Pilot

Today, a gust of wind swept up my Wheat-Thins empty bag from my balcony lunch and thrust it off into the world. Out of reach and impossible to fetch, I find solace in my unsolicited weather-assisted littering with an unlikely but captivating thought; perhaps it longed to fly. Fly on Wheat-Thins bag, fly on.

Pixie Dust

Here’s a couple more from our knock down, drag-out, throat choking, toe twistin’, mother beatin’, cat scratchin’, high fiven’ sketch brawls.

Spitting Turgeomite

This guy was for RCF. It got a bit too serious for the style, but the animators saved me by giving him some really fun personality traits. Sometimes that’s the way it goes.

A Little Rusty

You can’t go wrong with dancing robots.

Warrior!

Got to watch the first episode of American Gladiators! Amazing! One of the Gladiators is a Samoan guy, he does the chants and crazy eyes like you’d expect. In highschool we’d skate all night and come in around 1am to find the gladiators hurling some poor sap to his padded demise while we comfortably devoured our Frosted Flakes on the couch. Hilarious on every level, I’m so glad it’s back. I’m not saying its actually good mind you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love it.