

My life in sketches.
The next sketch requires explanation. On Twittter, some delightful people have started up a blog ( Check it out here: http://boobiewednesday.blogspot.com/) all about raising awareness of breast cancer. As part of a running joke, we now have the character Boobie-man running around in my mind. Here he is in his full glory, though I have to tweak his logo to make it more interesting.
Now we get weird. I decided to draw a zombie, but, being me, hadn't decided what he would look like as I drew him, so the whole picture just evolved as I went. There's a bit of pirate slapped in there for good measure, a touch of the Frankenstein monster as well. In the end, we have a zombie chef who likes brains. (Obviously).
You may have to know a little about Australian politics for this one to make sense. Julia Gillard is the deputy prime minister at the moment. The rest of the picture and comments kind of came together as part of a repartee. I leave it to you, the reader, to make of it what you will.
One of the guys in the pub had a pretty cool t-shirt which one of my friends didn't turn around in time to notice, so I drew the design, or at least as close as I could, so he'd get the gist.
And that's it, there isn't.. any more.
Below is an attempt at drawing a pun, or play on words which involved depicting collge girls who would be, on (slightly) closer inspection, men. I do like the one in the top right, though I had trouble finding a costume that would scream "college girl" as much as I wanted.
Sadly, we lost at trivia, not knowing what the correct term was for a container holding a Buddhist artifact is.
I started drawing the man's head. After I drew this, the sketchbook was stolen and a certain item of male anatomy drawn next to his head. I proceeded to censor said part of male anatomy (for your internet convenience) when the sketchbook was again stolen and a few droplets of liquid drawn being emitted from said, now censored, portion of male anatomy. The trials and tribulations that plague artists are many indeed.
One of the topics at that night's trivia was how long men would keep a pair of underwear in their wardrobe rotation. The results were surprising, perhaps, to women. I stand by my desire to wear the same underwear for as long as they remain hygienic, comfortable and functional! ("Allons enfants de la Patriiiii-ieuh, Le jour de gloire est arrivéeeee..." <- to the tune of La Marseillese).
Here we have a sketch drawn by said friend-whose-face-i-tried-to-draw's sketches of the Washington Capitol building and Canberra (bird's eye view). Then some military strategy outlines, drawn by yours truly.
The next sketch started off looking a little bit iffy, which is super technical artist jargon for: "I'm not sure that this sketch, when finished, will look as polished and anatomically correct as I would prefer it did and as a consequence I'm not sure I should bother finishing it, but what the hell, I will and then I'll just blame everyone else if it does, in fact, turn out badly, while fully taking credit if it, in the end, turns out splendidly."
The sketch below came out a bit faint in the scan, but eh, what can you do? (Take a better scan or photo, sure, so sue me.)
After everyone else got there, it was doodle time! Wohoo! Business man, snail, pear, ladder, bat, apple, gypsy caravan, rabbit in a hat, panda confused, panda eating bamboo, panda soft core porn. All these things happen (for real) at trivia and more.
The next few sketches are fairy-tale inspired. We have witches broomsticks (sans witches), a skull, a creepy Little Red Riding Hood, the mole and Thumbelina getting married, the genie from Aladdin and finally, Mr Hyde.
The next few sketches continue the growing "horror" theme. (Apostrophes because I can only ever do cute tongue-in-cheek horror, apparently).
And that, my friends, is trivia in the pub.
So enjoy the halloweeny goodness, and until next time, beware of zombies.

