NEW ANIMATION STUDIO

loljk it's a vinyl player I found on the street with a lamp in it. Gets the job done, though.

Animating on paper sucks scrotum. You have to plan everything ahead of time, and I'm pretty sure everyone who thinks pursuing animation is a good idea lacks the required foresight for that.

Wahey

Ok, blog time. Time to blog. Blig blog blug.
Things I probably should've blugged about in the last few months:

-My Newgrounds Tank award arrived.

-Finished my first year of University.

-A friend of mine who takes bitchin photos of people when they're not looking took this bitchin photo of me when I wasn't looking and it was a nice bitchin surprise when I found it on the internet.

-Turned 19.

-Came home for the holidays.

-Released a compilation of loops.

-The loops had already been released individually throughout the year on this other website, which you should check out.

-Me and some other guys did a Christmas/tapeworm themed animation.

-Christmas happened. I spent mine up the bush taking photos of diseased old wombats.

-I bought some pants

-Now it's 2012 what

-ok

There's some bullet points for you. I hoped that by firing all that out quickly, I could now talk freely about more important stuff without it being lost in a sea of blog, but I think that was all the important stuff right there.
Now if I talked it'd just be about mundane shit. I don't know if people want to hear that though, as fun as it is to type. I don't have Facebook myself, but I saw my mother using it the other day and 6 people had thumbed somebody up who was sorting their clothes in order to wash them. So maybe people do enjoy hearing about the dull, routine aspects of life.
But then again, maybe the man sorting his clothes wasn't a RADICAL DUDE WHO MADE CARTOONS and so washing his clothes was entertaining by his standards.
Whereas with me, you folks have CARTOONS and RADICAL DUDE ADVENTURES to look forward to instead.

Have this thing I drew.

Go away.

Glob Flob Blob

I opened this a few hours ago to make a blog post but then I forgot and now it's bed time.

Here's a fingerpainting I did the other night when I had a blood nose. I used to have blood noses all the time, so I'm a little disappointed that doing this only occurred to me now.

It looks a bit less red now than when I took the photo, but yeah it was really fun. It was way less of a chore than standing over a sink pinching my nose ridge waiting for my face goop to clot. Also it was cool how the length of time I put into the piece was governed by how long I bled. It really put the ace in there is blood falling out of my face.

It's in no way a good drawing by my standards, and I shouldn't have used my index finger since I suck working with thick lines, but who cares. THIS SHALL BE THE FIRST OF MANY.

No more news today, that's all you're getting.

Oh that's right I have a blog

God damn this thing's collecting dust. Suppose I should update it.

THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED WHILE I'VE IGNORED THIS BLOG:

1. Pigpen won the Newgrounds Tank Award for best film of 2010. Yep. I made the thing in 2009 at the age of 16, posted it online in 2010 at the age of 17, and won a super cool trophy in 2011 at the age of 18.

My immediate reaction was whatthefuckballsnowayohjesusfuckingthefuckyesssss. My second reaction was to be overcome with guilt and frustration, knowing that 2 years later, Pigpen is still my greatest achievement. I have fairly mixed feelings about Pigpen

and I feel that I've grown better as an artist, animator and scriptwriter, and yet since then I've completed no works of actual substance, nor have I attempted to. So I should probably fix that.

2. Australian Newgrounds meet was pretty cool. I MADE FRIENDS. Shame half of them live on the other side of this impractically large landmass of a country. Or the planet.

HERE'S ME SQUEEZING LUIS'S BIG MEXICAN HEAD

There's probably more things worth mentioning, but if I don't then maybe it'll motivate me to make more posts later.

Also I made this thing.

That was quick

A few minutes later and I'm already back with my milk. The brand name is CHOCKY MILK. What an amazing name. Tastes amazing too. I love this chocky milk.

Also I don't know why the last post says 6:08pm. I started it ages ago and then saved it to drafts and came back to it now, so it could be that. Anyway.

I finished my chocky milk.

We can always find a millionare to shovel all the coal

I suppose I should mention that I'm now in Melbourne.











































Which isn't really that significant without the knowledge that I previously was not in Melbourne.

I'm originally from the island of Tasmania.
















FUCK YEAH
















SERIOUSLY LOOK HOW FUCKING SERENE THAT IS















JESUS CHRIST





















AND FUCKING TASMANIAN DEVILS HOLY FUCK













CUTE AS FUCKING BALLS















WE'VE ALSO GOT PENGUINS.
PROBABLY 'COZ WE'RE RIGHT NEXT TO ANTARCTICA.

Unfortunately, Tasmania's one-and-only University had no animation course, so now I'm here. And you know, once you get over the endless crowds and the aggressive traffic which is either speeding or not moving at all and the endless attacks from outdoor advertising and the fact that everyone is in a hurry and stressed to their fucking eyeballs CALM THE FUCK DOWN MAN LOOK AT THE DEVIL













then it's a pretty nice place. If I want food, I take one step out of my student-residential-living-cube and I find myself surrounded by eateries and shops. If I want a DVD of anything slightly obscure (and by slightly obscure I mean doesn't have Owen Wilson or some shit in it), then I don't have to go online to find it. I just walk into the first DVD shop I see and leave with a copy of Superjail.
Heaps of bands and whatever just come here. I'm even going to see Jethro Tull while they're still alive.
Whereas it's a pretty special occassion when someone really famous comes to Tasmania, and when they do they usually only go down South to the capital. Bands at least. Comedians usually stop on the way down there so they can make jokes at the expense of our filthy shoeless selves.

And as for LOCAL celebrities in Tasmania, we have

A CRAZED GUNMAN

















and a WORLD CHAMPION LUMBERJACK



















Who is incidentally a bit of a dick. He endorses the hell out of everything, and he always stops and tries to talk to people, expecting to be adored.
He also threatened to kill me when I was a little kid. No, really.
Me specifically. He lent down and whispered it in my ear.
He said he was going to come down my chimney at Christmas and kill me.
Look at him.
I can picture it. He'd come down with his little axe and cut my fucking Christmas tree down.

But yeah, while Melbourne is fairly noisy and depressing and stressful compared to Tasmania (or at least rural Tasmania; there's plenty of small cities/large towns which are just as grey and ugly), there's nevertheless quite a lot to keep ones self occupied with here.

There's even other Newgrounds animators!
I've met up with Gerkinman and walked around town a few times. He tried to pay for my dinner but I shoved my cash into his pocket. And I caught a train into some scary suburb full of screaming people to meet up with The Boogley, (who I'd never met in person before and is almost twice my age), so I could do some screenprinting. He tried to make me pay for my own dinner, but I was broke.
And I didn't even try to meet up with this guy, but he's in my class and it just so happened that we'd seen each other's work before. CRAZY STUFF!





Also, I updated my website. Now it looks fancier and links to here, as well as some other important places. I liked the old one but there was just nowhere to put links. It was just a cool picture with 2 little buttons crammed into the only available space.





I'm feeling a bit peckish.
And because I'm in Melbourne, I can just walk somewhere and by a FLAVOURED MILK BEVERAGE. And a new sketchbook!
It's like 10:19pm and places are still open. Crazy shit. Maybe they don't realise it's night time because of all the light pollution.
Well regardless, I'm going to buy the hell out of that milk.

My computer crashed and I lost everything.

But forget about that.

You know those games which are kinda like Tetris, only instead of shapes you have 2 connected objects of different colour and you have to put all the blobs of the same colour into groups of 3 or whatever, and you have to do it while competing against a computer controlled enemy who's probably a goldfish with legs or a saucy nurse or something and they drop rocks into your screen whenever they make any move and you're all 'what the hell' because you have no idea how they did that and then suddenly you hear a weird sound effect and your whole screen fills with rocks just as you're getting the hang of it and then a lion falls out of the sky and eats you to demonstrate what an immense failure you are?













































I am monumentally terrible at them.

And yet I love them so very dearly.