<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827</id><updated>2012-02-10T14:53:23.533-08:00</updated><category term='MAG'/><category term='UPA'/><category term='Gorillaz'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='Toby the Werewolf'/><category term='Perrey and Kingsley'/><category term='Crikkit'/><category term='School Projects'/><category term='Man Man'/><category term='Comic'/><category term='cute'/><category term='Adventure Time'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='Mother Goose'/><category term='medical'/><category term='Kappa'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Tom and Jerry'/><category 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Wain'/><category term='Deviantart'/><category term='Roaches'/><category term='Mountain Dew'/><category term='Dream Story'/><category term='8Horns'/><category term='Gif'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Two Tones'/><category term='Character Design'/><category term='Markers'/><title type='text'>Don't Poke Smot</title><subtitle type='html'>...We're already crazy enough as it is...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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term='Deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyclops'/><title type='text'>Cute Monster Contest Entries on Devianart- Voteing Ends March 6th; Click images to go to voteing page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/art/Cute-Monsters-Cyclops-Gasp-284303097"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VH6WhV-U_4o/TzWdeHZapAI/AAAAAAAABHg/iy5P6t90TGg/s320/Contest2-cyclops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707641243469259778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/art/Cute-Monsters-Kappa-Friends-284145651"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-grGStE3obOk/TzWdeX6VUyI/AAAAAAAABHo/454vwFSGv3o/s320/Contest2-kappa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707641247902290722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm in the DA cute monster contest with these two entries and I would  love anyone who would whore these things around their blogs and social networking sites. If you can't vote on DA because you're not a member, then become a member! OR still just show these around to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME info about these designs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I did a large sketch dump of different monsters to draw up  and submit for this contest, MOST people asked for this girl. I was  going to have a whole line up of cute monster girls but I had to work  with only the 7 colors, so it was more simple just to do the one. I  guess she's scared that she's seeing PEOPLE look at her, "OMG you have  two eyes! How can you see with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The cute little Kappa monsters are Japanese Frog/Turtle sea folk, who are known to lurk  at the edge of the waters, trying to kidnap children who get to close  and fall in. If you carry a cucumber with you, they'll eat that instead.  They also need to keep the tops of their heads wet so they can't ever  really leave the waters. Here are two being helpful friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1049120650589280025?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1049120650589280025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1049120650589280025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1049120650589280025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1049120650589280025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2012/02/cute-monster-contest-entries-on.html' title='Cute Monster Contest Entries on Devianart- Voteing Ends March 6th; Click images to go to voteing page'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VH6WhV-U_4o/TzWdeHZapAI/AAAAAAAABHg/iy5P6t90TGg/s72-c/Contest2-cyclops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-374563631609769357</id><published>2011-12-25T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:33:27.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millicent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Grunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie-Mae'/><title type='text'>End of Year Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah3m2ac7PoQ/TvZgGrmMIaI/AAAAAAAABEo/RyTq8EQqoL8/s1600/HH-humbug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah3m2ac7PoQ/TvZgGrmMIaI/AAAAAAAABEo/RyTq8EQqoL8/s320/HH-humbug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689840847127585186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Holidays people. It always seems around this time I'm year I am the most active. I just like Xmas a lot. I did a little sketch of Milly and Grunder for a friend who commissioned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to inform you that I have intentions of updating the Haunted Hotel story BUT I've been hesitant because I'm afraid of spoiling it. Once people know the ending it's gonna blow your mind. BUT I figure if I do more little promotional images like this, I could make the ending a bigger reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read up on the stuff I've written about the Haunted Hotel so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-2.html"&gt;, Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-hotel-part-3.html"&gt;, Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-hotel-part-4.html"&gt;, Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H40qpWGr-6E/Tvexzidv1PI/AAAAAAAABHM/igMUpCdXerY/s1600/3crazygirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H40qpWGr-6E/Tvexzidv1PI/AAAAAAAABHM/igMUpCdXerY/s320/3crazygirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690212153188930802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out side of that some friends of mine and I have been working on a group on DA called the Niccals Nightstalkers where we write stories about an OC we made named Kurt Uti; the ultimate Gorillaz Gary Stu.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of good drawings of us together:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vootmulb1c8/TvZhkCAqDpI/AAAAAAAABE0/oum6TOk7xak/s1600/3crazygirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w3PZahfeUw/TvexKDUqslI/AAAAAAAABG8/NjCrKoBcIy0/s1600/NN_usualcommity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3w3PZahfeUw/TvexKDUqslI/AAAAAAAABG8/NjCrKoBcIy0/s320/NN_usualcommity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690211440454709842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx4ploieYt0/TvexJvJiRmI/AAAAAAAABG0/svKsk5teA4A/s1600/NN-toomuchlove.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx4ploieYt0/TvexJvJiRmI/AAAAAAAABG0/svKsk5teA4A/s320/NN-toomuchlove.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690211435039311458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read up on Annie-Mae the character at these links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-annie-mae-looksfreak-of-freak.html"&gt;New Annie-Mae: Freak of the Freak Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/01/development-of-annie-maes-world.html"&gt;The development of Annie-Mae's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to stay more up to date on my work, fallow my &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviantart Account&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com/"&gt;mblr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMM5CwOsGIY/Tf4ojLcA6HI/AAAAAAAABAs/Q-sKcoTg6wY/s1600/SpongeBubbleFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-374563631609769357?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/374563631609769357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=374563631609769357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/374563631609769357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/374563631609769357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-year-update.html' title='End of Year Update'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ah3m2ac7PoQ/TvZgGrmMIaI/AAAAAAAABEo/RyTq8EQqoL8/s72-c/HH-humbug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-4703578406661996189</id><published>2011-12-24T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T09:47:00.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millicent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Grunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby the Werewolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MAG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art by Fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><title type='text'>Gifts from the Fans part 3</title><content type='html'>So this year I did get some WONDERFUL fanart from people and I wanted to show them off, no matter how weird, good, bad, or what ever they might be I still love the fanart. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw0IknT4mBI/TvZljE9oXzI/AAAAAAAABFw/NnGH10Upsfk/s1600/001.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw0IknT4mBI/TvZljE9oXzI/AAAAAAAABFw/NnGH10Upsfk/s320/001.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689846832531267378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"&gt;             &lt;/h1&gt; Wonderful gift work from A good friend &lt;a href="http://thenugeart.deviantart.com/"&gt;Ab "The Nuge" Nugent, from DA&lt;/a&gt;.  She and another friend, Shazz have been working on an OC of hers for a group called the &lt;a href="http://niccalsnightstalkers.deviantart.com/"&gt;NiccaslNightstalkers&lt;/a&gt;. So I had her draw up Eddie for me for fun. I love it, another one for the Eddie Fanart pile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYiQInxgUQw/TvZoINTrOWI/AAAAAAAABF8/rbV52xIenDU/s1600/wellladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QYiQInxgUQw/TvZoINTrOWI/AAAAAAAABF8/rbV52xIenDU/s200/wellladies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689849669449628002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also did a group drawing of us here. and some of me. Check out her stuff on DA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://formyfantasies.deviantart.com/art/Eddie-Eel-for-anniemae04-275711494"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DK9tXCTIK9g/TvdgCZhJysI/AAAAAAAABGo/mnb4EiiJ0yA/s320/eddie_eel_for_anniemae04_by_formyfantasies-d4k5gcm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690122248531856066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Shazz (&lt;a href="http://formyfantasies.deviantart.com/"&gt;ForMyFantasies&lt;/a&gt;), she did a wonderful Eddie Eel Gift for me for xmas as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://killermermaid001.deviantart.com/art/The-Haunted-Hotel-Fanart-205716321?q=favby%3Aanniemae04%2F1694202&amp;amp;qo=3"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kRijgxmci-Y/TvZozlL6B3I/AAAAAAAABGc/T9-Hs1iL0EI/s320/the_haunted_hotel_fanart_by_killermermaid001-d3eh7q9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689850414593869682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some wonderful fanart from Cara (&lt;a href="http://killermermaid001.deviantart.com/"&gt;killermermaid001&lt;/a&gt;) from DA who loved my Haunted Hotel story. She did some killer fanart of the characters, the 1st ones no less. Thanks a lot, these are great!! Click the images to go to their pages on DA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://killermermaid001.deviantart.com/art/Haunted-Hotel-Fanart-257332849?q=favby%3Aanniemae04%2F1694202&amp;amp;qo=1"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY3peo-HHRA/TvZozv81hYI/AAAAAAAABGQ/efXHuUXNQmI/s320/haunted_hotel_fanart_by_killermermaid001-d497jap.png.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689850417483449730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lastly two great pictures of Chimby from Morals Are Good by &lt;a href="http://strawberrystar123.deviantart.com/"&gt;StrawberryStar123&lt;/a&gt;, then of Toby the Warewolf by &lt;a href="http://taichao.deviantart.com/"&gt;taichao&lt;/a&gt;. Great work guys. Click images to go to their DA pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://strawberrystar123.deviantart.com/art/Gift-Chimby-272809254?q=favby%3Aanniemae04%2F1694202&amp;amp;qo=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WBK43GiINWY/TvZli0U9niI/AAAAAAAABFQ/2wd1WA6yB10/s320/gift__chimby_by_strawberrystar123-d4if8yu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689846828065725986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://taichao.deviantart.com/art/GP-Sketch-1-202221333?q=favby%3Aanniemae04%2F1694202&amp;amp;qo=4"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYcCYQLisA0/TvZlixTshfI/AAAAAAAABFk/7Nb9FAg2zy8/s320/gp_sketch_1_by_taichao-d3ceaz9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689846827255105010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-4703578406661996189?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4703578406661996189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=4703578406661996189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4703578406661996189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4703578406661996189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/12/gifts-from-fans-part-3.html' title='Gifts from the Fans part 3'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw0IknT4mBI/TvZljE9oXzI/AAAAAAAABFw/NnGH10Upsfk/s72-c/001.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-8545487788959468446</id><published>2011-10-29T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:21:53.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plushy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>New Plushy Show: Spooky Eddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TY0ovK9M0g4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick little Happy Halloween video from Eddie and Shark. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4-kpvdpF0c"&gt;If you saw  last Halloween's Eddie Eel plushy show, you'll get this one better&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  have personally been rather busy and rather depressed myself. So I  can't really go into Eddie's personality cause I don't have much to be  happy about. STILL I have been drawing and working on lots of other art  projects on my Tumblr and Deviantart Accounts. Still I do plan to do  something for Xmas, if not the new year, just for kicks. (we'll see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters Eddie, Shark, and Jenny are MY original characters you can read more about on my DA page, Tumblr or my Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/" target="_blank" title="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr" class="yt-uix-redirect-link"&gt;http://anniemae04.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com/" target="_blank" title="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr" class="yt-uix-redirect-link"&gt;http://anniemae04.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr" class="yt-uix-redirect-link"&gt;http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Buy Stickers and commission me!! Note or comment and I'll send you the paypal address.&lt;br /&gt;I am on Google+ but I don't know how to link to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Daze - Synthesizers Unlimited - Electric Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic Link (b) - Ren and Stimpy soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  plushies I used where Morrie Eel and Crush the Shark from Ty. The one  doll at the end was a custom plush made from a great friend of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-8545487788959468446?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8545487788959468446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=8545487788959468446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8545487788959468446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8545487788959468446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-plushy-show-spooky-eddie.html' title='New Plushy Show: Spooky Eddie'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TY0ovK9M0g4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1301905846143643581</id><published>2011-09-08T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:55:41.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><title type='text'>Ask Annie on Tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOLwE3JeASc/TmmbgqjoB4I/AAAAAAAABB4/SB-jDvam_sU/s1600/DemionASkMeShit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOLwE3JeASc/TmmbgqjoB4I/AAAAAAAABB4/SB-jDvam_sU/s320/DemionASkMeShit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650218192994830210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi good people. Yes it's been a while since I last posted but I am fairly  active on my &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviantart Account&lt;/a&gt; and my &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com/"&gt;mblr account.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This image is for you to go to Tumblr and ask me things...in a very blunt way. This is Demion, my demon boy, and this image is actually for a sketch  book that I do my marker art in. It's a warning sign for people looking  in the book that might see things they don't know how to take it. I  liked this cause it's like he's got a good pout face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you can also see the other things I've done for the Ask things on Tumblr. They're fun to play with.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkalWCm4NM0/TmmbyvFWo0I/AAAAAAAABCA/uj-8kmPJy_g/s1600/ASkAnnie1_object.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lkalWCm4NM0/TmmbyvFWo0I/AAAAAAAABCA/uj-8kmPJy_g/s200/ASkAnnie1_object.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650218503447683906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6Jz7Cg-qQ/Tmmby4_LnLI/AAAAAAAABCI/NBaMFq698lE/s1600/AskAnnie2_aboutt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl6Jz7Cg-qQ/Tmmby4_LnLI/AAAAAAAABCI/NBaMFq698lE/s200/AskAnnie2_aboutt.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650218506106150066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFiaV1rrKs0/TmmbzERK8XI/AAAAAAAABCQ/K801KWvYQiw/s1600/AskAnnie3_sega.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bFiaV1rrKs0/TmmbzERK8XI/AAAAAAAABCQ/K801KWvYQiw/s200/AskAnnie3_sega.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650218509134393714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRAzKtm2rAo/TmmbzTKx5YI/AAAAAAAABCY/pArcWjzJid0/s1600/Askannie4_eddie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QRAzKtm2rAo/TmmbzTKx5YI/AAAAAAAABCY/pArcWjzJid0/s200/Askannie4_eddie.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650218513134118274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVG910oJlhY/TmmbzZiBpPI/AAAAAAAABCg/v_DbTuU4Ip8/s1600/Askannie5_Meme.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVG910oJlhY/TmmbzZiBpPI/AAAAAAAABCg/v_DbTuU4Ip8/s200/Askannie5_Meme.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650218514842232050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05aHRU3CwtA/TmmcHEwP_GI/AAAAAAAABCo/pBedDagWQpI/s1600/AskAnnie6_HauntedASk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-05aHRU3CwtA/TmmcHEwP_GI/AAAAAAAABCo/pBedDagWQpI/s200/AskAnnie6_HauntedASk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650218852862131298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1301905846143643581?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1301905846143643581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1301905846143643581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1301905846143643581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1301905846143643581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/09/ask-annie-on-tumblr.html' title='Ask Annie on Tumblr'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vOLwE3JeASc/TmmbgqjoB4I/AAAAAAAABB4/SB-jDvam_sU/s72-c/DemionASkMeShit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-4379674913780100817</id><published>2011-06-19T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:07:41.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show Pitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spongebob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorillaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie-Mae'/><title type='text'>An Update For June</title><content type='html'>Yeah &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmD1CTMv6ak/Tf4pZBmHgiI/AAAAAAAABA0/LRLARj5Mvxo/s1600/AnnieSungalsses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmD1CTMv6ak/Tf4pZBmHgiI/AAAAAAAABA0/LRLARj5Mvxo/s400/AnnieSungalsses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619974894906737186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I havn't posted here in a while but I have been busy. I update my &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviantart Account&lt;/a&gt; a lot more, so go fallow me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new Tumblr Blog, just to be able to post and say what ever I'd like to. This blog format works better for my original work. Please if you have &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com/"&gt;a Tu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.tumblr.com/"&gt;mblr, go fallow me there.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gryc_eSJsuY/Tf4gm-SRZmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rVdDdL7Sxyk/s1600/AnnieSungalsses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask that you look at my original art as well. Here is a list of blogs I've written about my characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie-Mae:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-annie-mae-looksfreak-of-freak.html"&gt;New Annie-Mae: Freak of the Freak Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/01/development-of-annie-maes-world.html"&gt;The development of Annie-Mae's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2008/10/mountain-dew-contest-wip.html"&gt;The Mountain Dew Fairy Tale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-please-hippies.html"&gt;How to Please Hippies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/health-and-hippie-bs-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;- and &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-of-hippie-bs.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtYgtwj_82c/Tf4h6OtICSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/XMRTSMX-JPY/s1600/annies_friends_color_scheme_by_anniemae04-d35ogpt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtYgtwj_82c/Tf4h6OtICSI/AAAAAAAAA_8/XMRTSMX-JPY/s400/annies_friends_color_scheme_by_anniemae04-d35ogpt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619966669268453666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Eel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/07/stories-for-eddie-for-july.html"&gt;Sto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/07/stories-for-eddie-for-july.html"&gt;ries for Eddie for July &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-sea-spooks-halloween-ep-plot.html"&gt;Deep S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-sea-spooks-halloween-ep-plot.html"&gt;ea Spooks - Halloween Ep Plot Summery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-of-eddie-eel.html"&gt;Music of Eddi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-of-eddie-eel.html"&gt;e Eel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/10/eddie-eel-stickers.html"&gt;The Stickers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2007/09/horrible-life-of-rokko.html"&gt;The Horrible Life of Rokko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-rokko-met-crikkit.html"&gt;How Rokko Met Crikkit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/10/rokko-daddy.html"&gt;Rokko Daddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/headless-rokko.html"&gt;Headless Rokko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted Hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-hotel-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-hotel-part-4.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I typically don't like to post fanart here, I'll show you what I've been working on. Mostly Gorillaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/art/Roberto-Duke-2009-Revamp-212260772?q=gallery%3Aanniemae04%2F65702&amp;amp;qo=4"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVl3nSHL9hc/Tf4oi1z4BRI/AAAAAAAABAk/5Ycyf9KH3EE/s200/FearSponge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619973964030280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/art/Jake-Bean-212295969?q=gallery%3Aanniemae04%2F65702&amp;amp;qo=2"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAYlqtujO2Y/Tf4oi8d4GYI/AAAAAAAABAc/G2voTMbnlcs/s200/AT-JakeBean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619973965817059714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsnwsQIRcRc/Tf4oiU2mFVI/AAAAAAAABAU/4lXMGfrtTF0/s1600/MurdocDemonBassPlayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsnwsQIRcRc/Tf4oiU2mFVI/AAAAAAAABAU/4lXMGfrtTF0/s200/MurdocDemonBassPlayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619973955183318354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMM5CwOsGIY/Tf4ojLcA6HI/AAAAAAAABAs/Q-sKcoTg6wY/s1600/SpongeBubbleFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMM5CwOsGIY/Tf4ojLcA6HI/AAAAAAAABAs/Q-sKcoTg6wY/s200/SpongeBubbleFriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619973969835780210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNFt5vXK9Ho/Tf4oh_ThGtI/AAAAAAAABAM/4aPmHEejgXM/s1600/GorillazZombieland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNFt5vXK9Ho/Tf4oh_ThGtI/AAAAAAAABAM/4aPmHEejgXM/s200/GorillazZombieland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619973949399046866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/art/Those-Wacky-Gorillaz-212058236?q=gallery%3Aanniemae04%2F65702&amp;amp;qo=5"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rk56SVJqCGQ/Tf4qy-k_OvI/AAAAAAAABBE/9q8PzwBHU0Q/s200/Gorillaz-Muds2DWaky.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619976440284920562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/art/Free-Willy-or-Free-2D-Contest-209348452?q=gallery%3Aanniemae04%2F65702&amp;amp;qo=23"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkWYwLpw7ao/Tf4qyrreV1I/AAAAAAAABA8/2Wz83qvC5zc/s200/FreeWilly2D_Signature.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619976435211851602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-4379674913780100817?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4379674913780100817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=4379674913780100817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4379674913780100817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4379674913780100817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/06/rokko-daddy.html' title='An Update For June'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tmD1CTMv6ak/Tf4pZBmHgiI/AAAAAAAABA0/LRLARj5Mvxo/s72-c/AnnieSungalsses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1076370749013465245</id><published>2011-04-04T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T11:08:59.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Grunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby the Werewolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie-Mae'/><title type='text'>Snag in the Road but Still Drawing</title><content type='html'>OOO, man folks. Yeah I've been hit with a Fanart spell. Picking up some love for the Gorillaz and you can see some&lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt; of that art on DA&lt;/a&gt;. I justed wanted to give an update with some of my original artwork here and let you all know that the Haunted Hotel ISN'T dead, I just hit a snag in part of the storytelling. Letting you know that I do plan to finish it (maybe come Halloween?) and add some more side stories to it to explain how the Hotel came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, here is a nice collection of original art that I've put up since by last blog. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UN-sQ8a_7_E/TZoH2sbNs3I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1OS2R2Q0dx4/s1600/AnnieEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UN-sQ8a_7_E/TZoH2sbNs3I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1OS2R2Q0dx4/s320/AnnieEyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591790523553526642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bzI31-bWKI/TZoIrIKpG9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/3NbqdpijXuk/s1600/WearwolfHowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8bzI31-bWKI/TZoIrIKpG9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/3NbqdpijXuk/s320/WearwolfHowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591791424353410002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgp-INqgE9I/TZoH3U4Z9uI/AAAAAAAAA-w/nuXjGmpWOGs/s1600/DemionsStare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fgp-INqgE9I/TZoH3U4Z9uI/AAAAAAAAA-w/nuXjGmpWOGs/s320/DemionsStare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591790534413383394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm_S3PG94co/TZoH3KtUJBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qxB8uqmYST0/s1600/DemionAdvice.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pm_S3PG94co/TZoH3KtUJBI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qxB8uqmYST0/s320/DemionAdvice.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591790531682509842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLOohowucHk/TZoIrbBi62I/AAAAAAAAA_I/dAKeXI7TmCg/s1600/demiongrunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLOohowucHk/TZoIrbBi62I/AAAAAAAAA_I/dAKeXI7TmCg/s320/demiongrunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591791429415529314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlawL6wp7fQ/TZoIrUkSWTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/nt382xXjhMM/s1600/DemonGreetingCard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlawL6wp7fQ/TZoIrUkSWTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/nt382xXjhMM/s320/DemonGreetingCard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591791427682195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8H53eptw84/TZoH3UFkjYI/AAAAAAAAA-4/TKT1bRDSVe8/s1600/EelTrouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8H53eptw84/TZoH3UFkjYI/AAAAAAAAA-4/TKT1bRDSVe8/s320/EelTrouble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591790534200167810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5p_BNUj9KQ/TZoH2_tt4HI/AAAAAAAAA-g/MibRb-L3S00/s1600/AnnieTroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5p_BNUj9KQ/TZoH2_tt4HI/AAAAAAAAA-g/MibRb-L3S00/s320/AnnieTroll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591790528731406450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1076370749013465245?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1076370749013465245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1076370749013465245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1076370749013465245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1076370749013465245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/04/snag-in-road-but-still-drawing.html' title='Snag in the Road but Still Drawing'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UN-sQ8a_7_E/TZoH2sbNs3I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/1OS2R2Q0dx4/s72-c/AnnieEyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-5751397909490289769</id><published>2011-01-07T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:36:32.495-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millicent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Grunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><title type='text'>Haunted Hotel Part 4</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-hotel-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;.  Start from &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; 1st if you're new to this story.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days technicians and cleaners come by to start  cleaning up the hotel during daylight. Milly  sends different  workers for different rooms and has them move things around as  to disrupt the  patterns of the ghosts who reside in there. Rooms that can't be fixed she puts a "Do Not Open" sign on them. For others like the one with the Rocking  Chair lady and the boy in her bedroom she just  asks to clean the  cobwebs and vacuum.   Millicent spends those few days staying in the  main office avoiding much contact with the loud and boisterous workers,  and unnecessary trips up the stairs. One day upstairs, a carpenter tells  her that the beer dispensers are so  rotten out that she'd need to  replace the whole system with something  newer. Milly sees that her note  has been moved, and asks if the carpenter moved it, he replies that he  might've but wasn't paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSfHu3LZi0I/AAAAAAAAA94/UvP9OT0fY4k/s1600/HH_Catrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSfHu3LZi0I/AAAAAAAAA94/UvP9OT0fY4k/s320/HH_Catrina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559631872911838018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon, Milly gets a visit  from the girl she contacted from the Internet a few weeks ago. She's a  tall blond girl in a mini halter top, named Catrina. Milly is taken back  by this girl's positive attitude and eagerness to be helpful, as she  immediately asks Milly to give her a tour (grabbing Milly's hands and  entering a no-touch zone). Milly shows her the bottom floor, and Catrina  starts to ask about the ghosts. Unsure if this girl is for real, Milly  tells her that the only ghost she should worry about is the one in the  stairs. Catrina immediately runs to the stairs to see if she can see it,  but gets disappointed that nothing is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catrina and Milly  get to know each other better through out the day. Catrina says that she  had great grand mother or aunt that was burned for being a witch, and  thinks that a haunted place like this would be great to hone her own  clairvoyance skills. Milly then questions why she hadn't noticed the  ghosts that were visible to Milly,...and as a matter of fact why none of  the cleaners had experienced anything odd. The only reconfirming feeling  Milly had about her haunting was when she hired a locksmith to work on  her office bedroom but by the end of the day they couldn't even take it  down with an ax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSfH_fZPQqI/AAAAAAAAA-I/CZj7bzkUHK8/s1600/HH_Hangman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSfH_fZPQqI/AAAAAAAAA-I/CZj7bzkUHK8/s320/HH_Hangman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559632158585209506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly offers Catrina a room, but Catrina says  that she's staying with a relative and didn't want to be late. One by  one more of the other workers start to leave and Milly is left alone in  the dark quiet hall.  She goes through the 1st floor rooms, seeing if  her renovations worked. The hanging lights in the room with the suicidal  man had been replaced with a smaller light fixture. She looks around  and sees an outline of a man with a rope looking at the new light  fixture, confused. Milly apologizes, saying she'll get him some Zolof  later. The 'Happy Room' had it's bed moved around and after sitting in  there for a few moments, no crazy brothel woman came in to bother her  (Milly imagined that her death might've been caused by the wife of a man  she slept with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly thinks that she hadn't gone up to see Russel in a long  while and so he might be less moody to see her after all this time (plus  she's been getting tired of sleeping on a cold floor in the office).  Milly grabs her laptop and heads up stairs, stopping every so often to  avoid getting thrown off by Grunder's tugs. As if on cue, Russel asks  Milly how she's doing and if she wanted something to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly  smiles and asks how he can serve up drinks with a broken machine. He   looks strangely at her and shows that it works fine. She walks behind  the bar herself to see how he does it, and he steps back surprised that  she would enter his space. She notices that his legs are  quite  transparent, but he's standing on the ground. Milly looks around  and  notices that there aren't any glasses to use. She tries to grab the  one  he has in his hand but it falls to the ground and shatters. He  laughs  and says that she doesn't need to be doing his job. She watches  as he  cleans up the broken glass with a rag and he throws it in the sink   where it disappears and he grabs a new glass to start cleaning. She   nods her head understanding that those items exist for him to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly  stays in his space as he tries to walk around her to get to the other  side of the bar. A few times his arms go through her and she feels a odd  cold rush past. Milly starts up a conversation, "Do you know that  you're dead?"&lt;br /&gt;Russel pauses and thinks, "Oh, Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why are you still here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well I guess it gives me something to do. Keeps me sane."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok then tell me this. Am I crazy? Am I imaging you and all of this?"&lt;br /&gt;"I  don't think so. If you were crazy that means I don't exist. But I know I  exist cause I'm here talking to you. Unless you're not really there and  I'm the one that's crazy. So if we're both crazy, that means you don't  exist and I don't exist...so who's having this conversation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly  gives a blank stare with a slowly growing smile. The two start to laugh  and Russel points out to the note, "I read your note the other day. I  missed ya to."&lt;br /&gt;Milly blushes, "Oh...heh, thanks. I didn't want to bother you cause you were pretty grumpy that other morning."&lt;br /&gt;Russel looks at her with a smirk, "Was I? Hm."&lt;br /&gt;"I guess long nights of doing nothing can get to ya."&lt;br /&gt;"Doing  nothing, huh? I like being here, this is what I was hired to do, and I'm good at it. I can  repair the pipes on my own if there are problems, you didn't need  someone up here to do that...unless you're planning to take it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly steps back, "Oh no! I mean I'd like to get it working again. Would that throw you off?"&lt;br /&gt;Russel pauses to think, "I don't know. As long as it still works for me  I'd be fine with it. You don't need to seek my approval. You own  the  place, have confidence in your decisions. The only concern I have is  that your renovations only make the ghosts lost in their own space...."&lt;br /&gt;Milly  is worried and confused, "Well maybe we can get them to head  towards  the light. They don't need to be here anymore, they can go to  someplace  better."&lt;br /&gt;Russel, "Or some place worse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly frowns and thinks about what she's doing,"I wish I could allow  the ghosts and mortals to live side by side, but I'm running a business  for the living. They'll be coming in here paying full price and you  ghosts are staying free of charge so long as you don't scare away the paying  customers. People don't want to sleep in Satan's bed either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSfHu2U0B7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sR2_xFadiDI/s1600/HH_MillyRusLaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSfHu2U0B7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sR2_xFadiDI/s320/HH_MillyRusLaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559631872682887090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Russel  nods, "Very well, I can't argue with that but I don't speak for all of  us. What I can say is that when it comes to being 'grumpy in the  mornings', I promise to be more consolable for your concerns."&lt;br /&gt;Milly laughs "Hey if you're not a morning person I can understand that...wanna watch some movies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  two of them sit behind the bar while Milly laughs at old 70's movies,  and Russel serves the customers endless drinks. The gentleman walks up  for the 3rd time that night and scolds Milly, "Young lady you have the  most foulest mouth. You and your cursed box have no place in this fine  establishment. Young man I request that you dispatch this bearcat from  premises forthwith."&lt;br /&gt;Russel looks at the man, "Well sir I'll have to ask the manager." He looks to Milly, " Mam' would you like to leave?"&lt;br /&gt;Milly  looks angrily and the ghost, "No! I wouldn't and I say we have the  right to refuse services. No more drinks for you!" and she tries to  knock the drink out of his way but her hand goes through it.&lt;br /&gt;The  gentleman gets angry and storms off, "I refuse to give service to this  establishment again. To hell with you all and your smut films!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of the stairs Grunder calls out to Russel, "I agree,  bartender, that girl is bad for business. She'll run this place to the  ground and we'll be left to haunt pile of ash and rubble."&lt;br /&gt;Milly yells back to him from behind the bar, "If that's  what you want I can make it happen! That wall paper gone! Your steps? A  ramp! And I'll dig a huge pit into the ground, take all that dirt and  toss it into the ocean. You're not good enough to haunt ash and wood,  you'll haunt a giant concrete pillar where those damn stairs used to be.  And I'll make a new staircase somewhere else...and an elevator. Haha!"&lt;br /&gt;There is a pause before Grunder replies, "You'd do all of that for me? How nice of you! You must really like me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly fumes and runs out of the bar ready to smack him. Milly stands at  the edge of the stairs looking at the ghost who's peaking through the  banisters from the last few steps below.&lt;br /&gt;"I swear, you're GONE! I don't know what I have to do to get you out of here but you're...GRR! Beyond dead here!"&lt;br /&gt;"Give me head...or your head which is ever easier."&lt;br /&gt;Milly grabs the glass of beer still at the edge of the bar and throws it  at him. The glass hits the railing above Grunder's head and shatters,  and disappears instantly, Grunder doesn't even flinch. Russel backs up  in shock, surprised she was actually able to grab on to the glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunder smirks a bit and waits for Milly to calm down,"Fine, I'll  go...make it easier for both of us. Don't mean intrude on the prospects  of a young emerging business lady. It's only a shame we didn't get to  know each other better." With that a dark shadow fills the stairway for  an instant and a rush of hot air hits Milly. Milly looks down the stairs  in shock and back to Russel, who looks back at her with a shrug (mostly  still scared about Milly's anger). Milly takes a step down and waits  for something to happen. She works her way to the banister and looks  over the edge to the 1st floor and sees nothing there. Russel looks around the corner to see what's going on and Milly looks back feeling slightly confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  hand emerges from under Milly and grabs her ankle. She holds tight to  the railing to avoid being pulled down but a sharp stings hit her hands  and the pull on her ankle grows stronger. She lets go and the hand pulls  her leg through the banister. Another hand grabs her other leg and  pulls it through a different banister, making it hard for her to to  close her legs. From below,  Grunder rises up with his tongue licking her legs, slowly getting closer to her crotch. Milly panics and pulls one her her legs away from  his grip and starts to kick him, with no effect but just to make him  laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunder crawls up through the banister, the rails going right through  him but more like &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSe7jXAJwcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/pLbmalrSBv8/s1600/HH_MillyPinned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSe7jXAJwcI/AAAAAAAAA9w/pLbmalrSBv8/s320/HH_MillyPinned.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559618481156637122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they're fusing with his skin, then him being  transparent. Milly starts to pound against his head and crawl her way  closer to the edge of the stairs, but his grip holds her in place. All  of her hits, even a few knees in the crotch don't hurt him at all.  Grunder pins Milly down and starts to kiss and lick her face while  pulling down his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all of this, Russel calls over the Drunk man to try to help Milly. Within moments the Drunk runs over, kicks Grunder's head, steals his hat  and run back up to the top floor. Grunder looks at the drunk who starts  to play around with the hat and fills it with beer (the hole in the top  of it prevents it from filling up). Grunder yells at the drunk to give  it back but the drunk threatens to rip it up. He thinks about ignoring  the drunk looking at Milly eye to eye. She freezes up but he smiles to  steal one more kiss and brings her up to her feet with him. He tells her  in her ear, "No funny stuff girl. Get me my hat and I'll make it quick and easy for both of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, Grunder holds Milly tight and he allows her to reach one  hand out and beg the drunk for the hat back. The drunk acts  like he's going to walk away until Grunder inserts his sharp fingers  into Milly's gut threating to hurt her more if the hat doesn't come  back. The drunk holds out the hat far enough away from Milly as she has  to take a few more steps up. To her left she can see Russel standing  posed and ready with a bottle in his hand. She mouths to him, 'just hit  me' knowing that the bottle go through her to hit Grunder, but Russel  asks for one more step. The Drunk sees that command and backs up,  allowing Milly to get onto the final step on the 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With both her feet firmly on the top step, Russel bends farther over the  bar to pound Grunder in the head with the bottle. This allows Milly to  break free from his grip and she runs into the bar and huddles under  Russel's feet, her body going through him. Grunder screams and roars  pulling at the walls around him, and  causing boards from the floor to lift up and snap. Terrible winds and  shadows escape from stairway blowing back the drunk a bit, but he tosses  the hat back to Grunder and runs back to his spot at the end of the  bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSe5evS_QCI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ppk-ryr2f7U/s1600/HH_RusselMilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSe5evS_QCI/AAAAAAAAA9o/Ppk-ryr2f7U/s320/HH_RusselMilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559616202755489826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grunder screams and swears to Milly from the stairs, "If you didn't want it you wouldn't keep coming back to me!" He smashes the window to allow the wind to blow  through to cause more unsettling noises and disappears.  Russel watches the stairway to  make sure that he doesn't try to come out to get him, and turns to  Milly. He sits down to try to comfort her, but he only goes through her.  Milly rocks back and forth, crying and after a while falls asleep on the  floor next to him. Russel stays next to her, enjoying  how warm she is, but he gets up when he sees her shudder from his cold  presence. By that time everything had turned back to normal and the  hotel was quite, ready for the morning to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-5751397909490289769?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5751397909490289769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=5751397909490289769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5751397909490289769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5751397909490289769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-hotel-part-4.html' title='Haunted Hotel Part 4'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSfHu3LZi0I/AAAAAAAAA94/UvP9OT0fY4k/s72-c/HH_Catrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-6536022689497779209</id><published>2011-01-03T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:31:34.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millicent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Grunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><title type='text'>Haunted Hotel Part 3</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;. Start from &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt; 1st if you're new to this story.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Early the next morning Milly has a dream. She's walking into her room  and see's two people asleep in the bed. A small petite woman sleeping  closer to the door and an extremely large man on the opposite side of  the bed. She walks up to the foot of the bed and crawls in between them. Within moments, the large man starts to stir and roll  over onto Milly. Milly struggles to push the man off her and then realizing how the little ghost boy had  been sitting on her the night before. She assumes that he's now trying to suffocate her,  so she  tosses up the covers and sits up in a heavy sweat.  She looks to her  side to see the small boy stare at her with wide eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a scream, she jumps out of bed and runs out of the room. She closes  the door tight but in her mind she still sees the boys sunken eyes  staring her. She slowly walks backwards until she &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDnSbJXcFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aVAkpcqFYLQ/s1600/HH_MillyAllEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDnSbJXcFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aVAkpcqFYLQ/s320/HH_MillyAllEyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557696243885895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bumps into the  banister behind her and screams thinking she'll fall over it. From  around her she hears laughter from brothel girls and Grunder. She looks  over to Grunder who is hunched over at the edge of the stares rolling  his finger, begging her to come to him, "I'll make it all go away  sweetheart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly starts to hyperventilate and in a weak voice calls out for help.  She notices that Russel is staring at the empty wall behind him not  moving. Soon the drunk and another gentleman in the sitting area, get  up to look at her. Hunched over the top stair, Grunder starts to stretch his fingers and long tongue  towards her. Milly looks to see somewhere else to run but eyes grow up around her, on the floors and walls. The  entire hotel is staring at her waiting to see what she'll do next. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDndDGIjyI/AAAAAAAAA9I/EieKZvRKuco/s1600/HH_Russel_blankstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDndDGIjyI/AAAAAAAAA9I/EieKZvRKuco/s200/HH_Russel_blankstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557696426408447778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milly  covers her head and begging for it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly snaps out of her panic  attack when there's a knock on the door below. She looks around in surprise and sees that Russel has broken out of his blank stare as well,  surprised to see Milly there. She looks to see the Hotel has  returned back to normal so she runs over to the 2nd story window to see who's down below. She calls out to an old couple waiting at the door.  They want to come in and set a reservation. Milly thinks over her options and the safety of two old people in a spooky room, but knows the money will be worth it, so  she tells them to wait while she comes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDnyJlOO-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RPJnlnOUXoI/s1600/HH_GrunderMilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDnyJlOO-I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RPJnlnOUXoI/s400/HH_GrunderMilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557696788926708706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just as she's about the leave down the stairs, Grunder pops up instantly  in front of her, blocking her way. She catches a glimpse in his eyes  and freezes up, feeling another panic attack coming on. His fingers  start pick at her hair and a wave of cold air rush past her. Grunder  bends over closer to look at her face and asks, "Are you ready to be part  of my world now, pretty thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly blanks out her mind and yells out, "Get out of my way, you Rat Soup eatin' Mutha F**ka!"&lt;br /&gt;Gunder laughs and politely moves out of the way to let her by. Milly  opens her eyes but never once lets them off of his eyes. She holds on  tight to the banister and they walk down the stares one step at the same  time, Grunder staring at her with devious delight, and Milly with  hateful fear. Once she rounds the corner to the last flight she yells at  him to never get in her way again or he'll find the raw end of a hammer  up his ass.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDn7bVVPiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Aid0pz3Cmjg/s1600/HH_FaceGrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDn7bVVPiI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Aid0pz3Cmjg/s200/HH_FaceGrab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557696948310720034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rushes her and grabs her face to bring it close to his, "Don't  disrespect my politeness when you're in my world!, you ungrateful bitch!  " He pushes her to the ground and tells her to open the door for the  customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly gets up quickly and opens the door for the old couple. For the 1st  time in her life, Milly is happy to see real people. The old couple thank  her and are excited to see such a wonderful hotel. They explain that  they're here to attend a huge city festival that'll happen a few months  in the future, and seeing how this hotel is so close to the main street  it'd be the perfect place to stay that's not in the main hussel and  bussel of the festivities. Milly has a sinking gut feeling that she'll  need to get this place cleaned up faster then she had thought she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around (seeing there are too many ghosts still in the main hall to bring in normal people) she takes the couple upstairs, explaining that most of the rooms aren't quite cleaned up yet, but she can get advice about the  best room for them by an employee. Up stares the Milly talks to Russle  to find the best room for them, and  he says 1s down the hall but warns  them not to open the closet. Milly enters the room with the  elderly couple and her eyes hit right on the closet door. With eager temptation she walks closer to it, as her curiosity drills little dents in her brain but decides to  just put a chair in front of it.  The older couple approve of the space and say they'll have this space  reserved for the official re-opening of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple leave and Milly waves them off (avoiding going down stares  again).  She takes in a big sigh and sees the sunlight start to come in.  She looks over to Russel who's doing one last wipe down of the counter  tops. She comes up to him and angrily asks why he didn't try to help her  when she was stopped by Grunder. Russel looks up with a confused angry  look on his face, "I don't work during the day. There are some things  you have to figure out on your own cause I can't always be here to help  you." With that the sun comes through the window and he disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millicent looks at the space he was at and takes a huge sigh.  For the day, she spends her time going into the rest of  the rooms ghost  hunting, and taking more notes. Two rooms down from her own, a man  with an  ax screams and chaises after half way down the hall before he   disappears. She goes back to open the door and duck and hide before the   ax man can see her. When there isn't a response she peeks into the room   and sees that he's standing in front of the bed waiting for her. She  closes the door slowly and writes  a note on it, 'do not open.'  In  another room she looks under the bed  to see red eyes and chattering  teeth. She gets spooked and pulls the  covers back down, but she stops  and thinks about how silly it is and  pulls all the covers off the bed  where she sees that nothing is  there (solution: no long covers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSGA0Tuv2-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/xB1R6C62NII/s1600/HH_youdothat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSGA0Tuv2-I/AAAAAAAAA9g/xB1R6C62NII/s200/HH_youdothat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557865051289803746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milly gets to the spot with the two brothel girls. They look at each  other for a long time and Milly tries to ask them questions but they  roll their eyes and smerk. Milly looks over the banister to down below  and pictures that they might've gotten into a fight and fallen to their  deaths (possibly landing on the mustache man below).&lt;br /&gt;The brown haired girl taps Milly and it startles her, "You like the man at the bar don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;Milly blushes a bit, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;The brown haired girl points to the bar, "He's got a long tongue." The  blond girl makes an obscene gesture with her fingers and tongue, and the  two of them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Milly shakes her head and opens the door behind them. She looks inside  and sees a naked headless man. Milly looks at the two girls in disgust  and points at him as if to say, "Did you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;They shrug their shoulders, "He was like that when we got here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last room is a deep freezing cold room, and she assumes that it'd be  the best place for the ice machine.  Apon existing she sees a small  little door to her right and starts to walk over it. Quickly out of the  left corner of her eye she sees a glimps of a young woman (younger then  her) jump from the banister. Milly takes a 2nd look but there is no  evidence of the spirit still there. Turning to the small door, Milly finds  a set of stairs leading to the roof. She gets to the top and feels the  wind rushing past her face. The sun is already midway down by now and  but Milly enjoys the cool air and wind. She then hears a voice to her  left call out, "Can you help me mam'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slowly turns around and sees a man in Cowboy hat and a bandanna  around his neck. He is moderately transparent and the wind doesn't seem  to be glowing his hair or cloths. He pulls out his gun and points it at  her, playfully making shooting motions, "I'm looking for the man in  black. You know where he be at?"&lt;br /&gt;She stares at him wide eyed and  fearful, "He's down stairs...I'll go get him." She heads towards the  stairs and back into the main hotel. She stands in the middle of the  sitting area and says aloud, dumbstruck, "There's a Cowboy on the  roof...why is there a cowboy on the roof?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*I'll tell ya why some other day if you're interested*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops and thinks about what the cowboy said and walks to the stairs and bangs on the wall three times, "Where are you?!"&lt;br /&gt;"You came to kiss and make up?" Grunder looks down at her from the  ceiling on the opposite side of the stairs. Sitting upside down without a  grin, his presence makes her jump.&lt;br /&gt;"There's a man on the roof who wants to talk to you. He seems friendly."  Milly stays far enough away from the stairs without taking him out of  her sight.&lt;br /&gt;"I got no business with a man right now. He wants to get to know me so  bad, he can come down here himself. You though *points to Millicent  quickly*, all this bad blood between us can go away. You're a fun one,  ya know? Get to know each other better...I'll even string ya a pearl necklace...Right here *uses his finger to draw a line under his neck*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly looks in horror, hic-ups, and quickly walks back to her room. She buries her head in her hands for a moment and cries. Not long she looks  up to see that there is still enough sunlight left she can get down  stairs and spend the night in the main hall, rather then force herself  back up again and deal with the demon. She gathers some blankets and her  hammer and gets to the stairs. She writes a note for Russel, telling  him that she's sorry to bother him so much and she'll see him the next  time she's up there. Making sure Grunder isn't out for the prowl, she hugs tight  to the banister and makes it down safely. Milly gets to her computer to  make a few extra notes and finish up calls. By morning, she starts the  renovations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-6536022689497779209?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6536022689497779209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=6536022689497779209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6536022689497779209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6536022689497779209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2011/01/haunted-hotel-part-3.html' title='Haunted Hotel Part 3'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TSDnSbJXcFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/aVAkpcqFYLQ/s72-c/HH_MillyAllEyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-2237282115388714281</id><published>2010-12-27T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:04:55.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millicent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Grunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><title type='text'>Haunted Hotel Part 2</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;. Read 1st please. One image might be a bit mature for sensitive viewers.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjlsFXy0UI/AAAAAAAAA84/Rr7BsrV2NpI/s1600/HH_BrothelGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjlsFXy0UI/AAAAAAAAA84/Rr7BsrV2NpI/s320/HH_BrothelGirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555442685880488258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the morning, Millicent finds that she's awoken by terribly bright  lights  getting into her room. She looks outside and sees there are  mirrors on  top of the opposite building. They take the light from the  rising sun  and project it into the rooms on that side of the hotel. She  takes a  mental note about how sunlight makes certain ghosts go away.  She sees  that the two brothel girls are still in the main hall but fade  in and out to  the point of almost looking like smoke and dust. She  walks over to the  stares and looks over at the bar, expecting some  words of wisdom from Russel but he's not there. She holds tight to one  side of the banisters  and to the feather duster and starts to run down  the stares. At the last  step she feels a tug at her leg and she trips,  but made it down to the  ground floor (Grunder's voice laughing). She  gives the window a dirty  look and kicks the last stare (stubbing her  toe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in her office she tries to open the door to the bed  room but with  no luck, the knob won't even turn. She gets out two large  wood blocks  and stamps out the words "NEVER LET GO OF BANISTER!!" The  1st one she  nails at the bottom of the stares, and she saves the 2nd  one to nail at  the top later. She gets out a pen and paper and starts  to write down all  the ghosts that she sees. Now that she had stayed the  whole night in the creepy hotel and didn't die she might as well make  good of her promise to get rid of the stares and get the hotel running  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjlKh_U3NI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AlrrGntH24A/s1600/HH_SleepingBoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjlKh_U3NI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AlrrGntH24A/s320/HH_SleepingBoys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555442109446937810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two kids playing with the popguns are in the  maintenance room during  the day sleeping away from the sun. The man  with the mustache only sits  in the one chair in the middle of the room  and only gets up every few  hours just to go back sitting in the chair  again. The two brothel ladies  look at Milly were ever she goes and  don't really do much of  anything but giggle and sneer. Milly sees that  most of the ghosts she saw at night don't appear during the day, so this  is the best time to get maids and maintenance in to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every  room has a small creep or tweak that gives off a scary shock. Most  of  them are sounds, moving lights or temperature changes. Sitting in  one  room she saw the rug pattern rise up and try to strangle her (easy   solution: replace rug).  In another room a man hangs him self from the   light fixture, the light fixture always rocks back and forth even when   the lights are on (Solution: remove hanging light fixture). In one room,   she sits in for a long while before a brothel girl and a drunk man  show  up and bounce on the bed to have sex. The brothel girl looks at  her,  gets angry and starts to hit and throw things at Milly, until she   leaves the room. Milly catches her breath outside and opens the door to  see  the mess she has to clean up but notices that nothing changed.  Determined to teach the ghost a lesson, she sits and waits. When she   comes back Milly tries to tell the ghost off, but the ghost pushes  her  against the wall and throws her out the door. This is a harder  solution  to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the opposite corner of the hotel farthest away  from the front door is a room doesn't appear big enough to be an actual  living space. Inside it is a swirling mass of gray and blue clouds  clouds with small rays of light poking through. Milly feels oddly  attracted to the mass and touches it to feel calm and happy. She still  decides though that  this room cannot be used for guests and closes it  up. One room has a  lonely rocking chair with an old woman in it who  just smiles a waves,  but doesn't appear to be effected by any type of  light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjk68bga5I/AAAAAAAAA8g/8yS3dA4f8TY/s1600/HH_DancingCouple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjk68bga5I/AAAAAAAAA8g/8yS3dA4f8TY/s320/HH_DancingCouple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555441841666550674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having gone through the 1st floor Milly decides to take a  rest to make some business calls. Through her internet connections she  finds someone she met on-line that lives near the city and is excited to  meet a friend to come and help. Calling back the attorney reveals that  he had an accident last night and he's in a critical state. Milly just  tells the secretary that she hopes he'll get better and stares into the  wall with a hallow expression. Even if she didn't want to run the hotel  she can't get out of it until she finds better help...or dies 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  the sun sets more ghosts show up in the main hall. She can't quite tell  what causes  the dancing couple to start up or what can make them stop  (as she tries  to put things in their way and pull them apart with no  luck). The other  random ghosts that are around react angrily when she  tries to move their  favorite item and they scare her away. Turning on  the lights doesn't  make them go away but makes them harder to see so at  least until she can  redecorate during the day, and at night she'll  have to live with their noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away Grunder makes calls out  to her, knowing that she's got to  climb up the stairs to her room  again. She can't see him but climbs up  it slowly so she can stamp him  out or nail her wood block onto his face.  She makes it to the 3rd  flight without his pranks trying to push her  over and she starts to  hammer in the nail in when the wall bulges out  and pushes her against  the other side.  She gets angry and starts to  hammer dents into the  wall,  which makes Grunder laugh louder, "Now  you're going to have to  fix those, HAHAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentlemen at the bar points out that noone  will read the sign if  it's on the side of the wall. She gives him a  nasty look but Russel  points for her to post it on his side of the  wall. She weeps a bit while  she does so and he offers her another drink  (she hears the brothel  girls laugh). After calming down a bit, Milly  explains to Russel how she went through the whole  hotel and can figure  out how to stop some of the ghosts, such as replacing lights and  removing the items that trigger their habits. Russel gives her a worried  expression and points  out that ghosts will react differently to  different situations. Different light sources, different items being  moves, and even different types of people. Just because the item is  moved doesn't mean the ghost is gone (Milly wonders if she needs to get a  church man in to fix that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjlb6OLgzI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ftI9qMen3kA/s1600/HH_PissingPurity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjlb6OLgzI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ftI9qMen3kA/s320/HH_PissingPurity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555442408009466674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly brings up the brothel girl who  attacked her and tore apart the room every time  she went in. Russel  remembers that the brothel woman would only attack women who'd  stay in  there, and that men will have different experience  in there ("Calling  it 'the happy room'.") She gets  frustrated knowing that half of the  rooms she was in probably didn't  work for her but Russel tells her that  she's making progress. She's the  only person to get to know the ghosts  before, but he asks why she would  want them gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly looks down the stares with a sneer, and then turns to Russel, "If  they were as nice as Russel they could stay but how can I make a living  off hotel that'll scare people to death?&lt;br /&gt;Russel pours a beer into a glass for the drunk man, "You think it's  fair that we have to make adjustments for the living? We were once like  you and after all this time we're still expected to fallow mortal man's  laws. "&lt;br /&gt;Milly gets angry, "Hay most of us only live for 100 years if we're  lucky, and we should at least be able to make the best of that time. You  have all eternity, wouldn't you want to spend it somewhere nicer? Don't  you have friends and family you want to see again?"&lt;br /&gt;Russel looks at her as he hands over the drink, "Don't you have friends and family you should be visiting?"&lt;br /&gt;Milly grows quiet and mopes. She says good night to Russel and heads to bed to try to sleep off a crazy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-2237282115388714281?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2237282115388714281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=2237282115388714281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2237282115388714281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2237282115388714281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-2.html' title='Haunted Hotel Part 2'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRjlsFXy0UI/AAAAAAAAA84/Rr7BsrV2NpI/s72-c/HH_BrothelGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-2956627960097884091</id><published>2010-12-23T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:40:54.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Millicent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Grunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haunted Hotel'/><title type='text'>Haunted Hotel Part 1</title><content type='html'>The day before  my birthday, I had a wonderful dream that kept me in bed  until 2 pm . One of the last pieces of creative outputs that my  24  year mind could conjure up. The whole concept of this movie comes from a  short moment where are hero climbs up the stares being harassed by the  villain and her friend gives her salvation at the top.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhLTQ9doI/AAAAAAAAA70/kXJxI9wY1To/s1600/HH_Millicent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhLTQ9doI/AAAAAAAAA70/kXJxI9wY1To/s320/HH_Millicent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553959980999997058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Millicent  is a young homely woman who spent most of her life secluded and fearful  of society. Being bullied most of her life she found comfort on the  internet which allowed her to avoid much social contact. She had not  known her father for most of her life she is shocked to learn that she  receives the deed to a large hotel from her foreign uncle. After  recently dieing of heart altercations she is the only person on that  side of the family capable to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a recluse ment that she had to take a huge step to bring herself  out in public and take a trip away from her safe shell at home. While on  the plane she freaks out when the flight attendants start t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhTRhcFKI/AAAAAAAAA78/ftW2TFebxU0/s1600/HH_MilyScared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhTRhcFKI/AAAAAAAAA78/ftW2TFebxU0/s200/HH_MilyScared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553960117971195042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o touch and  move her things around. The rest of the passengers all look at her funny  and it doesn't help when she wraps her face up in blankets to avoid  being seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In town she's yelled at by strange people for getting in the way or not  being polite. She meets her uncle's attorney at the hotel during the  day and explains to her right away  that it's haunted. The Hotel was  built in 1903 and 6 months after it's opening people  have been  murdered, committed suicide or killed accidentally. The most  horrific  case was that of a Mr. Grunder who was a man in an over coat  and top  hat who would push people down the stars and throw them out a  2nd story  window. This would go on for several nights but he was never  caught  until the day he went on a shooting spree and took out many  people in  the hotel. He was taken out by the  bartender at the top of the stares  and was flung out the window to his  death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney  continues to show Milly(Millicent) around the hotel going up  the  stares, insisting to hold on to the banisters. She grabs onto the   banister to look out the window and feels a lick at her wrist. She   cringes and continues up. At the top of the stares there is a small bar   stand that still has it's liquor dispensers and a large resting area   that extends over the street (as if two whole room had been cleared out   to make a small lounge area). The 2nd floor looks down onto the base   floor. The main support beam is a giant chimney stack right in the   middle of the building, with smaller beams at the corners and  middle of  the 2nd floor walkways, with wooden banisters protecting  people from  falling over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhgTXjUJI/AAAAAAAAA8E/C_rDWR6wh0o/s1600/HH_2ndFloorMap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhgTXjUJI/AAAAAAAAA8E/C_rDWR6wh0o/s320/HH_2ndFloorMap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553960341804896402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The attorney explains that in the 1970s it was  deemed a historical land  mark and the city planned to have a huge  revival of the hotel to improve  their down town business. All of the  electrical fixtures and plumbing  is fairly new but every owner has  either run out of screaming in terror,  never to be heard from again, or  died. Because of this major changes to the building had never been  made, such as the stares needing to be replaced as so noone is to trip  down them again. Milly asks the attorney how her uncle received the  hotel.&lt;br /&gt;"He won it at an auction, but he was smart enough never to enter the  hotel. His heart complications was due to poor diet I'm afraid. Not of  fear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly sneered at the man thinking that he was challenging her to a  sleep-in-the-spooky-hotel-all-night-and-win-the-fortune bet. Outside of  that she didn't want to spend the night in some other dirty hotel. The  attourny gives her his number just to make sure that she'll be ok the  rest of the night and if she knows what she wants to do with it in the  morning to make sure she notifies him 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man leaves the keys with Milly (which she leaves on the bar stand up  stares) and they walk back down. Milly feels a grab at her legs and  falls into the attorney.  She assures him that she'll be the one to get  these stairs fixed if she does anything worthwhile in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night grows closer and Milly already sees odd shapes moving through the   hotel, but she figures it's the odd lighting. She stays in the managers   room at the bottom of the stares and plugs in her computer to watch  some  movies. As she watches Dolamite she starts to hear odd noises come  from  her bedroom behind her. She gets up to investigate but sees  nothing in  the bed room, but hears noises in the bathroom. She opens  the door to  reveal a cloud of mist and a naked man in the shower. She  gets  scared an apologizes for entering but he yells at her in a hallow  voice  telling her it's his room. With a rush of wind she is pushed out  of the  room. The door slamming shut and won't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries  to find the key for the door and remembers that she had left  them at  the top of the stares on the bar. She exists her office and a chill  makes her stop. To her right in main  hallway of the hotel a  congregation of ghosts are roaming around the  ground floor. A man with a  white mustache and top hat reading a paper at  a chair in the middle of  the room. A lady and her boy friend dancing  across the floor. Two kids  playing with pop guns, and a few other  gentlemen walking back and  forth in a repeating pattern. Milly thinks that this is all a trick, and tries to enter the main hall but a large cackling  laugh from the stares stops  her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhvn5lk7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/1z50ZqcgmQo/s1600/HH_Grunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhvn5lk7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/1z50ZqcgmQo/s320/HH_Grunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553960605014397874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he turns to see a man in a black coat and top hat at the  middle rung of  the stares, backlit by the moonlight. He has long white  hair and long  fingertips that end in needle points. His sunken red eyes  glare at her  while his fanged grin turns into his cheeks while he asks  her to join  him for a walk.  She runs out of the hotel wanting to  scream but can't  as she lost her voice. Milly runs down the street and to a  payphone to try to call the attorney ("I admit defeat. It's not worth a night in hell!") but he's not at his office. She starts to look in  the phone book for other hotels too call and realizes that she has no  idea where any of the streets are. Soon a drunk man starts to knock on  the door of the phone booth and she panics and runs back to the hotel  ("There are scary people out here too!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gathers up her strength and enters back into the hotel. Looking at  the stares she sees that the ghost is not there but a few of  the other  ghosts are still in the main hall. She closes her eyes pretending  she  didn't see them. Milly grabs a blanket to protect her head, a  feather  duster and prepares to go up the stares for the keys. Slowly  with each  step she crawls up the stares, keeping an eye out for Grunder.  She  gets to the middle ledge in front of the window and he calls out  hello  to her in a cockney accent. She ducks to her knees and starts to  crawl  up the stares eyes closed, waving the feather duster in front of  her.  He starts to laugh around her head and asks why someone would  leave  their dirty laundry in his stairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling up the 2nd row of steps to  the 2nd ledge, she opens her eyes and his  face is on the floor smiling  back at her. She screams and stays  covered holding onto the railing. He walks up to her placing the tips of  his shoes under her face. His fingers start to poke through her  blanket and onto her back. She  yells out "Don't Touch me Mutha  F**ka!",  and waves the feather duster  at him while booking it up the  last flight of steps. His laughter echoes  through the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROh9B7SV4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/9OZ3OrXikgw/s1600/HH_Russel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROh9B7SV4I/AAAAAAAAA8U/9OZ3OrXikgw/s320/HH_Russel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553960835339147138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally  at the 2nd story she falls against the wall looking down the  stares in  fear, breathing heavily. She hears a soft voice chuckle and call out  to her.  She looks up and sees a man behind the bar counter cleaning a  glass.  He's got red hair that leads down to black muttonchops. He wears thin   black rimmed glasses, a white pin stripped shirt with a black bow  tie, and black pants. He gets out a martini glass and says, "You  look  like you need a drink." She gets up slowly but stops when she sees a   ghost gentleman walk past her and up to the bar. There is a drunk bum sitting   at the opposite end of the bar and a man reading a news   paper in the sitting area. She gets up and looks over the edge of the   railings to see just how many spooks are running around. She takes   notice that a few of the ones she saw earlier are gone and some just   loop the same action over and over again. Two brothel girls look at her   and laugh from across the hotel on the 2nd story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still scared  stiff, Milly stumbles over to the bar and up to the bartender.  For a  few long moments she just stares into space trying to make sure  that  she's not crazy. The gentleman comes up to the bar three times, ordering   the same drink with the bar tender serving it, before the women takes   notice. She looks at the bartender and he smiles and hands her the  drink  he made for her. She gulps and asks how does he know what she  likes.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a modest drink for a pretty lady."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks but I don't drink. I don't need to start seeing pink elephants too."&lt;br /&gt;She  looks around the bar and notices her keys at the other end. She  looks  back at the bartender to make sure he doesn't fallow her as she  gets  closer. The bum however looks at her as she gets closer and he  grabs  the keys before she notices he's watching her. She screams and  swats  him with the feather duster (it just swings right through him but  he's  taken back and annoyed). The bar keep yells at the bum to give them   back and he agrees and staggers down the stares ("Don't think this is   the place for me. The owners yelling at me in all.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly looks  at the bartender in confusion and asks why he can talk to  her.  He tells  her his name is Russel, and he explains that he's a  servant of the  hotel and will assist it's owner in any way he can. She  then asks if he  can assist her in getting down the stares back to her  office without  having to deal with Grunder, seeing his red eyes and grin  peeking from  darkness of the stares. Russel is unfortunately tied to  the bar table  but tells her that she can stay in any of the other rooms  until day  time (Grunder will be less active with sunlight). He points to  a room  down the way but warns her not to sleep with her head outside  the  covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanks him and walks to the room he pointed to.  Inside there is one  large bed against wall with a small couch against  the window. She waves  good night to Russel from far away and he waves  back (Grunder waving back to her as well). She gets under the  covers  and tries to sleep off the spooky feelings. In not much time  however  she feels a small lump sitting on her chest. She doesn't  move or  attempt to take off the covers to see what's on her. We see that  it is a  small boy sitting on her. He gets off a few moments later and  rolls  into the blankets on her side. She whimpers a bit but soon falls asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-2956627960097884091?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2956627960097884091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=2956627960097884091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2956627960097884091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2956627960097884091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/haunted-hotel-part-1.html' title='Haunted Hotel Part 1'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TROhLTQ9doI/AAAAAAAAA70/kXJxI9wY1To/s72-c/HH_Millicent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-8332114053863610354</id><published>2010-12-21T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:51:32.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby the Werewolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie-Mae'/><title type='text'>New Birthday ID Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRD1aVsv1yI/AAAAAAAAA7g/f5Bq6Oe3z6w/s1600/HeadsofAnnie_ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRD1aVsv1yI/AAAAAAAAA7g/f5Bq6Oe3z6w/s320/HeadsofAnnie_ID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553208173398054690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So with a new year comes a new birthday.  And I have here a new ID image. I took a photo of myself in my room then drew over it in photoshop. Some day I hope to start doing video posts and more reviews on art that I like. Please look at the all the other ID's I've made &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthdayannies-id.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRD2cb1ERxI/AAAAAAAAA7o/PtaH_JRjVRI/s1600/HeadsofAnnie_Icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRD2cb1ERxI/AAAAAAAAA7o/PtaH_JRjVRI/s200/HeadsofAnnie_Icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553209308914927378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was also hoping to have a new look for my blog an DA journal with a few head icons I drew. I'd go for a new green look with more of my characters linking to important links. The blog though still looks fine and I'd have to draw a lot of new stuff and learn HTML to make it look just as nice as it is now. I might edits the colors at some point so it's readable but for now it'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="bbcode bbcode_b"&gt;ALSO:&lt;/strong&gt; The night before I had a 5  minuet dream that really inspired me. I slept in till 1:30pm to work on  it, and spent the rest of the day writing it out. It turned into a whole  damn movie and I really like what I came up with. I'm going to post it in 5-6 parts here (don't want to make each part read like a huge  novel). Just to give you an idea, it's called the Haunted Hotel, and  I'll try to get some drawings to match up with in in time. When I post  it please give it a read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-8332114053863610354?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8332114053863610354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=8332114053863610354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8332114053863610354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8332114053863610354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-birthday-id-image.html' title='New Birthday ID Image'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TRD1aVsv1yI/AAAAAAAAA7g/f5Bq6Oe3z6w/s72-c/HeadsofAnnie_ID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-2320049585535234333</id><published>2010-12-19T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:53:05.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Graphic Inspiration from Star Wars</title><content type='html'>I have to detract from a series of original posts to blog about just good design. Taken from this blog post &lt;a href="http://disneyandmore.blogspot.com/2010/12/star-wars-posters-design-at-its-best.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; an inspirational look at some star wars posters. Seeing Sky City make up Boba-Fett's eyes is a genius decision. FYI; I didn't make these but I enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz352/loaloauk/Universal%20Singapore/Disney%20and%20more/bb7bdf6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 601px;" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz352/loaloauk/Universal%20Singapore/Disney%20and%20more/bb7bdf6e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz352/loaloauk/Universal%20Singapore/Disney%20and%20more/5afc316f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 601px;" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz352/loaloauk/Universal%20Singapore/Disney%20and%20more/5afc316f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz352/loaloauk/Universal%20Singapore/Disney%20and%20more/df606756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 601px;" src="http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz352/loaloauk/Universal%20Singapore/Disney%20and%20more/df606756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-2320049585535234333?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2320049585535234333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=2320049585535234333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2320049585535234333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2320049585535234333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/graphic-inspiration-from-star-wars.html' title='Graphic Inspiration from Star Wars'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-659030667042229755</id><published>2010-12-06T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:26:41.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crikkit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Tones'/><title type='text'>Headless Rokko</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about what it takes to really kill a cartoon. Most people still think that only Dip, the toxic substance from the 1990 Roger Rabbit movie, is the only thing that can kill them. But I believe that depending on the type of cartoon you are, the type of injuries you substance will effect you differently. These "powers" are given to the toon by their creator. Superman can only be killed by kyrptonite, so would he still dissolve when dumped in Dip? Pokemon and Digimon don't die, but could you splash some paint thinner on them and they'd disappear forever? Plus there are plenty of times where a character is put in mortal danger and while we might assume that somehow they'll make it out alive, we hold our breaths when the character is hanging from the cliff at the end of episode. A toon needs to have a level of mortality cause if they didn't, then why should we be worried about their safe return next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fallowing story is a play on that idea as well a cartoons ability to remove it's head. Rokko is a character constantly struggling to deal with his mortality; when ever he wants to die, he can't. When ever he needs to stay alive, he's in jeopardy of dieing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning! &lt;/span&gt;the blog is quite violent, dark, and contains mature subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko is being chased by a bunch of human thugs. We're not told what he did or why but they shoot guns off each other and run into a warehouse. One guy tackles Rokko to the ground and they roll around until Rokko is on top of the man. Rokko pushes the man's head into the ground trying to crush it but hesitates cause he doesn't want to kill him. The man brings up his gun to Rokko's head but he gr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3N1sGQaFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/gugwucci7BY/s1600/headlessblog_sliice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3N1sGQaFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/gugwucci7BY/s200/headlessblog_sliice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547816638244481106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abs the man's arm just before he shoots. The bullet ricochets off the walls behind him, into the back of Rokko's skull and doesn't pass all the way through. Rokko blacks out and falls over. The other men catch up to where Rokko lays and kick him around a bit. One guy takes out a huge knife and slices a huge cut around Rokko's neck and pulls his head off. They take the head and shove it in the box and laugh about the fight. Suddenly, the body gets up and starts flailing it's arms around and hitting a few of the thugs like rockets through the walls. They freak out and run away leaving the body to fall and trip over it's self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3OijJcKQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ssn-xFgbNNY/s1600/headlessblog_crikkithelp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3OijJcKQI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Ssn-xFgbNNY/s320/headlessblog_crikkithelp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547817408936028418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few hours, Rokko's body is left in the warehouse bleeding black ink all over the floor. Crikkit then scuttles up from the darkness and pushes Rokko around to see if he's still alive. The bug lifts the body up and it starts to move on it's own, punching the wind and falling over without balance. It stands up completely and then takes off running strait into the wall and falls over, spewing out stomach acid and more ink. Crikkit then grabs it's arm to take it back to Rokko's apartment. His pants fall off as the two of them run and along the way, the body fights Crikkit's pulling, thinking it's an enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with the human thugs, they talk about how they should try to get more money for the head. If the man who paid for them to axe it off wanted it so bad, then it's possible that other people wanted it twice as bad. One man opens the box in the back of the car and the head has filled the box with ink and it spills onto the floor. They pull over to find a place to hose it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3M79IRvlI/AAAAAAAAA54/RqM9MBZLuTI/s1600/Headlessblog_coyotecapybere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3M79IRvlI/AAAAAAAAA54/RqM9MBZLuTI/s320/Headlessblog_coyotecapybere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547815646383947346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crikkit finally gets Rokko back to the apartment where Rokko's two roommates are. They freak out over the headless body, not sure it's even worth keeping him around. Crikkit just starts to make a meal while they drill the bug about the people who did this to Rokko. Crikkit doesn't respond much other then to ask for salt, pepper and for a table to be set. The Coyote pokes the body a few times and it punches the wall next to it. He laughs, glad it missed. The Capybara thinks about a few times he saw other toons loose their head. It's different each time he's seen it and that the longest time he's seen a toon without it's head was 3 hours...but then notes that Rokko is not normal. The Coyote says that he's actually nicer without his head, they should leave him that way (as the body starts to shake the Coyote's hand and pat his head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3OE4xyq7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TDUB37Quc10/s1600/headlessblog_eat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3OE4xyq7I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/TDUB37Quc10/s200/headlessblog_eat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547816899346344882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crikkit tells them last he remembers was there was a man stalking Rokko earlier in the week. He remembers the face and draws it on the table in steak sauce. The man only confronted Rokko once telling him how interesting he was, asking about touching his skin and flashed a 100$ bill. Rokko said "fuck off" and kicked the car over. Both the Coyote and Capybara don't remember seeing a man like that on their own time, and they get up to start making calls to other toons about a man in a black car wanting to touch them. Crikkit starts to feed Rokko by shoving food down the open hole in his neck.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;The human thugs arrive at the house of the mysterious man. He looks surprisingly at the box, and they take it out showing him the head. He yells at the thugs saying that they should've brought the body with them. They yell back saying that he didn't mention a thing about the body and that he should've paid more cause the fight with this creature was not worth what they were promised. The mystery man tells them to go back to hunt down the body and they'll get twice what they were promised. They inform him about how the body still fought back but the man tells them to go back anyway. Two of the thugs head back to the warehouse while two stay with the head back at the mansion to make sure they still have head in their possession. Rokko's head moves and opens it's eyes slightly to see what's going on, but doesn't make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;By late that night the Capybara had found out about the mystery man's plan to pick up old cartoons to turn into hunting trophies. With no clear direction about where to find this man,  Crikkit says they should let the body hunt down the head like a blood hound, it might know where it's head is. The body falls over and squirms like a caterpillar across the floor. Shaking their head with disbelief the Coyote and Capybara pick up the body and put it in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of the night the thugs and the toons cross passes upset that neither can find the missing body part they're looking for. Rokko's body leads the toons into the oddest places like  bike shops, gyms, pharmacies, and the sides of busy streets where it throws stuff at passing cars. When the thugs find out that the body is gone, they set the warehouse on fire in frustration, which catches the attention of the toons and they fallow the trail back to the toon hunter's house.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;In the house the hunter shows the two other thugs his collection. He doesn't hunt for sport or just to have something rare, but things that feel good. Often times he's shot something that he thought would feel nice but it turned out coarse and rough. When he met his 1st toon he shook it's hand and the feeling that came over him was cold but warming. Not that the toon wasn't warm-blooded but being around it was so uplifting. His last wife left him cause of his past hunting habbits, so he slowly has been getting rid of his real animal pelts and replacing them with toon pelts, that being around them would be more uplifting. No more depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3Otig_wEI/AAAAAAAAA6w/k152qHVPplc/s1600/headlessBlog_rokkochomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3Otig_wEI/AAAAAAAAA6w/k152qHVPplc/s320/headlessBlog_rokkochomp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547817597744955458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the while the hunter is talking Rokko's head is sniffing the air and moving it's lips. The eyes open and close at irregular intervals, and it opens it's mouth is slowly and clamps down hard on the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man continues in saying that he stalked this toon (Rokko) a while back cause at a store they bumped into each other and the skin didn't feel like fur but he looked furry. If all other old cartoons felt this way he could start a new type of fur clothing line. Gilt free furs; the toons he took them from can't die and it wasn't real fur. The thugs look at the head on the table and pet it, and they mention how it feels like wet hair, being covered in ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunter looks in confusions and goes over the pick up the head. He too notices that it's hairy and starts to think they played a trick on him. They demand for the head back but he pulls out a gun on them and they drop theirs in a panic. He yells at them to get out, and once the other thugs bring back the body none of them will get a dime. The Thugs back into a corner swearing this is the real head but the hunter grabs it anyway saying that they brought a fake head without the body to fool him.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Outside the thugs talk about going into the mansion guns a blazing and take what ever they can fine but are stopped at gun point by the Coyote. The thug who nearly had his head crushed by Rokko, runs out of the car screaming in terror (fearing that another toon would be just as strong) and runs right into Rokko's body who grabs onto the thugs head again and smashes it like a melon. The Thug in the driver's seat pushes the door open to knock over the Coyote, and shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Capybara takes cover back in their car with Rokko's body, while Crikkit rushes into the Thugs car and starts the engine. Crikkit steps on the gas making the Driver Thug fall out of the car while it takes off and falls to the side of the road. The Coyote and the thug have a wrestle match on the ground, he takes a sharp bite out of the thugs arm and the thug shoots the coyote through the nose. The Capybara lets Rokko's body go, telling him to kick the soccer ball, and he rushes over to the Thug who's about to shoot again. Rokko's leg rears back and kicks the thug's head clean off so it lands through the window of the hunter's house right next to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the people inside stare at the new head on the floor in fear. The hunter looks up and grins and shoots the two thugs anyway. He looks out the window to see the toons coming up through the front door. He's happy to see he's got three new pelts, and mentions how he might be making some human leather hand bags as well (yeah he's a sick fuck, sorry). With Rokko's head under his arms he goes to his hunting closet where he picks out a shot gun and loads it. Crikkit is the 1st one to enter the room but stays hidden watching the man load the gun. He notices Rokko's eyes are open looking around like wild spirals but the hunter does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3M8ITvJWI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9q745TQ3Dt0/s1600/headlessblog_armoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3M8ITvJWI/AAAAAAAAA6A/9q745TQ3Dt0/s320/headlessblog_armoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547815649384801634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the head still under his arm the hunter sets up to shoot anything that's going to come in. Trying to stay hidden, Crikkit waves to Rokko to get his attention but he can hear the foot steps of the toons coming up the stares. Ready and waiting the hunter grins big but the head drops to the floor. He sees Crikkit pulling at the nose but the hunter steps on Rokko's ear with his foot. The head starts to chomp up and down (soundless except for gashing) and Crikkit freaks out and runs away. The hunter picks up the head by the ear but the head finds a way to grab onto his arm and chomp it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toons stopped at the mid way point up the stares when they hear the hunter screaming. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3UAIIvLZI/AAAAAAAAA64/pvZPyu9mCS8/s1600/headlessblog_slither.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3UAIIvLZI/AAAAAAAAA64/pvZPyu9mCS8/s200/headlessblog_slither.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547823414639537554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The head then slithers out of the door and down the stares not aware it passed it's body. The Coyote grabs for it and picks it up. It starts gashing at the air again. He shakes it like a piggy bank and the bullet that was stuck in his head falls out of the mouth. The Capybara stops the Coyote from putting the head and the body back together saying that Rokko might be even angrier if he had his head on strait. This allows the Capybara to go up and do clean up work on all the humans. The two thugs that were shot by the hunter weren't injured bad but they tell the Capybara that they'll deal with the Hunter in a legal way ("No more of this mobster shit for me. I thought it'd be hookers and free cocaine.")&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Back at the home stead, Rokko sits on the sofa with his head back on wrapped in bandages. He laughs and thanks the other guys for helping him out and tells the story about how his middle child could do the most amazing things with his detached head. He isn't sure if it's a family trait but that boy didn't need his head to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;Rokko thinks about the men his body killed without his conscious mind to hold his self back. Figures he's got a pretty good head on his shoulders after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-659030667042229755?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/659030667042229755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=659030667042229755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/659030667042229755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/659030667042229755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/12/headless-rokko.html' title='Headless Rokko'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TP3N1sGQaFI/AAAAAAAAA6I/gugwucci7BY/s72-c/headlessblog_sliice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-7447300864424639199</id><published>2010-10-31T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:11:01.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Eddie Eel Plushy Show: Halloween Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4-kpvdpF0c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4-kpvdpF0c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a totally last minuet idea. It's shorter cause I did NOT recording the music at the same time as I'm recording the action. This is good cause I can adjust the sound better and the videos are shorter but I found the music sets the pace for the whole video while I ad lib it. I also didn't want to have music recording in the background because I was having such a hard time getting the right takes. I couldn't focus on anything and the family was being to loud, there were only two good takes I could use, and in this video I cropped and cut out certain parts and audio from each of them to make this vid (I saved some of them so I think I'll make a blooper reel for kicks). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really liked how this came out, but I think I'll have to start righting out what I need to say. Sharks speech about Halloween costumes came out better when I wrote it down, as well as Eddie's candy advice. Every one I do gets better, keep giving me feedback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-7447300864424639199?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7447300864424639199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=7447300864424639199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7447300864424639199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7447300864424639199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/10/eddie-eel-plushy-show-halloween-special.html' title='Eddie Eel Plushy Show: Halloween Special'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-3546327793736109366</id><published>2010-10-28T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T14:00:46.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Re-run Cycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><title type='text'>Rokko Daddy</title><content type='html'>This fallowing story does contain some mature artwork. So please be warned. Proofread by DMajorBoss.&lt;br /&gt;This is also a parody story of many different elements, both &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bioschock &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain Kangaroo&lt;/span&gt;. The image below was an extensive piece using over 40 layers and done over the course of three weeks, gathering textures and brush styles from around the net. If you'd like to know which stock images I used I can find where I got them from but most of them I didn't write down...NOW ON TO THE STORY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMpSFkN4H3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/FsZFUgJyQ7s/s1600/RokkoDaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMpSFkN4H3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/FsZFUgJyQ7s/s400/RokkoDaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533325347752779634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rokko get a call from the cops and is ordered to kill a magic man who has built a   palace under the sea. He broadcasts his TV show to children and begs   them to come down to his palace to live forever in fun and joy.   Since this show has been on the air, children have been either disappearing or   running away from different parts all over the country. The cops have found out that the   signal to the show comes from deep in the ocean but no one can go down   there to stop him.   Rokko wouldn't normally do work for the cops, but this is a "Do this or   go to jail" situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko gets a dive suit and ventures under  the sea to find the palace.  Once he finds it, he's not met with open  arms. The castle's barracks open  up and shoots at him, but he's able to  drill into a sewage duct to get  inside. He sneaks around until he gets  to a ball room and sees a huge  party. After finding a guy whose suite he snags, he tries to blend in  with the crowd of people. What he learns  from people is that the Magic Man is a  genius and fun to be around. He makes special elixirs that give the people super powers,  such as lightening and telekinetic  abilities. They're so happy that they never want to leave, even if it seems unfair that he makes all the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man  of the hour soon shows up to make his gala entrance. He  introduces himself as  Captain Kid and introduces his Puppet friend Lilac  the Sleepy Moose.  Captain Kid is so happy to see everyone here at the  party for the 27th  time in a row, but informs them that there is a spy  in the castle. They  all get scared but the Captain tells them there is  no need for alarm,  this spy is as welcome as anyone else here. The  captain can promise  that the spy will never want leave once he sees how  great this place  is. He calls the party to a close and starts to walk  into the crowd  towards Rokko. Rokko keeps it cool, pretty sure that even  if he knows  Rokko is the spy, they don't have to get into a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMpUOjxLS8I/AAAAAAAAA44/QESeUiVqyHY/s1600/RokkoCaptainKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMpUOjxLS8I/AAAAAAAAA44/QESeUiVqyHY/s320/RokkoCaptainKid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533327701274479554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;captain shakes Rokko's hands as asks him why he has infiltrated his   castle, a simple knock on the door would have been enough. As they walk together   for a bit Rokko bluntly states that he is there to investigate the  cause  of the missing children and his TV show. The Captain explains  that  anyone who's come down here has done so willingly. While he  would  like for the children to come down to play with him, he does try to tell  them  why going back home would be so much better. Before Rokko can ask  more,  the Captain introduces Rokko to a small club on the side of the  castle  that serves alcohol and where a band of Two Toned characters are   performing on the stage. Rokko sees a cute Rabbit girl on stage  singing  some crazy swing tunes. Rokko gets entranced with her  performance as the  Captain tells a butler to give Rokko a cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  the band finishes performing the Captain brings the Rabbit to meet   Rokko. She gets excited to see another Two Tone and explains how she was   offered the job to play down in the castle by the Captain when he saw   her back on the surface. The butler brings up the cocktails and it's   this bright glowing green mixture in a baby bottle. Rokko looks at it   confused but the Captain explains that this is the elixir the he gives   the people so that they get super powers. The Rabbit takes hers and drinks   it up with joy and floats with laughter. Rokko says,  "They're making   crazier stuff on the surface. Probably won't give me the same high as   she's getting now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rabbit girl starts asking Rokko more and  more questions about the  surface, so the Captain leaves the two of them  be. They talk a bit and  as the night goes one Rokko eventually takes a  swig of the elixir  (without the nipple attached). This leads to a surge  of odd powers and  feelings that make Rokko feel ill but he holds it in so as to  not freak out the  girl. She goes on about how she and her friends felt  like the world  around them was moving too fast and noone liked old  cartoons anymore.  Rokko looking just as green as the elixir begs to be  excused while he  finds a restroom. He makes it to a toilet but vomits  up Ping Pong balls.  He looks at his mess in the toilet and says "Ping  Pong Balls?" thus  causing a rainstorm of ping pong balls fall on him.  With his finger he  controls the storm cloud to moving it around and as it drops ping  pong balls. Rokko  leaves the bathroom pissed off but is stopped by the girl  at the door. She  asks what his power is, and Rokko asks, "Who else  drops ping pong  balls?" thus causing a rainstorm of balls to drop on  the two of them.  The Rabbit laughs saying, "How fun." Rokko is upset,  "What a useless  power." The Bulter seeing what has happened, looks at Rokko  with fear and  walks to the back of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko and the Rabbit  walk around the castle while looking out onto the ocean  floor feeling really  happy. Outside of having a stupid power Rokko feels  really happy being  here. They run into &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMpUdFONBAI/AAAAAAAAA5A/b3novNKi_Gw/s1600/RokkoRabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMpUdFONBAI/AAAAAAAAA5A/b3novNKi_Gw/s200/RokkoRabbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533327950772765698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lilac who's just a wandering  puppet head that  floats across the floor. The rabbit is happy to see  Lilac but Lilac  gives Rokko a long unblinking stare while the two of  them walk to  Rabbit's room. The two of them have a few more drinks and  eventually  have sex. After some time, Rokko wakes up feeling ill again and throws up more ping pong balls in her bathroom, "How the hell do  I flush  these things?" He gets back into the bedroom and looks at the  rabbit  again.  He thinks about staying  because the feelings he gets down there are so nostalgic and the Rabbit girl reminds him of Ginger. If he had to leave, would he come back to take her to the surface with him? He sighed and shook his head. He is on a mission after all, so he puts on his cloths on to go  exploring  alone. While getting dressed, he finds a note in his pocket that  is  written in purple crayon, reading "meet me in the main dance hall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko  heads to the dance hall, pretty sure it's a set up and ready to  fight  but just sees the moose head on the stare case sleeping. He walks  over  to it and taps it to wake it up. He shows it the note and Lilac  nudges  its head to walk to a water tank that leads outside. Lilac  tells  Rokko that he needs to get in that suit he brought with him, they  can  only talk in a place that the captain can't hear them. Rokko swims   outside until he sees his suit and brings it inside the tank again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside  the suit, Lilac tells Rokko that the elixir Rokko took was made  just  for him. It's the only power that could stop the Captain and free  the  people in the castle. The captain has no intention of allowing  anyone  to leave, but the elixirs are killing the people in this castle.  Rokko  asks about the kids, and Lilac confirms that there are kids in the   castle that want to go home and refuse to take the elixirs, so the   Captain keeps them locked up. Rokko sees that this is the only time to   take out the Captain, but wants to tell the Rabbit about it 1st, to give her a chance to leave with him. Lilac tells Rokko it's not possible cause at   a certain hour all the doors are closed up since the elixirs give the people   night cravings. People are so addicted that they'll go mad without them   and some people have been known to break out of their rooms to raid the   bars that serve them. This gives Rokko more of a reason to move  quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rokko runs through the castle back to Rabbit's room,  the cameras are  following him and doors have locked signals turned on.  Lilac  keeps falling  asleep on him and wakes up randomly to tell Rokko what's  happening.  Lilac tells Rokko that no guards will attack him until all  the doors are  locked, "Captain doesn't see you threating enough to worry the  people this  early in the morning." Rokko gets to the Rabbit's room and  she wakes up  in a fright and floats to the ceiling to hide. Rokko takes  off his mask  to show that it's him and she comes down. He tells her  what's going on  but the door locks behind them and green gas starts to  pump into the  room. Rokko and the Rabbit start to lurch in pain and  their eyes glow  green. Lilac tells Rokko to put the mask back on, and  he regains his  consciousness.  Rokko and Lilac watch as the Rabbit floats  into the  ceiling screaming in pain. Rokko panics but Lilac gets angry,  upset that  the Captain is making her go through the withdrawals of the  elixir. A  voice over the castle halls can be heard saying,  "The Spy stole all the elixirs. Get him!" All the doors  unlock and Rokko  runs from the Rabbit to avoid hurting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko  runs through the castle dodging addict zombies, trying not to hurt   people even though their strength is amazing. Lilac tells Rokko to use his Ping   Pong balls, which cause people to trip and slip all over each other.   Rokko drills into the vents and fills them up with as much Ping Pong   balls as he can. Some people are able to shake off the cravings of the   elixir as the gas in certain areas diffuses, but others die from the shock.   Getting closer to the Captain's room, the guards are released and Rokko   can go drill happy on them. Rokko unfortunately is over come when his   suit is punctured and thee smell of the gas makes him pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the  Captain's Room, Rokko wakes up to see that the captain has  chugged a  shit load of elixirs and has turned into a huge monster. Rokko  hears  Lilac from inside his suit say that the captain will blow up the  castle.  The Captain monologues about that now Rokko is here, more people  will  come down to take the castle away from him. He's the only one who can control his world and noone else will have his dream. The kids left cause they were ignored, imagination  stilted.  The drugs they take on the surface will kill them, down here  they are  immortal. Lilac whispers to Rokko that when he's done that he  needs to  tell the captain this...&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "You're forgetting one thing captain!"&lt;br /&gt;Captain: "Oh?...and what is that?"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "...what?!...*listens to Lilac and shakes his head*...Ping Pong Balls."&lt;br /&gt;A  rainstorm of Ping Pong Balls falls over the Captain and his expression   changes from surprise to laughter and anger in a frighteningly quick   time. Rokko flinches pretty sure that he's going to feel pain soon. The   Captain yells out, "LILAC! You mother fucker, where are you?!'&lt;br /&gt;Lilac looks over Rokko's shoulder and the Captain looks disgusted at the moose, "YOU are the spy? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Lilac: "It used to be funny!"&lt;br /&gt;Captain: "You're still on this stupid gag?! You, behind my back, make an elixir to just humiliate me?"&lt;br /&gt;Lilac:  "NO! To have fun. We made a world together to have a place for  our  selves and our friends. It was about fun and using our imaginations to take us anywhere. The outside world will never understand, but we're   supposed to understand each other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain: "And still you mock me?!  ME?! I made this world! This is my  world and I want it MY WAY! You got  it?! My world! My Rules!! And NO  MORE Mother fuckn' PING PONG BALLS!"&lt;br /&gt;A  shower of Ping Pong Balls rain on the captain and he goes ape shit and   rips up chairs and consoles attached to the walls and throw them at   Rokko. Rokko gets hit with a chair but it snaps one of the restraints and   he's able to break free. Lilac falls to the floor and tries to slither   away but gets crushed and ripped from falling debris. Rokko jumps on  the Captain, pounds his face and blasts ping pong balls into his  mouth.  Rokko makes a kill move and drills into the captain's gut, but  sees his  drill is stopped by a large safety pin. Confused, Rokko is  knocked into a  wall by the captain's failing arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Captain  runs after Rokko but trips over Ping Pong balls and falls  over crying  in a tantrum. Rokko gets up to drill the captain in the head  but called  off by a limping Lilac. Lilac jumps on the Captain and sings  Lullaby  and Goodnight. Rokko looks on in confusion as the Captain  starts to  calm down and grabs Lilac in a cuddle position and sucks his  thumb.  Lilac tells Rokko to press a button on the counsel. This stops  the self  destruct mode of the castle and plays classical music. A  different  smelling air is pumped into the room and the captain turns  into a baby.  All around the castle the people start turning into  children. Lilac  tells Rokko where the kids who have been locked up are  and to just take  everyone back to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Rokko gets all the kids he  can find in a submarine, he looks to  find the Rabbit girl and her other  band mates. He sees that she has been  turned into a child as well.  Rokko grows scared over what he did to her  as an adult, but she doesn't  remember any of it. Rokko and the kids get  up to the surface and many  parents are happy to see them. The children  who were adults are  surprised to see that much time has passed and all  their relatives are  now much older then they were when they left. The  cops ask Rokko who all the other kids are and Rokko can't explain it  other then drugs  do crazy shit to your body. "Think of it as all of them getting a 2nd chance at life...even if it means it'll be worse than what it  was like down there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko  takes the Rabbit girl and her friends to where they used to live,  in a  small forest town, lost in a re-run loop. Everyone in that town is  the  same age as they were when the Rabbit and her pals left. Happy to  see  friends and family they jump onto the stage and perform their song.   Rokko looks at em with sadness and disgust with himself. Later in the   day, after Rokko and Crikkit catch up, Crikkit says that if she was made   in the 30's she'd be an adult regardless of what she looks like. That   and she probably puts out to her buddies all the time. Rokko gives   Crikkit a death stare and yells, "Ping Pong Balls!" Crikkit flinches but   nothing happens. Rokko squints and says "You lucked out this time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-3546327793736109366?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3546327793736109366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=3546327793736109366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/3546327793736109366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/3546327793736109366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/10/rokko-daddy.html' title='Rokko Daddy'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMpSFkN4H3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/FsZFUgJyQ7s/s72-c/RokkoDaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-9219410305620642829</id><published>2010-10-25T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:06:21.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fanart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><title type='text'>Rokko's Tales: Magic Maggie and Zany &amp; Wild Races</title><content type='html'>So I haven't really gotten into a few stories of Rokko, but I've been  thinking of a lot of his stories during the 1960s through 1990s.  Originally for Rokko's show I would have it pick up in the mid 2000's  when he regains contact with his kids for the 1st time in years. We  would cut back and forth between his life during the 1910, the 20s and  during the 60-80s cause each part of that time were all so different for  him. The 10's would be him wandering around getting into any mess and  would develop his relationship with the mob and his overall personality.  The 20s was him as a family man doing gofer jobs, a wrestler, and  maintaining a good roll model for his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time during the  late 50s to 90s was his dark time. He thought he had lost everything he  worked so hard in his life to set right, so he went back to being a rake  and roustabout. Mostly doing the things he did back in the 10s but  dealing with 50 decades worth of different types of cartoons and  characters that are far more messed up then he had come in contact with  in his youth. This would be a great time frame to come up with some  stories that mocked and parodies the things we think happened in the  70s. Here are just a few ideas I've thought of recently.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;In the  mid 80's, Rokko is hired to be a body guard to a woman who hosts a kids  show. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMh-CSqSRYI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pjnaU3cQvFs/s1600/RokkoBlogpics_maggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMh-CSqSRYI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pjnaU3cQvFs/s200/RokkoBlogpics_maggie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532810720058688898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Maggie is a happy lady with a magic mirror that can see into  people's hearts. She often uses it at the end of the show to look  through the camera and calls out the names of the children she sees to  wish them a happy day. The program is filmed over a porn theater in a  grungy part of  Albuquerque and do a casting call for kids to attend  live broadcasts of the shows. The only parents to let their kids be  apart of the casting call are the ones that think their kids are going  to get famous and make them money, and some parents treat it like a day  care center. Rokko is called to be a body guard for Maggie cause she's  scared of children. She says that when she uses the magic mirror she can  see the terrible thoughts all people have had, and she believes all  children are evil. She belives that the mirror has shown her that a  terrible child from the outside world will come kill some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  expects Rokko to beat up any kid that tries to touch her. Rokko  hesitates but he spends most of the time finding ways to punish the  children without hurting them. By the end of the day, Maggie has turned  into a psychopath and goes mental on stage. Rokko attacks her and hold  her down but is pushed over by a beast from the mirror. Rokko smashes  the mirror and Maggie snaps out of it. She apologizes to all the kids  and says that she was a fool for thinking any child would harm her. Cut  to 15 years later, Maggie is resting in her home when an old fan of her  show come by to kill her cause she never said his name at the end of her  show to wish him a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokko is held at gun point to fill in a spot at the Zany and Wild All Star Racing Event in Indianapolis.  He owes a few punks money and the best way he can earn it back for them is to win 1st prize, or just make sure their home boy, Dick Dastardly, wins the race. Rokko agrees, so long as he gets a decent car. They give him a yellow Hudson Hornet but has to change his name to Hive. So with Crikkit in the trunk, he is known as Hive and the Bug in the Hornet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks over his car with great satisfaction. Rokko says, "This is a Boozer car. From zero to hung over in 10 seconds, leaving a trail of beer flaming . It'll have no problem out running these dipshits." His competition are as fallows:&lt;br /&gt;Vampra and Crock in the Doom Pot&lt;br /&gt;Drippy, Stinky and Moe, the Do-No-Wrong Apes, in the Peel-Out Banana Boat.&lt;br /&gt;Speeder Philippe in the Hot Tamale&lt;br /&gt;The Inaudible Caveman and Julie, in the Cromangmoblie&lt;br /&gt;Loose Goose in the Knot&lt;br /&gt;Dick Dastardly and Mutsy in The Mean Machine&lt;br /&gt;and Slappy Squirrel and the Ed Roth Bomber (Cause a pinto &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiCbFN7FoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/77oAedOyx2E/s1600/road-agent_Bomberrecolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiCbFN7FoI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/77oAedOyx2E/s200/road-agent_Bomberrecolor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532815543993308802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doesn't have the same explosive power of this girl on the highway) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Info of the picture on the right, it comes from the&lt;a href="http://www.ratfink.com/ed-roth-custom-cars.php#road-agent"&gt; Ed Roth website, and is a re-colored version of the Road Agent&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiB3_vNsUI/AAAAAAAAA34/SERxSZBtxLo/s1600/RokkoBlogpics_Slappybomber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiB3_vNsUI/AAAAAAAAA34/SERxSZBtxLo/s200/RokkoBlogpics_Slappybomber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532814941226905922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rokko sees Slappy and is intrigued with her. Rokko has to tell her his fake name. "It's Hive, this is Bug and that's the Hornet."&lt;br /&gt;Slappy: "So why is the Hive in the Hornet?"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Cause I'm too full of shit to fly! hehe...Yeah I'm here against my will."&lt;br /&gt;They laugh and she says that it's hard to get any attention at all with all these wackos around these days. "Nothing says camio like playing a bit part in a All-Star racing event. Next thing you know Warner will stick me with Bob Hope for a 5 minuet diner sketch  on a Variety Hour show with those Archie Boys."&lt;br /&gt;Rokko and Slappy talk a little more about the other racers.&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Was Goose always Loose or did Goose get loose after taking the Knot?"&lt;br /&gt;Slappy: "Hahah! That's a good question! Not one we can answer but a good one to ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Races start with with Dastardly using a rocket attached to his car and he jettisons into a tree five miles ahead of the race. Rokko shakes his head and steps on the gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiDqea2eTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/TEQnz5cW_Gg/s1600/RokkoBlogpics_doompot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiDqea2eTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/TEQnz5cW_Gg/s200/RokkoBlogpics_doompot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532816907968084274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vampra and Crock are lead the race when Vampra sends out bats to pull the car faster. Philippe fills his tank with hot sauce he zooms by so fast it makes the Doom Pot spin and the bats get caught in Vampra's hair. The Caveman and Julie are cruzing around when the caveman spots the Ape's Banana Boat and starts to back up into it to try to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the riff raff are stuck in a traffic jam Slappy and Rokko race neck and neck until Rokko sees Dick getting frustrated over a contraption on the side of the road. Philippe has already passed him and now Slappy passes him.  Rokko pulls over to help Dick with his plan (Crikkit and Mutsy share a giggle fit).&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "I don't know how you got so far ahead but what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Dick: "This confounded contraption won't work. It's supposed to send that Rock into that tree into the road. Everyone will have to stop! They won't know what to do and I'll be in the lead. Wahahahah!"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "No! When you're ahead, you don't stop to pull over to set up a trap that, you know, someone could drive around. You stay on the road and punch it like a donkey. You idiot this is why you fail!&lt;br /&gt;Dick: Be Quiet! You know nothing of my work! I have a reputation of being the meanest, nastiest, low down dirtiest racer in this game and I have to keep that image.&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Yeah alright, well you know what Dick? The boys back at the house? They're sick and tired of this mean-nasty crap. They called me in to make you look good. Now get in your car and get to the finish line. I'll work on this thing."&lt;br /&gt;Dick: "Oh...really? Well alright but make sure what ever you do is evil! If it's not evil it's not worth the effort!"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Yeah! Get out of here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rokko stays behind and sets the trap up. He ties the rope to pull the catapult to his car and is quite happy about the whole thing, "Well that should work, but where are the other racers? Feels like I've been working on this for hours and I hadn't heard anything go by."&lt;br /&gt;Crikkit points to a few that he can see them coming so they jump in the car to take off. Crikkit yells ,"Wait you need to make it evil. Laugh while your driving!"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "MUAAHAHAahaaa.wahever.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiCbpKnh0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/87WvTM4B3L0/s1600/RokkoBlogpics_Apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiCbpKnh0I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/87WvTM4B3L0/s200/RokkoBlogpics_Apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532815553643120450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives off and it pulls the string and the rock shoots towards the tree across the street. The Ape's banana is caught under the tree and it shoots the banana off into the sky with them on it. The Doom Pot stops in time to avoid crashing, but Loose Gooses' Knot stop behind them and gets hit by the Cromagmobile that sends Goose into the Doom Pot and boils alive. Rokko and Crikkit look back on the action and look at each other with a cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later down the road, they see Dick Dastardly's car turn over again with him being crushed underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Now what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Dick: "That Slappy Squirrel topped over my car with a giant hand, but I knocked her off the cliff! She's falling to her doom! Muahahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko looks over the cliff to see Slappy. She calls out "Help! I'm stuck in suspended animation. My contract doesn't allow me to be put in real danger so the cliff has just been shifting between the same 5 frames since I fell over. Pull me up!"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko looks around: "How can we pull up a car?"&lt;br /&gt;Crikkit: "We have webs!" and he presses a button to shoot out webs from the back of the Hornet to grab Slappy's car as it falls closer to the ground and pulls it back up and lands up right and ready to take off.&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Hornets don't shoot webs. What kind of shitty gimmick car is this?"&lt;br /&gt;Slappy : "Don't question the logic to much on it kid, you can get yourself hurt." and she speeds off while blowing Rokko a kiss. He blushes a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiuj-ZPzWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/17FzmFFF8L8/s1600/RokkoBlogpics_Philippe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMiuj-ZPzWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/17FzmFFF8L8/s200/RokkoBlogpics_Philippe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532864075292200290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rokko caught up to Dick Dastardly farther down the road, he saw that Dick had set up Taco stand to distract Philippe  "What's evil about a Taco stand?"&lt;br /&gt;Crikkit "If it's a Taco Bell, the meat's made of my kin."&lt;br /&gt;Rokko pulls over and tells Dick to leave, to which he kindly obliges. Rokko serves up Philippe the taco. Philippe takes a bite and feels so refreshed. Rokko is confused that the food doesn't appear to making Philippe sick. In a flash a bunch sirens start to ring and cops pull up to Philippe and cuff him, "Ay, Caramba, it's the INS-ese."&lt;br /&gt;Rokko and Crikkit duck behind the stand, "Damn, Dick called immigration on him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sneak back to the hornet and take off. They soon see the sign of the finish line and catch up to Dastardly and Slappy, who is ramming Slappy from behind. Slappy skids off to the side of the road and Dastardly takes the lead with his laugh ecoing through the canyon. Rokko pulls over to Slappy and asks if she has to be in her car to Win the race. She's not sure but Rokko trades cars with her anyway. She takes off in the Hornet to catch up and Rokko pumps some of Philippe's hot sauce into the tank of  the Bomber. The fuse on the back of it lights up and jets off in a B-line towards Dastardly's car. In firey madness Rokko hits Dastardly and the two of them explode and fall to the side of the road, allowing Slappy and the Hornet to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dastardly pounds the gound in angry protest: "Curses! Why don't I ever win!?"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko: "Well...You're a Dick! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Musty and Crikkit snicker as Dastardly cries.&lt;br /&gt;At the winners circle Slappy get her reward, to be center square in the Hollywood Squares and a gift certificate to Neiman-Marcus. "Great is that all?"&lt;br /&gt;Rokko checks if she's ok and she thanks him for the great trip, hoping they meet again some day. As for Rokko and his debt to the punks, lets just say hornets can shot webs and end it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-9219410305620642829?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/9219410305620642829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=9219410305620642829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/9219410305620642829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/9219410305620642829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/10/rokkos-tales-magic-maggie-and-zany-wild.html' title='Rokko&apos;s Tales: Magic Maggie and Zany &amp; Wild Races'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TMh-CSqSRYI/AAAAAAAAA3w/pjnaU3cQvFs/s72-c/RokkoBlogpics_maggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-6151507718357491331</id><published>2010-10-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:42:38.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Tones'/><title type='text'>Rokko's Mob Boss and names for the Rabbit and Turtle Thugs</title><content type='html'>Good news to start out with, &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/#/d30tutq"&gt;the STICKERS are here Go look&lt;/a&gt; and come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TLlCyoM88II/AAAAAAAAA3U/huEdmnIm468/s1600/MobBoss2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TLlCyoM88II/AAAAAAAAA3U/huEdmnIm468/s400/MobBoss2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528523455126630530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was talking to people and realized that I don't think I've officially shown off images I drew for Rokko's top rival; the Mob Boss Leader of Wipe Out!...ok that's not what I want to officially call it but it's a play on the term white out cause that's what the leader is made of.&lt;br /&gt;Please read up on &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2007/09/horrible-life-of-rokko.html"&gt;Rokko's History&lt;/a&gt; to understand how the two are connected. I know it's long but I don't need to write it more then once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea for the boss was always ment to be this body of evil who couldn't take a punch or be destroyed by conventional means. He was strong, could shape shift, and looked intimidating. I was going for the Judge Doom like character, in which the character had very cold eyes and seemed to make toon and mortal quiver with fear. Blob creatures were also very common for old school toons to have because the black ink blobs could consume the character back into the ink well. But because this guy was white out, he could cover them up and erase what they were.  Outside the fact these are cartoon characters, the Mob Boss is just a scary guy who can kill any living thing, man, animal, or toon with his vice grip.  One other tactic is he'll send out blot baddies, small little clones of him to cause trouble and give back up when he needs a get away.  They're easily to take out without the master around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TLlC6g7F1KI/AAAAAAAAA3c/tGDfP2ni8Sw/s1600/MobBoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TLlC6g7F1KI/AAAAAAAAA3c/tGDfP2ni8Sw/s320/MobBoss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528523590611621026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These old designs of him are purely experimental. I didn't settle on a design in my head, or if I really wanted him as the MAIN boss. More like the top thug of the gang, and he could kill the true mob boss if he wanted to. There were a few other ideas I had about his design in my head, such as that he looked like a large fat man that sat behind the desk and gave out orders to the smaller thugs, and when he needed to fight he'd turn into a large blob monster with crushing force (imagine white out going into all your guts and ripping you from the inside out...he'd always have that power in any form). I also wanted to have a clown character that was completely fucked up. Either it would be a White Out clown who was a mix of the clown from IT and Koko the Clown, or something all together different. Currently I've considered a separate character who would be the Judge Doom toon without the human mask, being a clown who was incredibly wacky and unpredictable, who would be the opposite of the White Out Boss but just as demented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now though he looks like Spider Man in a Suit. I need to make him scarier and update...or at least know what I want the character to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TLlDfIXXqXI/AAAAAAAAA3k/92nrimZOyTk/s1600/RabbitTurtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TLlDfIXXqXI/AAAAAAAAA3k/92nrimZOyTk/s200/RabbitTurtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528524219674503538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other Thug characters I've made for Rokko are more developed but you still don't know them very well. Might be that the less we know about the back story of the villains the more we hate them, cause all we can judge them on is their actions they take now.  I've finally come up with the name of the Rabbit character; Bo Bunny.  The turtle character sadly isn't as strong cause he's still to nice to be working for such a terrible gang. And when I say terrible I mean that they're they type of gangster that kill anyone who has seen them in action, women, children, dogs, ect. They don't distinguish between guilty or innocent, and Bo will often go into stores just to blow everyone away for no reward other then to do it. These things were easier to do before cameras however, their methods are less conventional in modern times. The Turtle character is the most normal character I've made for this group. It's hard to picture him in his nature doing any of the crazy things Bo does...possibly why he's teamed up with Bo, to counter Bo's wildness. If I had to name him now, I'll call him Torpedo Tortuous. The puns in that name extend farther then calling a tortuous fast...look up what a Torpedo means in the 1920's slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read up on some of the other &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-back-up-characters.html"&gt;drawings of Bo and Torpedo&lt;/a&gt; as well as my still &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2008/02/tooki-and-gilbur.html"&gt;unnamed Bat Dr and some of Rokko's other friends&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-6151507718357491331?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6151507718357491331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=6151507718357491331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6151507718357491331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6151507718357491331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/10/rokkos-mob-boss-and-names-for-rabbit.html' title='Rokko&apos;s Mob Boss and names for the Rabbit and Turtle Thugs'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TLlCyoM88II/AAAAAAAAA3U/huEdmnIm468/s72-c/MobBoss2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-2666521130811308783</id><published>2010-10-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T16:29:51.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stickers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Eddie Eel Stickers</title><content type='html'>So I want to accounce that I am releaseing a set of Stickers of Eddie Eel and Friends. Here is the 1st edition and I would like to know you're feelings about what I have here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEhSxdcdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/SQ220wwwvbs/s1600/EE_stickerset_idea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEhSxdcdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/SQ220wwwvbs/s200/EE_stickerset_idea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523529175503040978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKfAXfQpw5I/AAAAAAAAA14/8ohcFg5McMI/s1600/EE_stickerset_trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKfAXfQpw5I/AAAAAAAAA14/8ohcFg5McMI/s200/EE_stickerset_trio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523594977754071954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEhJmV_NI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0jLPCqUeYVA/s1600/EE_stickerset_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEhJmV_NI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0jLPCqUeYVA/s200/EE_stickerset_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523529173040495826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEgq-7i1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Ng1vQtqw9nU/s1600/EE_stickerset_iceacream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEgq-7i1I/AAAAAAAAA1I/Ng1vQtqw9nU/s200/EE_stickerset_iceacream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523529164822121298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEg73tVGI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cuJ0xZC53nk/s1600/EE_stickerset_sharkfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEg73tVGI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/cuJ0xZC53nk/s200/EE_stickerset_sharkfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523529169355232354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEg66V3VI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yPpsCwNMVP8/s1600/EE_stickerset_jen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEg66V3VI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/yPpsCwNMVP8/s200/EE_stickerset_jen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523529169097842002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-2666521130811308783?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2666521130811308783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=2666521130811308783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2666521130811308783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2666521130811308783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/10/eddie-eel-stickers.html' title='Eddie Eel Stickers'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TKeEhSxdcdI/AAAAAAAAA1o/SQ220wwwvbs/s72-c/EE_stickerset_idea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-4261895346742482346</id><published>2010-09-07T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:37:11.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crikkit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Tones'/><title type='text'>How Rokko Met Crikkit</title><content type='html'>Ok so here is an odd treat that I stumbled across when I was looking for a blank set paper to draw on. I knew where this was so it wasn't like it was lost but I had no idea just how far I got into this idea in this book. Far enough to tell a nice little story. This book I got back in 2007 ( I'm guessing) that was made to hold a collection of Rokko and Crikkit comics that I would scan and fix up on the computer so it would look and read right. I was going for an old 1910s comic look where there wasn't a lot of perspective and I would fix up the details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlp4li7-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/qLnxeirhZ1g/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlp4li7-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/qLnxeirhZ1g/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514065826512302050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlqOpZtbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/R7sRAd4sUFk/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlqOpZtbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/R7sRAd4sUFk/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514065832434054578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were a few blank pages in between this one and the next. I wanted to do a bit where Rokko was turning off and on the light and Crikkit could only been seen when it was dark (with his white face). Sadly the 1st time I tried scanning this book that page ripped so I had to take it out. It was a filler gag story done a bunch of times, and for the context of the story it's not missed. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlqRbj13I/AAAAAAAAAws/GACHMaRySY0/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlqRbj13I/AAAAAAAAAws/GACHMaRySY0/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514065833181304690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlqg1X83I/AAAAAAAAAw0/EZDi9gHMqOY/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlqg1X83I/AAAAAAAAAw0/EZDi9gHMqOY/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514065837316109170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this seems a little dialog heavy. Rokko here is defending Crikkit by saying he's not a roach but a cricket bug, being good luck. Crikkit isn't amused by this, so Rokko says something like, "Well if you're not a cricket bug I guess we just gotta squish ya, don't we?" So Crikkit starts a song and dance, being loud and obnoxious. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlrFI5a1I/AAAAAAAAAw8/pUU4k1tlzDA/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlrFI5a1I/AAAAAAAAAw8/pUU4k1tlzDA/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514065847061670738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you didn't like filling in your own words I'll sum up what Rokko's  plan was here. Steal a rich woman's dog's collar and give it back to her hoping to get a reward. This was also a test  of Crikkit's usefulness, now that Rokko saved his life Crikkit owed  Rokko for the act of kindness.  (this plan must've worked more then once for Rokko to try it out)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnL1RV47I/AAAAAAAAAxE/DMPnuBLR8b8/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnL1RV47I/AAAAAAAAAxE/DMPnuBLR8b8/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067509249434546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnMP5AlLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/IvNe4VqoIvE/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnMP5AlLI/AAAAAAAAAxM/IvNe4VqoIvE/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067516395132082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the expressions of Rokko's extreme happiness and Crikkit's deep confusion. That isn't a pig lady, she's just really ugly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnMu2IUQI/AAAAAAAAAxU/q7u30GuHMQQ/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnMu2IUQI/AAAAAAAAAxU/q7u30GuHMQQ/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067524704555266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Crikkit is upset that he gets a bum reward out getting mauled to death, and he fights with Rokko. Rokko tries to explain what the deal was, but Crikkit just fights like a spoiled angry child. Rokko tosses him back over the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Now there was a blank page in between this and then next page but I can't for the life of me figure out what I wanted to tell on it.  All I can say is that Rokko wanted to get enough money to make happy hour.  Even with the scheme of getting the reward from the rich lady, he still didn't have enough money for a drink ( This is before prohibition), but he sees a way he can make more money.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnM3kR_LI/AAAAAAAAAxc/1WkYx9qfEqA/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnM3kR_LI/AAAAAAAAAxc/1WkYx9qfEqA/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067527045610674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnNWz7UyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/qIkx9igh2m0/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXnNWz7UyI/AAAAAAAAAxk/qIkx9igh2m0/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514067535432733474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXocKvhkBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q-hufTcjg60/s1600/RokkoCrikkitCom07_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXocKvhkBI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q-hufTcjg60/s320/RokkoCrikkitCom07_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514068889402707986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah yeah that's the end and that last comic is cut short. There were two more panels where Crikkit would be at the table ready to bet with them and the last would be him walking away with all their cloths.&lt;br /&gt;Rokko has a system of being really lucky, but when other people cheat he can't win unless he cheats. It's because of Crikkit having the best poker face ever (noone can read his antenna twitches like Rokko can) Rokko decides to keep the bug around to help him win at bets and get him out of scraps. They also get tossed up in situations where one owes the other something and they have to stick together until the debt is paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed this old comic, it was kinda a treat to look back on it. Only thing I don't like is how stale the poses and expressions are, but they're still pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-4261895346742482346?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4261895346742482346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=4261895346742482346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4261895346742482346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4261895346742482346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-rokko-met-crikkit.html' title='How Rokko Met Crikkit'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TIXlp4li7-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/qLnxeirhZ1g/s72-c/RokkoCrikkitCom07_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1619290477444533405</id><published>2010-08-31T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:47:46.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Origin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie-Mae'/><title type='text'>New Annie-Mae Looks_Freak of the Freak Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Ah it's the end of the month and I wanted to get something new here before the next month comes around. There will be a HUGE change that's coming and I wanted to give this brief little blog to show some character development art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH3uewiEI6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/LgBQTQ7SDRI/s1600/Newannie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH3uewiEI6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/LgBQTQ7SDRI/s320/Newannie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511823731162620834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been inspired by Mystery Science Theater 3000 and I've loved the Forrester characters, both Dr. F and Pearl. I wanted to make an outfit based on a mix between Lady Gaga and a Deep 13 Soldier.&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking for a nice lime green jacket and when I found it, it has some neat button holes to which I thought it would be cool to have some neon lights to go through it. Got the boots and the glasses, but I need to fix up the jacket so it's more of a tighter fit and doesn't look frumpy.&lt;br /&gt;What's happened outside of the just the halloween outfit idea, is to actually use the costume as a new persona. I felt that I could use the outfit for video reviews and post images of myself. The Annie-Mae Smeargle designs seem to have been coming off as too kiddy and furry for some people. It worked great when I was a kid, but now I should be able to transition into my real self some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea about Annie being sick of not getting attention (this is true) and she tries a few methods to get attention. Because of Mr. Man she comes up with the assumption that it's because she looks like a furry. They fuse together to become a more human Annie-Mae but she's now more sadistic and wicked. I'm still not sure if I want to give this Annie a new name but I do want to use it as a camera persona. Anyway, Here are some more doodles for you too enjoy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH31XRw-NAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/8qLHwGmYtNA/s1600/AnnieTheFreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH31XRw-NAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/8qLHwGmYtNA/s320/AnnieTheFreak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511831299225957378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH32He0Kp2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/a_vUCd1SG-M/s1600/PeopleAreEvil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH32He0Kp2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/a_vUCd1SG-M/s320/PeopleAreEvil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511832127362738018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH31kU2YaII/AAAAAAAAAwE/sNGMfPAApl0/s1600/DoodlesandMesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH31kU2YaII/AAAAAAAAAwE/sNGMfPAApl0/s320/DoodlesandMesses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511831523392252034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH31wwlAnYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Wn8zOTu-OT0/s1600/FreakDoodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH31wwlAnYI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Wn8zOTu-OT0/s320/FreakDoodles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511831736994012546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1619290477444533405?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1619290477444533405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1619290477444533405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1619290477444533405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1619290477444533405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-annie-mae-looksfreak-of-freak.html' title='New Annie-Mae Looks_Freak of the Freak Kingdom'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TH3uewiEI6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/LgBQTQ7SDRI/s72-c/Newannie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-5965062685205523834</id><published>2010-08-06T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:14:37.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Nursery Wrongs _ Eddie Eel Story</title><content type='html'>So Ed and Jenny were called up to the boss one day. He shows them a cartoon made by the mainstream studios where a bunch of ugly CGI characters are teaching kids how to read books. They do things like when they ask a question they pause for a long period of time as if the kids are answering their question.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny gives a sick look&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Jenny doesn't  look happy.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: No this is just lame.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Of course it's lame but the censors eat this chum up. This is what we need for our programming.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Don't you have a show that does these things already?...Like that one sponsored by Sugar Frost Chunks?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Sir I have to beg you...nobody likes to learn anything. I mean look at these things. They're assuming the kids know what a Swan is, let alone what an S is. AND what's with this empty air space? Are they seriously expecting kids to respond with the right answer?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Jen, wait, I do think it's important that kids learn basic language skills but...&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Well then it's settled, lets do it.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: But wait!...b-bbut I don't think this is the right pull for our audience. They're...they're a little more mature and come to expect a certain style from us.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Now listen we can get more people viewing and new advertisers with this type of programming.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: No, Ed's right. See, we teach kids things nobody teaches them. Do you know what a theremin is? I know what the difference between 100% cotton and poly fibers cause of Ed. Don't trust people in suits.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: -_-&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Last week...was it? Yeah. Last week, Ed showed the kids a topato. You know what a topato is?&lt;br /&gt;Boss: No...&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ed made this thing, that has the skin of a potato and the innards of a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;VP: How'd it taste?&lt;br /&gt;Jen:...Terrible. But the kids loved it cause we spent half the episode trying to pronounce the name right and throw them at everyone. It hurt cause they wouldn't explode right away.&lt;br /&gt;VP: Wait they explode?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yeah butnoonegothurt....&lt;_&lt;...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Sir I don't have a problem with teaching kids language, but I'll just say that we need to do it the way Eddie Eel would want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Fine Fine, that sounds ok. You just bring it to the home plate boy.&lt;br /&gt;Ed nods and Jen looks sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Hello kids. Thank you thank you. Yes today we're going to be a little bit different in that instead of doing something silly and stupid, we're going to do something stupidly silly. We're going to read a book! *inhale*...yay. Yes we're upset that kids just don't read books anymore today, even the ones with pictures. It's too much work todo isn't it? Well as your unofficial babysitter today I will read you a wonderful story called...*lifts up the heavy book*...Mothergoose! *flips through the pages and gets confused*...*looks to Jen* There is more then one story in here, Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Go to the yellow paper in the...&lt;br /&gt;Ed: OH there it is...The Ugly Duckling...*thinks* I don't think this is a Mother Goose story.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: They're all made by the same people.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: No I think it was Hans Christian Anderson who made this story. Though I don't know if Hans made the mother goose...or was his mother a goose?&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Ed we're not teaching them history, just read it.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: History is very important! I think that...&lt;br /&gt;Jen: ED!&lt;br /&gt;Ed pouts and opens the book and adjusts his glasses and speaks calmly:...The War of 1812 was a military conflict fought between the forces of the United States of America and the British Empire...&lt;br /&gt;Jen comes up to Ed and points in the book: No No! Read what it says there!&lt;br /&gt;Shark and the kids are laughing&lt;br /&gt;Ed *smart ass*:  I am reading what it says there, oh...You're right, that's not what it says. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny walks back behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Ed waits for Jen to be ready and reads again:...ONCE!...upon a time...in 1812...*inhales and speaks in one breath* There was an ugly duckling who was born from a mother and father who didn't like him because he was different from all the other ducklings andhewassadthatnoonelikedhimandranawayandthengrewuptobeasawn THEEND!&lt;br /&gt;*slams book closed* No wonder you kids don't like to read that was booooaaring...lets make it a little more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Ed runs to the back of a stage and brings out a tv with rabbit ears on it.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: We are...going to jump in the book and make it more interesting. Lets add words and plot devices to make the story come to life eh? Sound fun? Now you all know what a duck is right?&lt;br /&gt;Shark: Cock-a-doodle doo!&lt;br /&gt;Ed points at Shark with a smile: No...&lt;br /&gt;Kids yell out: It quacks! It Swims! Feathers!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Right it's the one that quacks and swims, good. Now what is a swan?&lt;br /&gt;Kids: Uh, it swims! It quacks! Long neck! White Feathers!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Yes quakes and swims, good, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Same thing just bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Shark: It's a bird, they all look the same flying above you.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Nice now we're going to get angry letters from Swans...*sigh*Lets turn this baby on.&lt;br /&gt;Shark: They make good ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed turns on the tv and it starts to glow and rattle. Rays shoot from the rabbit ears and down into the book and then an image of the swamp and text show up on the TV. Ed gives everyone a wink and walks into the TV. Ed looks around with a big  grin and looks for the words "Once upon a time' Ed goes through the book more and looks for the duckling and his family.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Oh look kids here is the ugly duckling *plops next to the duckling and interviews it* So little man, how does it feel to be disgraced by your mother and father the moment they see you?&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin: Well...I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Just sad? Not ADVERB sad?&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin: No...just sad.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Well we can't have that can we? How about you feel...*Ed pulls out a word from his pocket* Terribly sad! BAWWWWW!!&lt;br /&gt;The two of them start to cry rivers of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Those terrible parents of ours, they should respect us for our apparent differences. Day one of our birth and we're shunned.&lt;br /&gt;Duckin: Waahh!  I didn't realise how terrible it all way. I just want to be fwends.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Fwends?? Uh Oh we have a spelling error to correct here.  HmHM! *grabs the word Fwends from the air* Kids, what's wrong with this word? hm? *puts hand to his ear*...What?...I can't hear you...I really can't hear you. Hello? *looks at the audience* Hello am I talking to myself? Kids?*looks around and bumps into the screen*Oh...Oh!* Knocks and touches screen* Oh, there's glass here, pfft! I'm expecting an answer and I can't hear you cause there is glass in the way. Sorry...I won't do that again.  So this word is spelled wrong, lets find the missing letters that spell it right. Duckling you want to help me find the missing letters?&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin: Does this mean jor my fwend?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: "Jor my fwend-"-Oh...we have a lot of work to do here don't we? Lets go.&lt;br /&gt;Ed grabs the duckling and takes a walk to a river. Ed looks around and tries to see if there are any letters around. There are letters around the whole river.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Well will you looky here, there are letters all over the place. Go on duckling pick ups some letters and bring them to me. Lalala---&lt;br /&gt;Ed looks around behind bushes and in holes of trees. In one tree he lifts up the hat of a funny looking old hill billy character.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;The Hill Billy starts to sing: What's my name, Pootintang, Ask again, I'll tell ya the same!&lt;br /&gt;Ed pushes the old man back into tree: Ok sorry I asked.&lt;br /&gt;Not long, Ed and the Duckling made a big pile of letters and dig through them for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Well we have 5 Y's, 2 Q's, an O, M,G, and 4 X's. Are you sure there isn't an R and an I anywhere we're not seeing?&lt;br /&gt;Duckin looks and points: There's a W, T, F over thar.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Aug, ok. Lets move along.&lt;br /&gt;They get up and behind the tree you see an R and an I tied and gagged and being threatened by a bunch of other letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as they walk a-long, Ed talks to the duckling somemore: So you are ADVERB different. How do you feel about that?&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin: Sir what is this Adverb you're always saying?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Oh an Adverb is pronoun that is adverb important. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Pronoun verb an adverb is a noun that verbs any noun of noun other than a noun.&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin: 0_0&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Pronoun verb an adverb when pronoun want to noun your noun adverb adjective. It's adjectively simple. Hmhmhmhm! XB&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin:...O_O...WAAAAAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Oh no no no. Shh-shhh. I'm sorry I upset you. Don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;Papa Bear: HAY! Why did you make that ugly kid cry?!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: AAH *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed runs past a few other pages and into a new story. He stops in front of a house panting. The old man pops out and sings his little hillybilly jig: "What's my name, Pootintang, Ask again, I'll tell ya the same!"&lt;br /&gt;Ed slams door shut: Oh go away! Sigh...Oh Look over there, It's a new story. *Ed walks to a girl sitting under a tree* It's Little Miss Muffit, and she's sittin' on her Tuffit. Ah-hah! Young Lady can you tell the kids just what a tuffit is?&lt;br /&gt;Muffit: Heck if I know.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: uh-...Well what are you eating dear child?&lt;br /&gt;Muffit: Curds and Way.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Oh how nice. Can I sit right here?&lt;br /&gt;Muffit: No ya creep go away!&lt;br /&gt;Ed sits anyway: Oh but we're going to wait for the spider.&lt;br /&gt;Muffit points to the text above her head: What spider, says an Eel sat by me?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Oh well that it does. Kids I think we need to fix this. *Ed points the tree that has three words carved in it, with a heart around it. They read Gorilla, Spider, and Danny Kaye* Which word is the right word for this story? Pst...it starts with an S and we've said it two times already. *pretends to listen* Uh-huh, Gorilla! Wait whut?&lt;br /&gt;A gorilla jumps from the trees and scares Ed and Muffit away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed runs into another story where he's met with the old Hilly Billy again dancing his jig. "What's my  name?, Pootintang, Ask again, I'll tell ya the same!"&lt;br /&gt;Ed pushes him off screen: Oh stop it! *ed looks behind him still panting* Oh look it's that shoe with the Old Lady in it. She had SOOO many children ...*quietly* how many children did she have? She didn't know what to do. Well lets go help her out.&lt;br /&gt;Ed walks up and knocks on the door: Welfare check's here!&lt;br /&gt;The old lady and her kids open the door and they're all thin and ugly. The old lady in a thick British accent calls out : Oi! It's an Eel kids. We're eatin tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Kids: YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Do-Wahaaaa! *and he runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed winds up in a house and he's mumbling and whimpering to himself in confusion and exhaustion. Pootintang shows up from a butter churner in the house Ed is in and starts to sing but Ed cuts him off: "NO! Don't you sing it!" Ed looks to the audiance in fear and looks back to see a boy sitting in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Oh look...it's little Jacky, Johnny, Dicky Horner...sittin in that corner. eh...Eating his uh...Uh what are you eatin dear child?&lt;br /&gt;The boy slowly turns his head hissing as we see his mouth is red with fangs and a big grin.&lt;br /&gt;Ed *panics and runs away*: Ohho, I don't want to know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed walks through the house crying and mumbling: Uhehem,...the duckin and...waaahanenneh, tuffit and the Gorilla. And nowniaahh..Waaah, I don't care of his name...Weehh&lt;br /&gt;The papa bear opens a door behind Ed: HAY that's guy who made that ugly kid cry! Get him.&lt;br /&gt;Ed screams and is tackled by a bunch of other characters jump on him. When the smoke clears Ed is in chains and put on trial.&lt;br /&gt;Judge Midus: You are accused of making this poor innocent ugly ducklin cry. How do you plead?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Please make it stop??!!&lt;br /&gt;Judge Midus: Order in my court! 1st witness!!&lt;br /&gt;Papa Bear: I saw him, I saw him do it. Guilty Guilty Guilty! Hang the slinky snake right here! I got the noose!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: But...!&lt;br /&gt;Old Woman from Shoe: He hasn't paid child support in years!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: I don't!...&lt;br /&gt;Muffit: He made fun of my Tuffit! Said it was big!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Did not!&lt;br /&gt;Jack Nimble: He said do it! You're nimble...Your quick...it'll make a man out of ya.&lt;br /&gt;Attorney: Now show us on the doll where the flame touched you!&lt;br /&gt;Jack hold the doll and points to it's butt and cries heavily.&lt;br /&gt;Ed *sobbing*: I didn't even see you today-ay-ay.&lt;br /&gt;Judge Miden: Bring up the victim.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd goes hush as the ugly ducklin walks up to the witness stand. Ed looks at the Duck and shakes his head in disbelief. The ducklin sits on a large stack of books to reach the top of the stand. The judge turns to the duckling and asks him quietly, "What happened boy? Don't be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;The Ducklin looks back and forth between everyone. He gulps and speaks: He...he made me learn things!&lt;br /&gt;Gasps and shocks abound in the court room. The judge asks the ducklin: Is this true?&lt;br /&gt;Ducklin: Yes...*sniff* He's Gwilty!&lt;br /&gt;The crowds in the court room chant out: GWIL-TY! GWIL-TY! GWIL-TY!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: No...No! I'm trying to help! NO!&lt;br /&gt;Judge Miden: Life in prison!!&lt;br /&gt;Ed: NOO!&lt;br /&gt;Bars shoot up in front of Ed and he's left alone in the cell crying: NO,NO, no! Why??! What is going on here?! Why-!-Oh! Oh I'm not supposed to be here! Jenny! Shark! What's going on? Wha-!!?&lt;br /&gt;Ed looks through the TV screen and sees that Jen, Shark, and all kids are watching the TV laughing and rolling on the floor. Jen and Shark have been messing with the TV remote.&lt;br /&gt;Ed gets angry: Oh put that down you're supposed to be reading! You all--uhp?!&lt;br /&gt;Behind Ed a figure shows up and walks slowly to him. When the light shows up it's the old Hill Billy. He stares Ed down until Ed is up against the bottom of the bars.&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: What's---my---name?&lt;br /&gt;Ed: Pootintang? NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to Jen and Shark still laughing at Ed while there are noises and screams coming from the TV.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Oh Ed you do know how to make the classics more interesting. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-5965062685205523834?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5965062685205523834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=5965062685205523834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5965062685205523834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5965062685205523834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/08/nursery-wrongs-eddie-eel-story.html' title='Nursery Wrongs _ Eddie Eel Story'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-8526930549272879975</id><published>2010-08-01T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:17:56.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yakko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crikkit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rokko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Art and Doodles from the Vaction</title><content type='html'>Here ya go I got a few pics for you here...but my ideas are lacking. Still enjoy these sketc&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYXLv3wGnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xLxPQZD4UNw/s1600/EE_lovertrouble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYXLv3wGnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xLxPQZD4UNw/s320/EE_lovertrouble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500609485475945074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYW2fuYLmI/AAAAAAAAAs8/6d-fxY32jy8/s1600/EE_nightfornow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYW2fuYLmI/AAAAAAAAAs8/6d-fxY32jy8/s320/EE_nightfornow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500609120364408418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the stuff Eddie and Jen are talking about were my feelings to one of the guys that was bunking with the girls. He didn't want to sleep in the same room as a girl even though there were two beds in one room. He was even shy about using the same bathroom, but hell I didn't care.  Just read what they say...their opinions express what I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;Often times I was so tired I didn't feel up for drawing much out there. Wasn't until I started having dreams and get tired of playing my video game did I feel like working on some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYWfcGSdFI/AAAAAAAAAss/pX97NTDd8yI/s1600/EE_fishingBooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYWfcGSdFI/AAAAAAAAAss/pX97NTDd8yI/s320/EE_fishingBooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500608724253963346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a story idea I had when I was using said bathroom there. There was a fishing gear catalogue in the bathroom with some pretty neat stuff in it. Made me think that this is how Eddie gets all his knowledge about fishing gear and techniques humans use.  These books and catalogues would fall from the fishermen boats and Ed has to keep them in protective cases in air bubbles to make sure they don't fall apart in the water. He can't really read human writing but he he still tires to understand what humans are doing to capture fish better and faster...as well as beer caps and Old Men Rule t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYWr_Nq_6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/OzlTiZx4Q2I/s1600/EE_SRIEddieFlowerhike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYWr_Nq_6I/AAAAAAAAAs0/OzlTiZx4Q2I/s320/EE_SRIEddieFlowerhike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500608939838603170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYWOx7aLiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3bxKOWQDfEE/s1600/EE_bikers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYWOx7aLiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3bxKOWQDfEE/s320/EE_bikers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500608438056136226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times out there I felt like I'm Ed. Wandering around looking at things calling them cute.  I put on my gayish music and start dancing in stores and swivel hips to what I'm listening to.  If I was a 6 foot 5 scrawny blue haired white gay boy, I'd defiantly be able to do this show...but then I don't think I'd be as liked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYXRpAIrAI/AAAAAAAAAtM/5HDq2dm2rgM/s1600/EE_sharky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYXRpAIrAI/AAAAAAAAAtM/5HDq2dm2rgM/s320/EE_sharky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500609586711276546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus here are some alternate outfits for shark with a Biker/Punk Theme. Eddie's biker outfit is actually not as dark as his pals, seeing how as he rides down the road his rainbow scarf trails 5 yards behind him.  Plus Jen has no idea where he could get Pink Leather outside of San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYXa1BUp6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ITL6U5xUZyY/s1600/RokoMades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYXa1BUp6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/ITL6U5xUZyY/s320/RokoMades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500609744556304290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a sketch page of Rokko. About on the 8th day I had dreams about Yakko being a father, and it made me feel nostalgic for my Character Rokko. A few of these I want to finish but here you can see some sketches...there is something different about Rokko, but it's not a big deal. I am a little troubled with Rokko because I don't want him assosianted to much with the Warners. I'd rather he look like an Old School Two Tone, then a 90's rip off of the same thing. Tell me what you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-8526930549272879975?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8526930549272879975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=8526930549272879975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8526930549272879975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8526930549272879975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/08/art-and-doodles-from-vaction.html' title='Art and Doodles from the Vaction'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFYXLv3wGnI/AAAAAAAAAtE/xLxPQZD4UNw/s72-c/EE_lovertrouble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-4052988846634064991</id><published>2010-07-30T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:17:31.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art by Fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planet Claire'/><title type='text'>MORE Eddie Eel Fanart; Thanks</title><content type='html'>Well the month of July is coming to a close. And I'm going to show off some more WONDERFUL fanart I've gotten from people.  People love the Eel XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left one was a commission/gift from &lt;a href="http://thweatted.deviantart.com/"&gt;Thweatted&lt;/a&gt;. She was asked by a friend to draw him for me, and it's a really special gift cause I love her art so much.&lt;br /&gt;The right is done by a fan who just gave me a wonderful gift and while &lt;a href="http://xxnashxx.deviantart.com/"&gt;XxNashxX&lt;/a&gt; thinks it's not that good, I love seeing anyone do fanart of my characters.  Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thweatted.deviantart.com/art/eDDie-eeL-163630364?q=favby%3Aanniemae04%2F1694202&amp;amp;qo=2"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMPyrMiGiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/O1OjbhjWVtI/s320/eDDie_eeL_by_thweatted.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499756933212674594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xxnashxx.deviantart.com/art/Eddie-Eel-171765268?q=favby%3Aanniemae04%2F1694202&amp;amp;qo=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMQKvLpJLI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DJqiysJ94TU/s320/Eddie_Eel_by_XxNashxX.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499757346599543986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one below was another gift commissioned by a friend by the Galen. He had  some problems with Shark but I asked for a fix and it turned out great. I love seeing the whole crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMQxn97PSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/QENystJUcI0/s1600/sillytrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMQxn97PSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/QENystJUcI0/s320/sillytrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499758014677859618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one below was made by &lt;a href="http://coralyoshi.deviantart.com/"&gt;Coralyoshi&lt;/a&gt;  as a commission  from a friend, and she ended up loving my guys. This is so fun and  makes a good story to tell here. I have a few sketches she did with an  alternate Jenny style, but this turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://coralyoshi.deviantart.com/art/Eddie-Jenny-and-Shark-164453953?q=favby%3Aanniemae04%2F1694202&amp;amp;qo=1"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMRKZWRbXI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uJA26-LNjrg/s320/Eddie__Jenny__and_Shark_by_coralyoshi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499758440250174834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left was an art trade with &lt;a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/local-shop/"&gt;Local-Shop&lt;/a&gt;. She's  really an daring artist and she even did a pic of &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/12/planet-claire.html"&gt;Claire  and the dorky human character&lt;/a&gt; in this as well. Watch out, contains  titties. XD&lt;br /&gt;The Right one was made by&lt;a href="http://www.furaffinity.net/user/uini/"&gt; Uini&lt;/a&gt;, was another commission gift from a friend. Great style here, looks cute. Thanks to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMSObL3tCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UZF08YGT6gg/s1600/EddiePals_local-shop_vee_art_050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMSObL3tCI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UZF08YGT6gg/s320/EddiePals_local-shop_vee_art_050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499759608974521378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMQ7DkPH_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/M3pGDz5Z5aM/s1600/Eddie+Eel+final.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMQ7DkPH_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/M3pGDz5Z5aM/s320/Eddie+Eel+final.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499758176705126386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-4052988846634064991?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4052988846634064991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=4052988846634064991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4052988846634064991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4052988846634064991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-eddie-eel-fanart-thanks.html' title='MORE Eddie Eel Fanart; Thanks'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TFMPyrMiGiI/AAAAAAAAAr0/O1OjbhjWVtI/s72-c/eDDie_eeL_by_thweatted.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-3714811980616346605</id><published>2010-07-17T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:21:30.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie-Mae'/><title type='text'>Going to be gone for a week</title><content type='html'>In the meanwhile I'll post some pics for you to enjoy. Thanks for stopping by.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFZxKKabzI/AAAAAAAAArU/pbgV5Y7xyBM/s1600/welcomepage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFZxKKabzI/AAAAAAAAArU/pbgV5Y7xyBM/s400/welcomepage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494771721445207858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFZ2zPcrMI/AAAAAAAAArc/enA5cdE20Bc/s1600/EdBath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFZ2zPcrMI/AAAAAAAAArc/enA5cdE20Bc/s400/EdBath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494771818371525826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFaDAmzoXI/AAAAAAAAArk/KI1vJSqIYqU/s1600/EE_chill_BW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFaDAmzoXI/AAAAAAAAArk/KI1vJSqIYqU/s400/EE_chill_BW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494772028117590386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFagpOSAuI/AAAAAAAAArs/Jb3MQvgVwVU/s1600/EE_ejsly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFagpOSAuI/AAAAAAAAArs/Jb3MQvgVwVU/s400/EE_ejsly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494772537236783842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-3714811980616346605?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/3714811980616346605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=3714811980616346605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/3714811980616346605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/3714811980616346605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-to-be-gone-for-week.html' title='Going to be gone for a week'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TEFZxKKabzI/AAAAAAAAArU/pbgV5Y7xyBM/s72-c/welcomepage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-7146178778043655540</id><published>2010-07-10T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:57:10.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie and Shark Plushy Comedy Show 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hoY1W7U_TjA/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoY1W7U_TjA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoY1W7U_TjA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another silly and pointless Eddie Eel and Shark Plushy show skit. They're getting longer as I get more and more editing technology. I added in my own artwork this time, and I edited a sample of music for the middle part. Hopefully the video is funny enough and entertaining you can get over the bugs. Learning is fun, forgive me for my novice mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinions about Gaga and Twilight aren't the same as Eddie's, but we are of the same mind XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Credits belong to as such:&lt;br /&gt;Baroque Hoedown- Jean-Jacques Perrey&lt;br /&gt;Toytown Carousel - Electric Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;Bad Romance -Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;Relaxation - Jean-Jacques Perrey&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters - Night Work (edited by me, not for profit)&lt;br /&gt;Brother Sport - Animal Collective&lt;br /&gt;Buena's Password - Pokemon Soul Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Ghost Pokemon, Driftloom and Rotom at the end said a password. I don't know what that password is for or when it'll come in handy but next time you see them around DA or FA, remember that password and you might get something good...yet I don't know what it'll be...really I don't know I just thought it was cute to use them XD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-7146178778043655540?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7146178778043655540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=7146178778043655540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7146178778043655540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7146178778043655540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/07/eddie-and-shark-plushy-comedy-show-3.html' title='Eddie and Shark Plushy Comedy Show 3'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-355954380351364803</id><published>2010-07-01T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:30:53.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Stories for Eddie for July</title><content type='html'>Ah another month goes by and here are some ideas I should put down before I forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2HnTPa8CI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UxaC3vqp2iQ/s1600/EE_helpful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2HnTPa8CI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UxaC3vqp2iQ/s400/EE_helpful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489192630084104226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eddie is a scientist, and usually he'll spend his time in his lab coming up with his crazy ideas. When he's in there the doors are usually locked cause he doesn't want to be disturbed. Plus people know when the doors open he'll have a new experiment or fancy gadget for the next day's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Ed shows off his computer, a Giant machine that takes up half the stage. It can add, subtract, multiply and talk. He built it all by himself from used calculator parts that have fallen from the sky.  The fish are impressed cause really none of them could do something like that, but most of them have computers that can do more then that. There is only one problem that upsets Jenny the most about this machine...Ed used Jenny's voice and named it Jenny 2. Why?? Cause there is no other woman who can tell Eddie what to do like Jenny can. After the show Jen tells Ed to take the machine apart, but Ed just laughs and keeps his fingers crossed. While Ed and Jenny 2 talk in the lab about how well things when today, Ed tells Jenny2 how nice she is and he'll keep her around. Jenny 2 asks about Jenny 1 and why Jenny 2 can't direct the show, she knows how to do it more efficiently.  Ed laughs, gives her a hug and goes to bed. Jenny 2 thinks and connects wires to all cameras and lighting in Ed's show room. When they all come back for the next day they see that Jenny 2 has connected herself to all the mechanics of the show, but Ed tells her they're shooting on location that day, but Jenny gets angry that Ed didn't take that thing apart. So while the crew is away (carpooling), J2 hooks into Jen's car to cut the breaks. When they get back Jen can't even start her car cause the battery has been drained (J2 needed the power) so crisis was averted. Later that night Ed takes apart all the wires J2 had hooked up tells her that it's helpful but J2 doesn't need to be anything more then a calculator and good friend. J2 gets upset and wraps her wires around Ed begging that they combine together. Ed squeezes free and says that they'll have more time to talk later. J2 just fumes. Late in the night J2 calls Jenny and with recorded sounds of Eddie and tried to tell Jen that she's fired. Ed hears these noises from his room and rushes to tell Jen it's a mistake &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Just a late night boozer HAHAHA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen:&lt;/span&gt;" Haha yeah, me too. Hay can you see my finger through the phone? Do that! *click*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed asks what J2 was doing and J2 just grabs her wires around Ed again and begs they be one and sucks him into her Floppy Drive. Lots of moans, creeks and groans can be heard through the metal shell. When it gets it's quietest Eddie slams through the monitor of J2 covered in oil, with her battery in his arms. She shuts off with a delighted sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Ed tells Shark about this and Sharks tells him a story:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;" My Brother named his car after his old girlfriend. He dumped her and she dumped paint on his car. He got a new paint job and then he got a new girlfriend. That car...stalled, caught on fire, rolled down a hill and hit a police car, and sucked gas like a mofo. He sold that car and the new owner said it was the best car he'd ever owned. Ran like a dream. I have point to this story Ed but I shouldn't have to tell you. I've just never found the allure of naming machines after women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed:"Hmm...What if he named it Carl? Carl never hurt anybody. Plus, get it? Carl and car. HAhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: "Heh, that's stupid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2IcKmUcxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/8Owt5yRg6Lc/s1600/EE_Edbubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2IcKmUcxI/AAAAAAAAAqs/8Owt5yRg6Lc/s320/EE_Edbubble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489193538297295634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For many years Ed has been working on making a perfect non pop-able bubble that's not too toxic for the oceans. It's a feat that haunts his drams and he gets upset at every bubble he makes that pops. Often times the bubbles come out as interesting animals and human figures with conversational thought, as if they're all free thinking creatures that want to feel life and joy, but it's taken from them the moment they touch the ceiling. A few times the bubbles have come out mean and nasty and want attack and hurt Ed but pop. One night he weaves out a bubble with near perfection.  She doesn't float to the ceiling and she can move around freely on her own will. Ed begs her to be careful and not touch anything, as he himself is too afraid to touch her. She touches something and her arm pops, but Ed puts another one on her. Ed talks to her about the world she's in and how there are so many dangers out there so she must stay in the lab. Ed goes to get Shark and Jen to come see her, but outside there are fishermen and all the fish are hiding or getting hooked up. One guy even has a robotic sub that can lure fish with sonic sounds and expensive bait. Men are throwing Chum over board and Shark is pounding his head with frustration cause it smells so good. The bubble girl looks out and sees all the little fish getting pulled up and she rushes out to try to rescue them. Ed panics and goes after her, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2Gv-f_HDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VOI5nhqfw2c/s1600/EE_EdSad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2Gv-f_HDI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VOI5nhqfw2c/s320/EE_EdSad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489191679623633970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shark fallows in an attempt to try to bite off some free floating chum, and of course help Eddie. The bubble girl floats in front of one fish telling him it's a trap and the fish panics and swims off, making more bubbles and allowing the bubble girl to get bigger. She swims around fast enough and makes a whirlpool to throw some of the fishermen's boats off. Everytime Ed gets close enough to grab her he stops himself out of fear of popping her. She yells to him that she's ok and knows not to touch anything. She wants to be a hero and that makes Ed cry, cause he sees just how pure she is. So pure it's a shame she was born at such a terrible time. The bubble girl sees the Robo Sub and makes it run into a few hooks where the humans hook it and break it. Shark sees that there are less hooks and thinks it's safe to eat a few of the left over meat chunks in the water, but grabs one of the remaining hooks and is instantly pulled up. Ed grabs Shark and helps to pull him back down, but the bubble girl thinks of a plan to push Shark out of the water and over the boat to release the hook. Ed begs her not to, but she creates a rush of water so fast the three of them shoot out of the water and the hook breaks free (freaking out the fishermen). She pops the moment she hits the surface. As Ed and Shark land back in the water Ed is sobbing tears and looks at the ripples where she was. Shark asks if he could make another, but Ed feels he nee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2JaiGYg7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/8t2wSCiqPac/s1600/EE_boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2JaiGYg7I/AAAAAAAAAq0/8t2wSCiqPac/s320/EE_boss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489194609757684658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ds to stop. He's not pure enough to play god any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Shark hooks, Ed gets a request from Donny to introduce him to Ed's boss, a giant Great White.  Ed's have some terrible moment with his boss before but Ed is never intimidated by the guy cause he's really just a moron. Ed and Jen have tried to explain the logic in the things they do, but the boss of the network just looks at them with his blank black eyes, wondering why they don't do fart jokes. Anyway, Ed sets a coffee meeting with the Boss and immediately the Boss and Donny hit it off. They talk about being a red blooded shark and how fruits like Ed need to man up.  So they all strip nude and take off to a temporary Shark bar that was set up around the carcase of  a dead seal. The three of them sit amongst other larger mean sharks and they laugh and drink booze up. The waiter, a pelican,  asks what they want and the two sharks say big slabs of fat. Ed looks over at the dead face of the seal and looks back at the pelican, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"...Do you have a salad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2M0ifWuDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/v_jULJ5h3kg/s1600/EE_stuffish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2M0ifWuDI/AAAAAAAAAq8/v_jULJ5h3kg/s320/EE_stuffish2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489198355073906738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pelican: "What type of dressing you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed:" Oh?...Do you have a vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;naigrette?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pelican rolls his eyes and head to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed:"Ranch will work!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed's Boss looks at Ed and says how pathetic he is. A carnivore with no desire for the flesh. Those teeth are made for gnawing boy!. Donny agrees and whispers to Ed how he loves how Ed's making Don look better. Ed doesn't say a thing during all of this and keeps a calm face during all of this, sipping his drink. The pelican slabs two big chunks of fat in front of the sharks, Ed's Boss picks it up with his mouth and chews on it in mid air in happy furiousness. The pelican puts the salad in front of Ed and Ed sees what's on it&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "You gave me BEETS?! Oh Sailor have you been around! *Munch*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pelican: "My wife planted those."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed:" Oh...*chew* Well they're good, you better love her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny and the Boss finish up real fast and chug a few more drinks. and pull Ed away from his food to go off and boat tipping. They harass a few couples in their boat and scare some late night surfers, all the while Ed says it's not wise to mess with them like that. This upsets Ed's boss saying that he might just replace Ed's show with Donny's new show, seeing how Don is more fun. Ed looks to Donny for back up, but Donny shrugs and continues to fallow the big white shark. Soon a large boat comes up from the ocean side and a few smaller rafts come from it and let off lines with large chunks of meat on them. Not seeing the hooks in the meat, the boss takes a hard bite on one of the meats and gets hooked.  He starts to panic and cry and begs for Ed to save him, all the while he's drawing closer and closer to the fishermen's boat. Ed just told the boss to relax and if he fights then get could make it worse for himself. They pull the boss on board and take his measurements and put a tracking meter on his fin and is put back into the water. Ed takes the boss back to his lair and screws the tracking meter off and promises to not tell anyone about the incident if Ed can keep his show and Donny can still get an acting job out of all of this. The boss agrees and they never speak of this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed asks Jen to take him to Hell one day. Jenny takes a double look at Ed not sure why he would ask such a weird thing. Ed says he knows Jenny is the only woman who could take him there and he really wants to go there but can't wait a day later. Jen shakes her head in disbelief at this idea but escorts Ed to a point at the bottom of the ocean where the lava flows out. Jen puts a water bubble around Ed's head and the tow of them walk through a hole in the ground and into hell. Ed looks around and complains that it's hot. The water bubble around his head is evaporating but there are leaks in the ceiling of hell where Ed can stand under and the bubble gets bigger again. Jen fallows Eddie as he looks around and points to places he's heading to, all the while stopping giant rocks and demons from hitting Ed. A bunch of little&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhcjRoU0C7g"&gt; fire Nymphs start to dance&lt;/a&gt; around and tease Jen for being being promiscuous. Ed is obviously wandering around as if he's looking for someone and Jen begs him to tell her just want he wants down here so badly. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2NbMxkEVI/AAAAAAAAArE/FWYmOjlQISg/s1600/EE_weirdedout2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2NbMxkEVI/AAAAAAAAArE/FWYmOjlQISg/s320/EE_weirdedout2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489199019259597138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Nymphs pull Jen away from Ed and tell her that she belongs there and she could just easily push him over and she'll get the royal treatment from the boss. She'll be a queen and her curse will be over. But Jenny knows better and keeps Ed safe from harm. They get to a pit of flaming coal and Trash where Ed finally sees someone in there and runs after him. He looks at the man and slaps him silly. Eddie points and says&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "You know what you did...you broke my heart..."&lt;/span&gt;He turns around and walks away &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;,"Ok Jenny lets go."&lt;/span&gt; Jenny falls into the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie is travelling across the surface of the ocean one day just looking at the clouds, when he sees a rainbow and becomes happier. He fallows the rainbow for a while to see where it ends, but as he looks closer at it he notices that there is something moving at the end of it. He squints and thinks he sees a horse, but it disappears into the clouds. The next day he goes up and looks for another rainbow but it's not there. Over the course of a few days he comes back in the right weather conditions with nets and gadgets that allow him to get a closer look at the rainbow horse. Everyone in the studio thinks Ed is being a moron and that there aren't horses at the end of rainbows. The next day how ever Ed sees a rainbow and sits himself in a giant Pea Shooter he built to launch him out of the water into the sky to reach the rainbow. He only gets high enough to land on a rock. He then lights a rocket but sees he can't light the match under water, and even when he climbs back on the rock the fuse is too wet. Ed gets a high zoom camera on the end of the rainbow but it disappears in the lens and Ed gets upset. Not long after that a weird Manatee comes to him and tells him about the unicorn, and how only the pure of heart can see them. Ed laughs at this old man and consideres it impossible. The old man says that he will show Ed the horse if he promises to use it to spread joy, and Ed says "Well Duh!". So come sunset the two of them wait at the top of the ocean watching the sun go down. Ed is about to go to sleep but is nudged by the manatee to ask if he sees it. Ed looks and thinks he sees an outline of a horse on the horizon where the sun as made a rainbow pattern on the water. The manatee tells Ed to take off hi glasses but Ed exclaims that won't make him see it better. BUT as Ed takes off his glasses a glow of light and rainbows projects from a magnificent horse. This fills Ed's heart with so much joy he runs across the waters to hug the horse, and the ride off into the light together.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the staff is instructed to set up for filming outside and all the kids are excited to see what Ed has to share. Not long Ed with his unicorn rides to the bottom of the ocean and all the kids cheer and grow excited. Most of the adults look at confusion and only a few note that they see Ed on &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2S61hDkaI/AAAAAAAAArM/8vTn7ecAduM/s1600/EE_chocolate2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2S61hDkaI/AAAAAAAAArM/8vTn7ecAduM/s320/EE_chocolate2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489205060330295714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something but it's more like a glow of light. Ed gives a smug look and rides off with a dorky laughter and Jen shoots herself (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;well he aint coming back&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-355954380351364803?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/355954380351364803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=355954380351364803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/355954380351364803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/355954380351364803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/07/stories-for-eddie-for-july.html' title='Stories for Eddie for July'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TC2HnTPa8CI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UxaC3vqp2iQ/s72-c/EE_helpful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-9197723526840081578</id><published>2010-06-14T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T14:05:53.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Eel and Shark Plushy Comedy Show 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/iWxMK2SB1dM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWxMK2SB1dM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iWxMK2SB1dM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another silly fun episode of Eddie Eel and his pal Shark talking about silly things they can think about at the moment. I would like some of you who like my artwork and my style to think about commissioning me to draw stuff for you. You can go to &lt;a href="http://anniemae04.deviantart.com/journal/20808393/"&gt;THIS LINK HERE&lt;/a&gt; and look at the prices for a commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for just viewing my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-9197723526840081578?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/9197723526840081578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=9197723526840081578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/9197723526840081578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/9197723526840081578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/06/eddie-eel-and-shark-plushy-comedy-show.html' title='Eddie Eel and Shark Plushy Comedy Show 2'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-5771558131430487641</id><published>2010-06-07T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:11:05.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Origin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nessie'/><title type='text'>Eddie and Nessie: A History</title><content type='html'>Nessie is Eddie's girlfriend. Yes it's true, the flamboyant, rainbow loving, high pitch voiced man lover has a girlfriend. It was as much of a surprise to him as it might be to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie was raised by humans in a science lab. The scientists of a special research lab performed tests on Eddie that allowed him to gain mass knowledge of science. Because of this Ed doesn't remember much of his life in that time except that the females there were mean and would bite him, and  the food the scientists fed him was made of fish so he stopped eating fish cause they were his friends.  When an animal rights group came to shut down the lab, they were going to just kill all the fish (no fur? Tough luck). One of the assistants who had trained Ed do eat carrots instead of fish parts, picked up Ed and tossed him into the oc&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TA2IxdqSFrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Xz_dJUb5JRk/s1600/EdNes_smooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TA2IxdqSFrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Xz_dJUb5JRk/s400/EdNes_smooch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480186704936703666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ean, in hopes he'd make it on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed did make it very well. It took a while for other fish to trust him, and started getting work at a gay bar and hang out with other boys. But his need to be a humanitarian lead him to meet Nessie at a non-profit organization made to help better life of the reef folks. Eddie worked in the gay bar until the day his boyfriend beat him up, and Nessie saved him. All of Ed's other guy friends blamed Ed for his boyfriend going to jail, so Ed ditched that job and lived with Nessie for a bit. The two of them worked for the non-profit organization to stop people like Gulper building and tearing out reefs and nature preserves. During this time&lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/05/cat-and-mouse-stories-of-eddie-and.html"&gt; Ed gets his cave home&lt;/a&gt; and moves in there, but Nessie stays at her house cause it's closer to where she works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after all that the two of them decide to start a little kids show on the public access channel. The more they worked together the more Ed liked Nessie every day. He wasn't sure what feelings he was having for her, but he knew there there wasn't any other woman he ever wanted to be with. Nessie liked him back, but if they were going to pitch their show to a large network, they couldn't start a family together. Only a few weeks after this announcement, a fisherman bombs the reef and takes out the whole west side of the town, as well as the public access station, the gay bar Ed used to work at, the Non-Profit, and Nessie's house. Nessie went missing after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years after that Ed pitches the show to a local network in honor of Nessie. The show we see starts 2 years after that (5 years after the explosion).  I do have a future for Nessie MUCH later in the shows development, but that could be a story for another day...*spoiler*she does come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-5771558131430487641?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5771558131430487641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=5771558131430487641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5771558131430487641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5771558131430487641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/06/eddie-and-nessie-history.html' title='Eddie and Nessie: A History'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/TA2IxdqSFrI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Xz_dJUb5JRk/s72-c/EdNes_smooch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1032053537571285740</id><published>2010-06-01T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:32:13.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Shut Up Hill _EE Plot Idea</title><content type='html'>Starts out with close up of Eddie being upset that they're late for a show they're called to do in a town far away. They drive by a sigh that reads "Welcome to Silent Hill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Is this right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: Yeah I bet they won't shut up about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: Huh, this seems familiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Oh wait there's the amusement park. We're in the right place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not told WHAT he's late for but through their actions we learn it's a kids show at an amusement park.  They walk around looking for people, yelling out to get someone's attention. They 1st think the park is closed cause no one is around, but before they leave, the rides start to turn on, so they enter. Shark walks by a crowbar and picks it up (while a screen flashes that he got a crowbar for a  brief moment).  They find a stage and Ed sees that they're in the right place cause his name is on a list of performers. Jen goes to look for a park manager to talk about lighting and sound, and find a booth with an old woman in it. She talks to the woman, who just says that they should leave this place and starts to melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: The lady just melted on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Oh she must be made of wax. It is getting hotter here.  Oh look there is someone *wavs* HI there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  large scary man wearing a Helmet in the fog shoots out of chain that grabs around Ed's neck and pulls him away (Ed doesn't seem too upset over the experience, just perplexed) . Jen and Shark freak out for a moment and Jen gets angry. She turns to the booth with the melted lady and starts banging on it. They go to the door and they see a lock on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: Give me the crowbar Shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: You can't use this item here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen...What do you mean I can't use this here. You use a crowbar for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fight over the crowbar for a moment and Jen uses it to smash open the lock. The door opens to revile a flight of stars leading down into the ground. Jen shakes her head with frustration and storms down stars. The camera switches to a door shot and it remains quite until you hear Jen's voice getting angrier from behind the door as she gets closer. She kicks open the door to see that they're in a hallway full of doors (she groans louder). She goes from door to door opening each of them to call out for Eddie.  She opens one door where the ceiling is full of spikes starts to fall on her but only falls half way, Shark freaks out but Jen laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Jen continues to walk through the hall opening each door calling out for Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen:Ed?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind door: Empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: ED!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind Door: Nurse about to stab Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: ED?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind Door: Stock footage of a train growing near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: ED??!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind Door: Eddie eating a salad, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen shuts the door without thinking and stops in mid walk realizing what she saw. She struggles to open the door but Shark tells her that that lock is broken. She screams in frustration but a roar of other monsters behind her scream louder. The monsters chase after Jen and Shark and they scream and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed looks up from his meal and TV (playing static) and walks to the door to try to open it again. He tries the lock but it's broken, he knocks and calls out, and then looks through the peephole to look outside.  He sees Jen and Shark running back and forth screaming. He draws back and blinks, then looks back through the peephole again. He sees the walls raining blood. He draws back and thinks about it again, and looks one more time. Then he sees a disco party outside, playing "It's raining Men!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Oh now that's just silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears a loud crack coming from the bathroom, and he goes to investigate. A large hole has appeared in the wall of the bathroom so Ed goes through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Jen and Shark, the two of them have run through the halls to the point of exhaustion. No sooner had they stopped then a  beast comes up from behind Jen and chaises after Shark.  Jen yells out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Excuse me I'm right here!" &lt;/span&gt;as if the monster hadn't even noticed her. Jen is left in the hallway alone and hears a few monsters from behind. She walks over and listens to their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monster1: So Jeff says they're not going to sacrifice anyone this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Monster2: What?! Why? We've been doing it for years, like why just stop now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monster1: I know right? It's like after all these years why just stop. They think they're going to make it better for us now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Monster2: I mean maybe they're thinking, if we stop now there is a chance things get better. As if that'll solve the crisis. It's more like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: Um, Excuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monster1: Uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: Yeah I'm looking for a friend of mine. He was picked up by one of your guys, long neck, glasses, kinda fruity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monster1: *looks to his friend* You know anything about this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Monster2: No sorry lady, we're only stationed here to catch the mortals that run by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monster1: Yeah I think you need to get a hold of Pryce if you want to find...wait...what's that? *points down the hall at Shark*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Monster2: Oh hay, there's that guy! Get him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Monsters together: Rrrawrr, GRaraw, ooohhhrgbrainsmmarrrrawg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen sees Shark down the hall get scared and run away again, but now Jen knows that the monsters don't go after her. She takes off to find Pryce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark runs down a different hall again and gets to a door with a padlock on it. So he goes through the rest of the hall to find the key to open it. Shark goes from door to door trying to open them but they all have broken locks &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;(Shark: I MUST be in Silent Hill, all the locks are broken)&lt;/span&gt;. He gets to the last one and is let in. He sees a treasure chest covered in locks and chains of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: Ooohhh, I should've been a locksmith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed falls out of the ceiling of the hole he climbed through. He looks around to see a monster come up from behind. He looks at it not sure what it's going to do, and when it spits on him Ed gets mad and slaps it. It cries and runs away. Ed "hmphs" and starts to walk away but is stalled by a larger monster that chaises him. Ed runs into a room with a large mirror on the opposite side of the wall. Ed looks as the mirror shows little slimy worms crawl across the floor and up to Ed's image in the mirror. They cover his whole body in the mirror and when they disappear they show Ed in very hideous men's cloths. Ed freaks and runs out of the room. He bumps into Shark and the two are happy to find each other. Ed shows that he has a key and Shark gets excited and runs into the room with the treasure chest. Shark unlocks the last lock and opens the chest to reveal a hair. Shark stares at the hair and screams with fury. He picks up the crowbar and runs to the padlock back on the door at the end of the hall and slams on it, but it won't open. Ed walks up to it and uses a bobby pin to pick it open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new hall open, they sneak down it. Shark hears squeaky noises and they stop to listen. They walk father down again and they still hear the squeaky noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: It's your boots Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: My boots don't squeak. I wouldn't buy them if they squeaked...unless that's WHY I bought them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: Just take them off !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Blug, make me touch the dirty floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk down the hall and the squeaking is still occurring. We see that above them is the scary helmet man from the theme park, walking upside down on the ceiling. His stained rubber boots are making the squeaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: Oh Jeeze Ed, your Thong is making the noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Tch, Shark I don't wear underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both stop and look up to see the Helmet Man over them with his chain about to grab them. They run away down the hall, and into an elevator. The elevator moves without them pushing buttons and stops at the basement. They walk down a new hall to see a wall with a pattern with movable tiles.  They look over the pattern and start to play around with them as a large monster crawls up from behind. Ed and Shark argue over which piece goes where, and the monster draws up close and gives them advice. The puzzle gets solved and the wall opens to show a path. Ed and Shark thank the monster and then ask if he still wanted to chaise them. He agrees and they frolic down the hallway with the monster in gay pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Trla-lala-lala. You can't catch us. Op, we're going through this door Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: We're getting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Monster: Tee-hee, tee-hee. I'll get you, Om nom nom. Tee-hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmet Man stops the monster through the hallway and gives him a silent stare and the monster gets sad and sulks through a crack in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Oh we're so vulnerable. All our health drinks are gone. Oh what ever shall we do?? Oh-ho! &lt;/span&gt;*Helmet Man wips Ed with the chain* &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;OW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and Shark look back at Helmet Man and he blows them a  kiss. They get sad and continue to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Helmet Man wipping the chain running down the halls after them. Ed bites onto a pipe he sees on the ceiling and grabs shark and lifts them up to avoid being seen by Helmet. They jump from the pipe but a large hole appears below them and they fall to a dark room. A large glow appears by a wheelchair with someone in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: This has to be the final boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: What? Oh good, *walks up to the chair* excuse me, I'm Eddie Eel I was supposed to do an entertainment show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body in the chair turns around and it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jenny: Oh There you are. Took for ever for you to get here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: You're controlling these monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jenny: No,...Oh well yes. They listen to me but I don't know why they do the things they do. I sent Pryce out looking for you, didn't you run into him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: Pryce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: I'm not surprised he didn't catch you, couldn't see with that dumb helmet on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Oh, yeah him...yea-yeah we saw him. But I mean don't they want me to perform and do my thing. I mean we're here and all we might as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: No no, don't worry about it Ed. They gave me some long convoluted story about cults, ghosts and UFOs, and...n'I just don't understand it. Lets just go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: No wait we can't leave, I haven't used all my items yet. I still have 4 out of 6 talismans, a candle, a photo of someone's mom, this *hold it up and stares with anger at it*...FFFFFHAIR!! These things gotta be good for something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: Just take them home. You can figure out what to do with them there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: NO I don't want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; all the way there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; and find out the last two items I needed where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; back here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: Shark, *stamps her foot* we're leaving now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: *starts to cry and roll back on the ground* NOOOoo, I don't wanna go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Jen: Don't do this here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: Ooooh someone's tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and hungry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*goes over to grab Shark*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Shark: Waahahaaaa! No NO NO NO! *pulls away as Jen grabs his other arm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ed: We'll go to McDonalds on the way back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and Jen pull Shark from the room kicking and screaming. Scene ends with a close shot on the wheel chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1032053537571285740?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1032053537571285740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1032053537571285740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1032053537571285740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1032053537571285740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/06/shut-up-hill-ee-plot-idea.html' title='Shut Up Hill _EE Plot Idea'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-111396355511260559</id><published>2010-05-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:10:23.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gupler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>The Cat and Mouse Stories of Eddie and Gulper</title><content type='html'>Gulper hates Ed, but Ed's feelings for Gulper don't share the equal  hate. Ed fully understands that business men like Gulper need to run their  business the best way he can, but Gulper doesn't need to be a jerk.  Ed and Nessie once worked for a non-profit organization that was made  to improve the living quality of fish and all ocean creatures. They would often cross paths with Gulper and his crazy free market  schemes. Ed got his Cave house while trying to defend the thousands of  barnacles, mussels, clams and other things that live in the cave. Gulper wanted to turn  it into an apartment complex (like the ones that are a bed/bath th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S_Xy8VXToQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CVsULQeaj7I/s1600/EE_GulperPosesmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S_Xy8VXToQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CVsULQeaj7I/s400/EE_GulperPosesmore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473548040479678722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at  cost $1200 a month to live there and are marketed to families with 5+  kids, and they just dump apartments).  Ed wanders deep through the cave  and sees just how amazing everything is and won't allow the barnacles to  be homeless. Ed gets lost in the cave but finds a cavern full of  jewels. He feels wrong about stealing anything from it but grabs a  necklace and vows never to take anything from the cavern again.  He  pawns the necklace which was valuable enough to buy the property from  the previous owner to prevent Gulper from buying it. Gulper was fully  aware of the jewels in the cave but was never thin enough to get them  himself.  So often times Gulper comes to Ed with a friendly proposition  to buy out his cave, and Ed refuses every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed was walking along one day and sees a nest of fish eggs left all alone on the top of a large reef cliff. Not seeing any other fish around, Ed feels the need to watch over them to make sure they don't get hurt. He cuddles them, spins them around with currents, and reads them stories. As the night grows closer Ed gets worried about it getting too cold, so he decides to stay the night there. Not long after the sea grows dark, a crowd of construction workers come up from the deep and start to set up equipment around the far end of the reef bank away from Ed. They slowly move closer as they blow up and take apart pieces of the reef and set up new ugly houses. Ed gets more worried as they get closer, and soon enough one of the head construction guys pokes Ed around yelling at him to leave. Ed won't cause the Eggs still need to hatch. The construction guy calls the main boss of the project, and it turns out to be Gulper. Gulper remembers Ed putting up large protests of reef construction in the past, so he goes through a speech about he has the right to build here and how the houses he's building will give more homes to fish then the reef does now. Ed just weakly shows Gulper the Eggs and Gulper just gets grossed out (thinking they're his). Gulper says that if he's not gone by the morning, they're blowing up the whole reef with him on it.  So Ed shields the eggs from flying debris and tells them stories the rest of the night. When the morning drew close, Ed closed his eyes and slept gently, but the eggs around him started to hatch and swim away. Ed woke up to see the last few swim off, waving to Ed with thanks. Ed gets up, dusts himself off and is about to head home when a big angry fish comes in yelling at Ed about eating her eggs. Gulper hears the commotion and, with the police man he had called to escort Ed away from the site, they check out the scene. The Lady fish is in tears thinking that this eel has eaten all of her babies and starts to beat on him. The police man ask Ed if this is true and Ed looks to Gulper to confirm that it isn't. Gulper looks to the police man and says he can neither confirm or deny if this "carnivore" had eaten her babies, he seemed pretty insistent on not wanting to leave, which is why he called the cops, to arrest this suspious interloper.  The police man is about the arrest Ed when a few babies come back and tell them how he took care of them while the reef was being blown up. They let Ed go and the policeman scolds the mother about not being there to watch her own children. Don't expect another celebrity to come around and babysit your kids. Gulper just sneers under his umbrella (now that the sun is up) and leaves back into the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an Asian toy factory, Gulper and Koshi arrive to see a scene of chaos and dismay. Gulper is furious over the incompetents of his works, as they haven't finished a single toys in two weeks.  The toy factory leader apologies to Gulper saying that the newest toy they had been working on is so crazy and unstable that it caused a halt of production.  Gulper wants to see this toy, and they bring it out in a chained up box. Gulper opens it without fear and the employees duck and cover. Gulper turns the device on and it starts to tick-tock like a metronome. Soon all the fish start to bounce their heads to the beat the toys gives off and toy yells out "Are you ready?" &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S_XzuKqnE9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/6x6Z0gRYCOI/s1600/EE_stuffish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S_XzuKqnE9I/AAAAAAAAAqE/6x6Z0gRYCOI/s400/EE_stuffish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473548896601314258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koshi smacks it out of Gulper's hands and turns it off. Koshi points out that the beat seemed to be sending out ultrasonic waves in the water that effected the lateral line of the fish. Seeing how it caused so much chaos to his factory workers, Gulper decides to send the toy as a gift to a friend. Back in CA, Eddie gets a gift from Gulper saying that his company wants to build toys for Eddie's show and they sent this one as a sample. Ed starts up the toy with the whole fish staff around, and the Toy calls out "Are you Ready?", and they all start to dance to some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxGYPv2Fipw"&gt;poppin music&lt;/a&gt;. Not long, Jenny comes in to see all the fish jumping around like crazy, and breaking things. The toys starts to poke and prod at Jen as she chases it around to turn it off. She finally smashes the thing into little pieces and all the fish feel sad about it. All Jen has to do is make a point that it's from Gulper and Ed gets an idea to send over his improvements to the toy. Gulper and Koshi get the toy back and it plays a Russian song that makes you kick other people in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Ed was doing a segment where he almost lets a swear slip, the kids get scared but Jen defends Ed by saying that she sure the kids heard their parents swear more then Ed. He laughs at Jen and says he sure she's swears more then Sailor in a FRoWN meeting. So Ed takes a moment to talk about swears and how at a certain point in your life where you'll get so upset you just need to swear, and then it's ok, cause swearing does make you feel better. Sharks says to swear at objects, like when your computer breaks on you...you're not going to hurt the computer's feelings.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S_X87gWgiTI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gQJm-VXrBbU/s1600/EE_sickly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S_X87gWgiTI/AAAAAAAAAqM/gQJm-VXrBbU/s400/EE_sickly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473559021365528882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But they all agree it's not classy to throw bad words around cause they're bad. Gulper was watching this program and thought it would make a perfect opportunity to call the studio heads, to complain about Ed telling children it was ok to swear. The studio comes to Jen and Ed a week later with a list of words they're no longer allowed to say cause they're naughty or bad. Ed and friends feel frustrated about this and decide to make up their own words to replace the naughty sounding ones. By the end of the production the things they were saying sounded more nasty then actually saying them with the real words. The studio calls them on this again and adds more words to the list. The next episode, noone says a word.  Everything is mimed out or written. The studio doesn't like this either and when they talk to Ed about this he gets upset about every word they say acting as if they were bad words. The boss takes a hint and rips apart the list of words and Ed gets to say what he wants again. Gulper smashes his TV in anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-111396355511260559?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/111396355511260559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=111396355511260559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/111396355511260559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/111396355511260559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/05/cat-and-mouse-stories-of-eddie-and.html' title='The Cat and Mouse Stories of Eddie and Gulper'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S_Xy8VXToQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CVsULQeaj7I/s72-c/EE_GulperPosesmore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-4749269652298002420</id><published>2010-04-23T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:25:21.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='They Might Be Giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jens Lekman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Go Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Squirrel Nut Zippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Decemberists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Lindley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perrey and Kingsley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Man Man'/><title type='text'>Annie's Top 10 Albums to Inspire Art.</title><content type='html'>So I need to get something else posted in April. It's been a busy month for us all. Hopefully it'll chill out later, BUT I wanted to give you something that's a little different on the other blog posts, but nothing you're not familiar with. I'm going to list out Albums that have inspired me to draw from track 1 all the way to the end.   Most of the time there are albums that give us one good song and the rest are a waist, but here is a list of albums worth more then a full 20$ ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets start from Number 1 and go to 10, cause you'll look at them all, there is no point for you to wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/t/they-might-be-giants/album-mink-car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/t/they-might-be-giants/album-mink-car.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1: Mink Car by They Might Be Giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album was the 1st time I found myself blown away by current music. For years I was listening to things my parents liked and suffering through the Limp Biscuit and N'Sync crap that was all over the radio. This album opened my mind and within moments I was drawing (think I feel asleep listening to it). The humorous lyrics and fast paced techno sound of "Man It's So Loud in Here" just filled me with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEXqs_RGgqs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEXqs_RGgqs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album hit the market on September 11th and watching the way Conan O'Brain announces the band, you can tell the album wasn't going to make top charts. I make this my number 1 for that reason. I only had heard of TMBG prior to this through Tiny Toons MTV parody episodes where they make music vids to "Istanbul" and "Particle Man". I had no idea they were a real band, so hearing new music from them was really awesome. I could say that this isn't the band's best album but every song on it paints a picture and it has to be one of their best, if it isn't their most ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2: Very Greasy, David Lindley &amp;amp; El Rayo-X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-XffQd0Tgc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-XffQd0Tgc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might not inspire the rest of you to think of the crazy things I did as a child but I keep coming back to it cause each track is so catchy it's hard not to think of Werewolves playing guitars with their tongues...yah that's what was going on in my head. I had a hard time picking my number 2, but I figured I'd do with the album that inspired the creation of my character Toby. I remember that each song had a little story in my head to go with it. The "Texas Tango" still reminds me of the mexican song from the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie (the good one from the 80s). If it doesn't get you to draw, it'll certainly get you to dance in a silly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3: Magical Mystery Tour, The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yByeWwurEnY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yByeWwurEnY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to pick my favorite Beatles album, this would be it, BUT cause I have not really studied each other as much as I have this one, my opinion could change. I always have liked the Beatles, when I picked up the album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. This choice how ever, is a more modern choice because only recently have I become a full fledged Beatles fan (meaning I've moved away from just liking Yellow Submarine, to knowing all the names of the albums, what they were about and who sang and wrote what song, ect...I'm still learning though...I know more about TMBG then the Beatles). Now I believe that this album could be turned into a full on movie, which it already is a movie, but let me explain. From start to finish each song can relate to one another, and tell a story in a very surreal way (the Beatles way). If not a movie, then I do plan to create a masterpiece of artwork about each song separately, and when they all come together creates one big image.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I feel out of all of the albums I've listened to, it has the most unity, all the while with each song being so unique to it's self. The earlier albums were the 60 crew cut sound and they all sang about "lovin' you".  The later experimental albums like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Album&lt;/span&gt; are good, but it sounds like the music was made by 4 different guys. This album was one of those experimental albums but it has a golden sound different from the others, and I feel like most people can get a lot out of the listening experience of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4: Perennial Favorites, Squirrel Nut Zippers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJzWGkgFcTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJzWGkgFcTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I would have this so high on the list, but it is the album to get me into retro cartoons. Discovered during my years at Brooks, this album really gets me to think about pacing and timing of animation with music. Just about all if not some of my Rokko ideas come from this album and many of the other SNZ albums they have. I feel that out of all of the Swing Revival Bands of the 90s, this band has the most soul...or lack of soul because to get so much deep swing you have to sell your soul to the devil, and with their top single called "Hell" I believe these guys are the swinging-est of sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5: The Essential Perrey &amp;amp; Kingsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IM0NjU-8rmw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IM0NjU-8rmw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually talked about these guys before on a previous blog about music for &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/08/music-of-eddie-eel.html"&gt;Eddie Eel's show&lt;/a&gt;. So it's no surprise that I would bring this up here too. And while you can say any old Moog music would be good for Eddie, these guys where the first. I spent money to get a CD copy of it, it's that good. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6: The Hazards of Love, The Decemberists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfKhydixkeA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfKhydixkeA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that "Picaresque" was their best, but "Hazards of Love" has to be their most artistic. The whole album tells the story of a girl falling in love with a fawn boy who is the son of the Forest Queen . She hates the girl and allows an evil "rake" to steal her away from her son, but he goes to rescue her, and they drown in a river together to spite the Forest Queen, and be married together in death. You HAVE to listen to this album from start to finish to get the whole story, and the lyrics are so poetic, the music and themes are so haunting. It should be higher on the list, but it really only paints the ONE story. You can take each song as their own story, but some of them are less then a minute long and cause so many themes repeat to doesn't give much to imagination. STILL, the signers voices and the story they tell just inspires you to make your own mental movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7: Six Demon Bag, Man Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARoxzsG9qHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARoxzsG9qHM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used one of &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-sea-spooks-halloween-ep-plot.html"&gt;their songs before on a blog post&lt;/a&gt; and I didn't think the rest of the album would catch onto me like it has. It's hard to explain why I feel like this album is so good, but it might be because it sounds so different. There is intentional melody in their madness, and because they're rhythm based band you can set some great walk cycles to them. I would really love to give these guys a break into a theme song for a show or get more recognition. Pick up this and their secod one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rabbit Habbits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8: Thunder, Lightning, Strike, The Go! Team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Jrp3K3IoDo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Jrp3K3IoDo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This band is so edgy and it really pumps you up...why didn't we have these guys at our high school rallies? Anyway, if you need some sort of power music to wear your rainbow unicorn t-shirt to while you're pokemon training, these are your guys. They're very 70's sounding, mostly because they take samples from 70's music. Their song "Milk Crisis" was featured on Cartoon Network for a while, and while their second album does have more original scores, it doesn't have the same energy as this one does. This album pumps you up to draw...if not for an action jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9 Night Falls Over Kortedala, Jens Lekman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OODVK5ThWIE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OODVK5ThWIE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I typed in the phrase "best albums of 2007" in google, somewhere on the internets I came across this guy. Never heard of him before, but I love this album. Now he's low on the list cause I skip over a few songs here and there, but the 1st two tracks on the album are so 70s sounding and epic, you can just imagine the swells of sound and light coming from behind you, much like when Tony signs about Maria in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West Side Story&lt;/span&gt;. His since of humor is very good to, as he sings about how he's asked to pose as a boyfriend to his lesbian friend's father during dinner. The rest of the tracks have that same level of causal humor, and he sings about them like they're a big deal. Just makes it funnier, and would be corny if it wasn't so romantic sounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10 Contra, Vampire Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7k7ueRrKRmo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7k7ueRrKRmo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I have to put these guys low on the list cause they really haven't inspired me to draw art but both of their albums are worth listening to from start to finish and this band is definitely going somewhere. I should have more to say cause I really can't get enough of them and even when I'm sick and tired of listening to their music, I put at least one song from each album on and it makes me feel good.  But up both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well All I can do now is just list 10 more albums that are worth getting (if not torrenting if you can't afford it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David Byrne - Uh-oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mr. Bungle - California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Martin Solveig - So Far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scissor Sisters - Ta-Dah &lt;/span&gt;(or wait until &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Night Work &lt;/span&gt;comes out in June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gorillaz - Plastic Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mika - Life in Cartoon Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Reel Big Fish - Why Do They Rock So Hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aquabats- The Fury of ... The Aquabats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apollo 100 - Reach For The Sky (Joy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Franz Ferdinand -(self titled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-4749269652298002420?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4749269652298002420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=4749269652298002420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4749269652298002420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4749269652298002420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/04/annies-top-10-albums-to-inspire-art.html' title='Annie&apos;s Top 10 Albums to Inspire Art.'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-5469021286241700656</id><published>2010-04-06T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:59:37.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art by Fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Love for the Eel</title><content type='html'>Ah I was at DisneyLand this weekend and saw the Electrical Parade at California Adventure and Eddie had to make his comments about it (to see the whole parade and more Mock Eddie Plushie clips look on my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AnnieMae04?feature=mhw5"&gt;YouTube account&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/33DAV6M4h_A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/33DAV6M4h_A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll have more of my art on a blog soon enough but for now check out MORE FANART from other wonderful people. I LOVE LOVE LOVE them all, really I do. I love seeing Ed in different styles. To see some more earlier drawings check out this &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-draw-eddie.html"&gt;Blog Post &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;This top one was done by a gal named &lt;a href="http://kelmar2593.deviantart.com/"&gt;Kelmar2593&lt;/a&gt; (click image to see it on DA). Love the colors in it and looks like a lot of work went into it. This was a gift given out of the blue, the best kind of gifts.&lt;br /&gt;The Human Eddie was done by an artist named Gara  and it's a great little interpretation of him as a human (FYI: not the human version I see but I don't care it's still adorable). This was a gift requested by DMajorBoss&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; thanks a lot to the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kelmar2593.deviantart.com/art/Anniemaes-Gift-156386531"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7vy_CMfQqI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4dlrXYiYmjQ/s320/Anniemaes_Gift_by_kelmar2593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457222538224419490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7vyyljqpkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/xX2j7fV9g_Q/s1600/AnnieMae-Angila_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7vyyljqpkI/AAAAAAAAAoU/xX2j7fV9g_Q/s320/AnnieMae-Angila_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457222324378576450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two were done by a gal named &lt;a href="http://roguestar.deviantart.com/"&gt;RougeStar&lt;/a&gt; and I paid her to draw him. She liked him so much she drew more then I asked for. She sent me some drawings that aren't featured here that are equally wonderful, and I'll get around to scanning one day cause I love digital copies as well as traditional. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roguestar.deviantart.com/art/Commission-Art-Eddie-Eel-151848023"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v0cJKTXsI/AAAAAAAAAok/iIjQtZjeRwo/s320/Commission_Art_Eddie_Eel_by_roguestar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457224137822133954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roguestar.deviantart.com/art/Commission-Practice-Eddie-Eel-151846681"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v1LXjUkVI/AAAAAAAAAos/h4bcX_sXfwo/s320/Commission_Practice_Eddie_Eel_by_roguestar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457224949139018066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left one was done by my pal &lt;a href="http://spookyburrito.deviantart.com/"&gt;SpookyBurrito&lt;/a&gt;. Often he's a reasonable voice to my insane ideas and I trust I get an honest opinion about my ideas without running into fanboy yes men, or negative ninnies.&lt;br /&gt;Right image done by a cool guy &lt;a href="http://lapinbeau.deviantart.com/"&gt;Lapin Beau&lt;/a&gt;, who drew this nice Eddie pic for me. He's got a nice clean style, and while he wants to be more cartoony, I wouldn't suggest him to get rid of his great anatomy. Thanks a lot for this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v2EbYTbbI/AAAAAAAAAo0/3f4ruidEK4E/s1600/eddiefeb2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v2EbYTbbI/AAAAAAAAAo0/3f4ruidEK4E/s320/eddiefeb2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457225929419091378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lapinbeau.deviantart.com/art/quot-NO-U-quot-148040244"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v3CRH4ckI/AAAAAAAAAo8/e4VqCxfPIes/s320/__NO_U___by_lapinbeau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457226991817749058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doctorbollocks.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor Bollocks&lt;/a&gt; is a fan of Ed who totally gets where I'm going with this guy. Just about every idea I've run by him he loves and understands where I got it. He drew this Eddie for me with the tag of the great Charles Nelson Reilly ~ "Now that I'm on TV who do I have to fuck to get off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lhhog.deviantart.com/"&gt;Ihhog&lt;/a&gt; is just a good guy who likes to draw little badges for people all over DA and I thank him for this cute little doodle of Ed in his style. Thanks a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://doctorbollocks.deviantart.com/art/Now-that-I-m-on-Tv-143580592"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v4GRKBWjI/AAAAAAAAApE/siqsLP7lnGc/s320/Now_that_I__m_on_Tv_by_DoctorBollocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457228160057825842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lhhog.deviantart.com/art/OC-Badges-Eddie-149894456"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v4QCqKVxI/AAAAAAAAApM/AcDBNWlAzjo/s320/OC_Badges___Eddie_by_lhhog.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457228327964792594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left image came from a secret santa art trade thing I did on DA and &lt;a href="http://runde.deviantart.com/"&gt;Runde&lt;/a&gt; did a great job with tradtional medium and even added Shark in the mix. Very cute holiday pic and I'm glad it was done. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;The Right is a another gift request from DMajorBoss, drawn by &lt;a href="http://the-galen.deviantart.com/"&gt;The Galen&lt;/a&gt;. It looks so stylized I love it. Ed doesn't have his long neck or tooth but who cares right? It's just enough to get such lovely art from so many people. Thank you all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://runde.deviantart.com/art/Starry-Claus-148101436"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v4heGXbeI/AAAAAAAAApU/yQQsT5uVTVs/s320/Starry_Claus_by_runde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457228627388624354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v40MWaTyI/AAAAAAAAApc/4gyHdl0sTvE/s1600/eddoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7v40MWaTyI/AAAAAAAAApc/4gyHdl0sTvE/s320/eddoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457228949041598242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-5469021286241700656?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5469021286241700656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=5469021286241700656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5469021286241700656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5469021286241700656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-for-eel.html' title='Love for the Eel'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S7vy_CMfQqI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4dlrXYiYmjQ/s72-c/Anniemaes_Gift_by_kelmar2593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-8933633247436874829</id><published>2010-03-25T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:23:34.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crikkit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Working on Buisness Cards</title><content type='html'>So I found a website called Moo.com, and they have some neat deals on some really nice business cards and mini cards. I'll explain more later but here are some drawings that I want to include on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xS1v3Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ydkH0RJ1mVI/s1600/Buisnesscard_shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xS1v3Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ydkH0RJ1mVI/s320/Buisnesscard_shark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452824332173691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xR9zueuGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1d3e6nbBGjo/s1600/Buisnesscard_crikkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xR9zueuGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/1d3e6nbBGjo/s320/Buisnesscard_crikkit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452823371137857634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xR6am7osI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Y0YQ9yI6qDs/s1600/Buisnesscard_demion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xR6am7osI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Y0YQ9yI6qDs/s320/Buisnesscard_demion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452823312855704258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xSDG71lYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3ua06hoxtQY/s1600/Buisnesscard_ozzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xSDG71lYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3ua06hoxtQY/s320/Buisnesscard_ozzie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452823462193501570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-8933633247436874829?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8933633247436874829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=8933633247436874829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8933633247436874829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8933633247436874829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/working-on-buisness-cards.html' title='Working on Buisness Cards'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S6xS1v3Ry3I/AAAAAAAAAoM/ydkH0RJ1mVI/s72-c/Buisnesscard_shark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-7057160607598632083</id><published>2010-03-12T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:51:00.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><title type='text'>More Eddie Plot Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tBfMCVJrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6TSX6Rypy4M/s1600-h/EE_trioChibi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tBfMCVJrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6TSX6Rypy4M/s400/EE_trioChibi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448020178297497266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm gonna jot down some plot ideas I've been thinking about for Eddie, even though I sadly don't have any pictures that co-inside with them. You're just gonna have to imagine it in your head for now.  The pictures that are here are a tad random, so enjoy a mix medley of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny has worked on a few other shows over the years. Back during the 50's she worked on a show about a Family of Beavers. There was Harry Beaver, Midge Beaver, and their two sons, Dickie and Wad Beaver...but their names arn't important to the plot. Jenny is also notorious for having "flings" with at least one person on the show she's worked on. She's been under the poop deck with Skipper Seagull, cleaned the tusks of Lord Bushy-Beard the Walrus, and seen&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tA_W6K9TI/AAAAAAAAAnU/toWJBYuSMRk/s1600-h/EE_weirdcostume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tA_W6K9TI/AAAAAAAAAnU/toWJBYuSMRk/s320/EE_weirdcostume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448019631460250930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what Wally the Whale looks like under his costume (FYI he isn't a real whale, which makes it worse).  Back on the beaver show she was caught by a young Wad Beaver snogging with his fake father Harry. Now that he's all grown up he wants to be get with Jenny, and started stalking her. Are Ed and Shark going to help Jen get this Beaver off her back?...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and Goldie have found a wonderful yodeling group of Dolphins who want to perform on Eddie's show. Everyone puts up a protest, cause yodeling is so annoying, cept Ed who doesn't show interest one way or the other. He seems to be acting a bit weird, so Jenny talks to him a bit after the meeting. Ed expresses that if they wanted a Yodeling bit on the show, they should've asked him. He is a wonderful yodeler. Jen gets confused about Ed's odd emotional turn but figures that it's not about recognizing Ed's talent, but the fact that the yodel team are Dolphins. Ed disagrees, but Jen makes him notice how he gets upset over Dolphins, calling him prejudice. There was a review in a local news paper that called Ed a hyper idiot that teaches kids how to be consumer conscious but sells out to rainbow colored hairpins and Kid Bop. When news reporter Rick Finn (a dolphin) said that same thing on TV, Ed made such a fuss that the network made Rick recant what he said.&lt;br /&gt;Ed takes a moment to think about this new evidence, but denies that his problem with dolphins. If he had a reason to hate dolphins is that they don't treat fish with respect. When the Yodelers arrive to the show, Ed tries to act nicely to them but interrupts them when he can, and never looks them in the eye. After their performance Ed announces to the audience that he can yodel to but the dolphins just laugh. He takes full offense and, after harsh words are said, the leader dares Ed to take a yodel challenge. So they go outside and yodel for the rest of the day. This however sends sound waves over the ocean floor and deep into the Deep Sea Fish town, waking them from their sleep during the day. Gulper and a group of fish get angry and storm up from the Deep to see who's causing the ruckus. Out of breath both Ed and the Dolphins are now horse, but keep going for the sake of showing who's best. Eddie is about to win the yodel contest when he sees the Deep Sea Fish coming from behind and shuts up and calls the Dolphins the winners. They laugh and chatter for joy and then get a pounding from the deep sea fish for being too annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Jen and everyone shows up to work like normal and they find that Ed is no where in site. Jen learns from Ed's Bed that he's gone off on a pilgrimage to help a poor community and that he'll be back when he feels like it. In a furious &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tF99sbXlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HHbqog43kZ4/s1600-h/EE_MadScience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tF99sbXlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HHbqog43kZ4/s400/EE_MadScience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448025105069989458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rage Jenny drags Shark into her car with him and they take off to go find Ed. When they do they see he's about to get thrown over a volcano by a native tribe of crabs. They save Ed only to find that he wasn't going to get sacrificed but he had taught the people of the village about the science of Volcanoes, and was going to hold another science lesson. He had been going to this tribe for some time now and they loved his teachings of fact and science, he had become a god to them. Jen sees an advantage to this (as possibly getting free work out of ignorant villagers) and asks Ed if it's still possible to film the show. Ed is skeptical but agrees. So the next day they film the show in the villiage and Ed has one of the little girls do a native dance that is really cute. The ep was a success and the rating pulled through very well, but the next few days Ed starts to see more Hollywood people showing up saying that they want to adopt these "poor unfortunate souls" and give them things like cell phones and Starbucks. Ed gets upset cause the crabs were fine without these modern advances, and causes the Volcano to erupt to get rid of the terrible things Hollywood brought with it. Saddened by this Ed says that he can't return at either, seeing that he's no better then those other people, trying to turn the crabs into something they're not, but when a family of fish trouists come around to have their daughter dance with the crab girl, Ed sees that his exposer to the crab tribe wasn't all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed gets a letter from a young boy in a town, saying that where he lives they don't let the towns people do anything fun and he's only been able to watch Ed's show through illegal means and wants Ed to bring happyness to his miserable town. He, Jen and Shark go to the town where they're immediately forced to wear gray jumper suits in order to gain entrance to the town. When inside they notice that the town is very militaristic, the TVs only have one network that shows government mandated programs, the food choices are only 5 different things, and noone is allowed to speak out against the government...yet Jen and Shark notice that there is no reason for them to. The TV is really good, and the news talks about multiple issues, both world news and local. The food is 5 star quality, all organic and no chemicals. The government is run by a nice and friendly man who walks down the street and donates most of his time refurbishing buildings and giving peace talks. Ed how ever is having problems with all of this. While the rules seems fair and managable, there is no option, people are forced to listen and eat only certain types of things. Ed starts going mad over the lack of individuality and the fact he can't find this poor miserable child he came to find. He soap boxes about how the world outside the town has more freedoms, but people just tell him to shut up. He finds a way to tear apart a wall in the town begging people to cast away their fear and make a run to freedom. How ever the gap in the wall lets an evil dictator in to attack the town. The dictator thanks Ed on behalf of the poor boy the dictator was pretending to be...Ed feels so ashamed that he fell for such a terrible trick. Luckily the military of the town is strong enough to fight off the dictator's army and when the mess is cleared up they ban Ed and his friends from ever returning. On the ride home Ed makes a point to say that even though they might've been in a "perfect society" they didn't have the same freedoms and rights every person should have. Jen looks at Ed and tells him, "Ed...they allowed Gay marriage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"WAAAAT!!"&lt;/span&gt; cut to black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get more ratings the Network heads suggest that Shark's brother Donny make a special guest appearance on the show. Shark doesn't show protest at 1st, and Ed thinks it's a grand idea, but as the show production goes on, Donny starts acting like he's in charge and making everyone do what he wants. Donny wants to make his little bro look good, but it's just making Shark more upset over him being there (being that Shark isn't allowed to be on his movies acting like a jerk). Ed sees that the two of them are like Oil and Water so Ed needs to find a way to get them to work together before there is a feeding frenzy on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark and his friends are some serious Geeks. On Shark's off days from work he hangs out with his pals and they play card games together, like they've always done. They're never too geeky where they can't talk about real world events or tone down the geekiness for normal people but no matter what if Shark's brother is ever around with a new girlfriend, he makes it his personal mission to completely embarrass Shark's friends on front of the girl. One this night however Donny and brought over a famous celebrity super hot girl. Shark and his friends know that this girl is way out of Donny's league, and she doesn't need him to look any more sexier then she already is. So they go on a revenge trip of a life time, showing off baby pictures, underwear, and pulling many other pranks to get Donny embarrassed and made the fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tAMb9OBYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/JHTORywFWEE/s1600-h/EE_FlashyEd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tAMb9OBYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/JHTORywFWEE/s320/EE_FlashyEd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448018756641883522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed, Jen and Shark are invited to an awards dinner ceremony, even though they weren't nominated for anything it was worth showing up for, cause both Ed and Jen met the man of their dreams; a Golden Merman. Jen points out to Ed right away that he can't have him, and Ed plays stupid on the entire notion of showing interest in the man, saying he just wants to make friends. Jen desperately tries to talk to the Merman the whole night but gets pulled away by fat ugly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5s_2DezjCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hU1DMZ-GrKI/s1600-h/ee_merman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5s_2DezjCI/AAAAAAAAAm8/hU1DMZ-GrKI/s320/ee_merman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448018372114746402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; people who want to talk to her about finances and cats. Each time Jen finds a way to squeeze out of the conversation, she sees Ed talking to the Merman and is able to cut the two of them off. Shark has consumed the whole dinner table by the end of the night and begs Jen to take him home cause he's sick, leaving Ed and the Merman alone. Sad and desperate, Jen manages to write her phone number on the merman before she has to leave. The next day she waits for his call, and when she gets it, it's Ed on the other end saying ," Um Jen, I don't think he could see your number on the back of his head...but I can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later...What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-7057160607598632083?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7057160607598632083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=7057160607598632083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7057160607598632083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7057160607598632083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-eddie-plot-ideas.html' title='More Eddie Plot Ideas'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S5tBfMCVJrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/6TSX6Rypy4M/s72-c/EE_trioChibi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-2806854363742540748</id><published>2010-03-01T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:02:54.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Eddie Eel's Extra Characters</title><content type='html'>Ah I've been away for a while now, but I have new stuff to show you. Totally worth it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S4ybMdd8KnI/AAAAAAAAAms/spROSwj4S2s/s1600-h/EE_staff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S4ybMdd8KnI/AAAAAAAAAms/spROSwj4S2s/s400/EE_staff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443896687955028594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is mostly a collection of reoccurring characters and staff members on Eddie's show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two buff guys on the top left are the Camera Men of the show.  Been calling them the Twin Trouts, ones usually nice and approachable, the other is grumpy and rarely talks. The intent is that they don't need to be recognizably different, and they're fairly generic looking so they don't need to get difficult to animate.&lt;br /&gt;They're pretty supportive on the show but only there to work the cameras. There is a minor ep idea where the Grumpy Twin has difficulty expressing his mood and snaps at people for trying to be nice to him. So Ed gives him Mood buttons, when he's upset and grouchy he puts on the Emo button so that people leave him alone, or if he's in a good mood he puts on the happy button and people will know it's ok to talk to him and give him compliments.  This concept works best with some people as we all have a time when we just want to be left alone and other people don't need to be yelled at or think he hates them (certainly the young kids who just want to say hi). This idea doesn't work for everyone as Jen can be bi-polar at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noel is a French Boar Fish who is a fashion expert and costume designer on the show. There is a full length Ep in which we find out she's the daughter of a famous designer and Ed and the gang go off to France to give her support (more about that later).  Noel and Ed were introduced by Jen and Shark, in an attempt to have Noel rip Ed's crazy fashion sense a new one. In the end it turned out that Ed could speak French and had a very keen since about high fashion. They became good friends and Ed only has her around cause he likes her (even though he can make his own cloths).  She might be a lesbian, which is a point that won't ever be brought up in the show but would explain why there isn't a chance she and Ed will hook up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldie Garibaldi is the show's sales rep. She might be the only staff character outside the Camera Fish who shows up more then once. She's in charge of finding sponsors and making deals between performers and advertisers to help fund the show. While she comes off as annoying, she gets the job done and outside of Jenny is the main backbone to keeping the show afloat. Jen is charge of making sure the people show up and do their part, Goldie makes the calls and gets the money. Ed is the show's main creative director as well as being the star, and Shark adds his two cents when no one else can. Goldie does her best to find sponsors who Ed will like, such as charities and programs that help children, but Ed still has to get advertisers that are full of fatty meats or sugars. Ed will accept these ads with delightful protest; "Chocolate Marsh Puffs...MMMMM, sticks to your heart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepito is the show's lighting and tech guy. He is a real electric eel, and comes from Brazil, so he doesn't speak English very well. Eddie one day asked him how he can become an electric eel just like Pepito. So out of frustration Pepito tells Ed to take two wires, like so, and bite hard on them. So Ed does it one day and kills half the cast....it's ok it's just a cartoon. Jen does get pissed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VP is a Sea Otter who is the Vice President of the network. The president is a real mean and nasty shark, but I have a feeling the the Presidents get replaced a lot (cause they get eaten) so the otter here doesn't ever want to be the President, out of fear of getting eaten himself. He's not really a treat to the show but provides a bunch of bureaucratic BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is the show's obsessive fanboy. He sits behind Jenny during the shows production and breaths heavily. They talk about Kyle as a way of punishing someone, cause most of the staff feel that if there is anyone who'll go on a crazy rampange and gun everyone down, it'll be him. But it's most likely Kyle would save everyone when times turn their worst. Kyle is ment to be anyone in real life, and his design can change to match someone who works on the show, but for now he's just a greasy fat guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids here are pretty generic, I wasn't going for any that look final, but gives you an idea of how fish look in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S4ym9rFlClI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4EKM6zYXatE/s1600-h/EE-sharkDonny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S4ym9rFlClI/AAAAAAAAAm0/4EKM6zYXatE/s320/EE-sharkDonny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443909628052441682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shark at the top is Shark's brother Donny. He's ment to be a Vin Diesel/The Rock type of actor. Doing things that are manly and embarrassing at the same time. Both he and Shark still live with their mother but when Donny stops by with a sexy new girlfriend, he usually makes fun of Shark for still living with "Ma". Up until getting a show with Eddie, Shark usually fallowed in his borther's shadow, almost literally, cause their mother wanted Donny to give Shark work, so Donny had Shark be his towel boy. Jen met Shark because she was trying to hook up with Donny, but Shark saved her from being dumped hard (as Donny usually doesn't like to keep week old arm candy).  The two of them support each other when times are hard or Don gets a bad movie review, but otherwise they fight like cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some plot ideas with Donny involved, and I'll go into them later. Tell me what you think of these guys now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-2806854363742540748?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2806854363742540748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=2806854363742540748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2806854363742540748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2806854363742540748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/03/eddie-eels-extra-characters.html' title='Eddie Eel&apos;s Extra Characters'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S4ybMdd8KnI/AAAAAAAAAms/spROSwj4S2s/s72-c/EE_staff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-4827466238868224834</id><published>2010-02-10T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:24:23.021-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><title type='text'>Ed's Pouty Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S3OwoeJvzzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1uXgsU0IhIU/s1600-h/edface.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S3OwoeJvzzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1uXgsU0IhIU/s400/edface.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436883384501522226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me make this face at you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD hahah, ya I've been busy. I'll have some better posts one day. Got some things planned just with school and other work got hardly any time to write something interesting. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy the posts that have been made so far and there will be more to come in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-4827466238868224834?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/4827466238868224834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=4827466238868224834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4827466238868224834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/4827466238868224834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/02/eds-pouty-face.html' title='Ed&apos;s Pouty Face'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S3OwoeJvzzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/1uXgsU0IhIU/s72-c/edface.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-6201053333055194231</id><published>2010-02-01T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:31:58.064-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show Pitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Eddie Eel and Shark Plushy Comedy Show</title><content type='html'>I finally got Eddie Eel's Show produced. Check it out here in all it's randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgUE231Lb_4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgUE231Lb_4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe got ya didn't I? Well it's the best I can do with the materials I have in this economy on such a tight budget. If you like it I can do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-6201053333055194231?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6201053333055194231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=6201053333055194231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6201053333055194231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6201053333055194231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/02/eddie-eel-and-shark-plushy-comedy-show.html' title='Eddie Eel and Shark Plushy Comedy Show'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1641976192381765108</id><published>2010-01-11T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:03:20.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chibi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Learning To Manage Digital Drawing</title><content type='html'>This pic I worked pretty hard on with the lineart. Coloring lineart isn't always easy cause if you just paintbucket fill the outline you'll pick up stray pixles and it'll look messy.  So I have to use the Brightness and Contrast took to make the lineart gray and then add color to it it with Hue and Saturation. Hue and Sat is my favorite tool. Saves so much time instead of repainting the color over again.  With the Chibi pic I'm trying to get used to digital inking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0vWH82t0tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/irPJsFFtbD0/s1600-h/EE_weirdedout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0vWH82t0tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/irPJsFFtbD0/s320/EE_weirdedout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425665608180945618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0vWMzpyIhI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ngH0yW1DvBA/s1600-h/EE_ChibiEd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0vWMzpyIhI/AAAAAAAAAl8/ngH0yW1DvBA/s320/EE_ChibiEd.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425665691610128914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems once someone gets a Cintiq they become a complete digital artist. I stopped like using ink because here is the difference in quality between digital inking and traditional inking for me at the moment. The pens I get are bleeding out too and they're supposed to be good pens. Yet I'm still not happy with the inking process at all, both digitally and traditionally. Still both methods are nice in their own ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1641976192381765108?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1641976192381765108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1641976192381765108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1641976192381765108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1641976192381765108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/01/learning-to-manage-digital-drawing.html' title='Learning To Manage Digital Drawing'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0vWH82t0tI/AAAAAAAAAl0/irPJsFFtbD0/s72-c/EE_weirdedout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1547256789982407254</id><published>2010-01-07T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:14:44.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nessie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Artwork of Eddie for 2010</title><content type='html'>Cause I should really get some new art up in here. Here is the 1st post of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a7oRafBWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/owecx8vBez8/s1600-h/EE_Trio4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a7oRafBWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/owecx8vBez8/s320/EE_Trio4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424229101757990242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a8fBg9RqI/AAAAAAAAAls/yYa_gUVhktI/s1600-h/EE_triosilly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a8fBg9RqI/AAAAAAAAAls/yYa_gUVhktI/s320/EE_triosilly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424230042382976674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a8MTYxfOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NMHxGqFoJuo/s1600-h/ee_friskyFun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a8MTYxfOI/AAAAAAAAAlk/NMHxGqFoJuo/s320/ee_friskyFun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424229720762973410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a7zmRQvHI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Fog0cxmF9Fg/s1600-h/EE_warped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a7zmRQvHI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Fog0cxmF9Fg/s320/EE_warped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424229296335010930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1547256789982407254?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1547256789982407254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1547256789982407254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1547256789982407254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1547256789982407254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2010/01/artwork-of-eddie-for-2010.html' title='Artwork of Eddie for 2010'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/S0a7oRafBWI/AAAAAAAAAlU/owecx8vBez8/s72-c/EE_Trio4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-8434586679178536316</id><published>2009-12-24T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T21:37:40.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><title type='text'>Demion: The Anti-Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWVkuj9fII/AAAAAAAAAiM/EqCoTr-lrhQ/s1600-h/DemionPage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWVkuj9fII/AAAAAAAAAiM/EqCoTr-lrhQ/s400/DemionPage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402184816950402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah so to celebrate the birth of Christ, I give you the Anti-Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demion was made out of a few highschool steamed emotions and influences. Everyone in Highschool should have been introduced to Johnny the Homicidal Maniac and I was made fully aware of the comics because of Jhonen V's cartoon that just premiered in 2001, Invader Zim. While the show was short lived I was able to understand the direction of his meanings and reasoning for creating such an evil and sick comic series: He wanted to do it,  he's got a wicked scene of humor, and if an artist doesn't draw out the terrible feelings they have inside, it's a good chance that the artist would act out those feelings on real people, and that would be worse then the act of drawing a fiction character doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWYl8YaXAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/cFjzNYWYP-c/s1600-h/Demion_Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWYl8YaXAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/cFjzNYWYP-c/s320/Demion_Color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419405504241359874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never really come out about this but it was the 1st time I developed a crush on real human being. While my friends oogled over Justin Timberlake and all the teen heartthrobs, I'm geeking out with the nerd boys about Sonic and Pokemon or other things. I really wanted to get my friends into the things I liked but I could never connect with them over the things I enjoyed, thus I ended up the fat nerdy one out of the loop (really not sure why I stuck with those friends as long as I did because they weren't really great friends...more like people that I thought I could relate with).  This boy however was one of those guys who could take you down the path of evil with him if you let him, I'm sure I'd be in a ditch now if I tried to go out with him. He was a senior when I was a sophomore, and we sat together in math class (probably because his name was the male version of my name, meaning it was a cruel joke the teacher wanted to pull). I was behind in math, and so was he by 2 years, plus he comes to me one day asking if he smelled like pot. I just replied saying that I smelled &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWajbJx2NI/AAAAAAAAAkU/sn36xxHAiX8/s1600-h/Demion_ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWajbJx2NI/AAAAAAAAAkU/sn36xxHAiX8/s200/Demion_ID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419407659985131730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something funny, to which he explained that he tried to mask it with some pineapple perfume. He introduced me to Gear, Doug Tennapel's comic, and I talked to him about JtHM, and it was a nice little thing I developed. Then one day he didn't show up, think he had been expelled or something and I didn't see him until he showed up briefly one day and just gave me a 'wut-up' head bob, with a wink...I was stalking him that day to. Haven't seen him since and he's still cute in my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWVpw65mcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nLid7evI5eU/s1600-h/1st_Dem_Ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWVpw65mcI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nLid7evI5eU/s400/1st_Dem_Ever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402271349381570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Demion's true origin came from a free form sketch I did when listening to a Russian Orchestral piece of classical music on the radio. I got out a piece of paper and started drawing characters based on the mood this music was giving me. The characters came out as vampire lovers (Demion was bald in my head) but when the music was over I worked with the character designs more. Music has ALWAYS inspired me but something really pushed my mind in the right direction that night. Once I get a good character design going I can created their origin. Demion was given a kilt, because the 1st sketch of him had a weird pant idea and weeks prior a kid at school started wearing kilts. Maid was and still is an odd character. I've never really drawn much of her since but I'll go over her story soon enough. What she is though is a Zombie Maid with robotic parts.  All that's left of her is her chest and head, the rest of her is put together with odd robotic parts Demion put on her to give her mobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demion's story goes likes this: His mother is a half white and half Navajo woman living in Albuquerque, New Mexico. H&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWZvxEl3ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/G1PLRNK6hLY/s1600-h/More_Demion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWZvxEl3ZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/G1PLRNK6hLY/s200/More_Demion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419406772515757458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is father was obviously the devil who suduced his mother while she was on a boat cruise. Demion was a back up Anti-Christ in case the true Anti-Christ were to fail. While doing research on the Book of Revelations I discovered that all books say something different every time I read it, but from what I gathered Demion is the false Prophet, preaching lies and speaking ill of God, while Nero, Demion's half brother, is the lion headed beast with 7 horns. Demion's logic is that you must do the opposite of anything God says you should do. If God says drowning and raping babies are good then Demion would say it's a bad thing to do. If God says to throw stones at black people, then Demion says it's a NOT to throw stones. Demion also has the power to manipulate people's minds, to make them think they're doing good or to get them to do his evil doings. He can make police shoot someone out of fear and ignorance,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWYyCqKfzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hm9DDZkCF-c/s1600-h/Aww__Demion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWYyCqKfzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hm9DDZkCF-c/s200/Aww__Demion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419405712084860722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or get someone to take drugs because he'll lie. Problem is that Demion doesn't know he's being evil, thus making it hard to blame him entirely. He's unaware about who he is (even if he looks pretty demonic) and can be filled with guilt and sorrow for the suffering of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demion's mo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWWCm4-gBI/AAAAAAAAAik/YmCChX3m4y4/s1600-h/AWWW-BeeBee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWWCm4-gBI/AAAAAAAAAik/YmCChX3m4y4/s320/AWWW-BeeBee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402698153689106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ther had an interesting story when I 1st came up with her. She lost Demion because she got her long blond hair caught in a freezer and she couldn't pull her head out without ripping off her scalp. I've thrown that idea out in the garbage because it's kinda stupid. NOW she was put in a deep coma and because Demion wasn't able to be taken care up and noone could get contact of the girl's parents, he was given to a Church Orphanage. He was studied by the doctors and was humiliated with then tacking pictures of him as they saw his black markings spread across his body as he grew. The couldn't explain why the boy was growing into a mutant, but these features stopped when he turned 6. When he was 6 he ran away. He was picked up by a Mexican family who lived out in the boonies of New Mexico and was treated like a pet dog for a few years until he was rescued when the people tried to take him to the vet to get fixed. He was then given to a foster family. They had a son already, so Demion served as a brother.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWZA4sz2GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mp8-Dfugl64/s1600-h/Demion_Is_Here_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWZA4sz2GI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mp8-Dfugl64/s320/Demion_Is_Here_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419405967109642338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demion loved his new family, but couldn't stop himself from being mischievous. At 8 he started developing a sexual relationship with his step brother, getting his brother to do things that got the two of them in trouble. Demion would spy on his step mother while she was changing, and peek at girls changing. The troubling part about all of this is that Demion is doing it all out of childish curiosity. He would get upset when people assumed he was doing things on purpose or say he had bad blood.  There is a good chance he'd still be as curious even if he wasn't the son of the devil, only difference would be that teachers wouldn't have their eyes stabbed out by crows or the school be flooded with shitting blood water when ever he got upset. Out of fear of being disowned by his family, Demion pressured his step brother to set the house on fire. Demion didn't intend to kill his family, as the two of them tried to wake up the parents, but as they all were escaping the roof collapsed on the family leaving Demion alone to weep and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWa4O3a8AI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RJmOa9kG1Lc/s1600-h/Demion_Messed_2_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWa4O3a8AI/AAAAAAAAAkc/RJmOa9kG1Lc/s200/Demion_Messed_2_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419408017464160258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 11, Demion was soon passed on to a crazy religious woman who would beat Demion for just about anything. She was huge, fat, lazy and made Demion do all the work in the house. She made his go to church and would openly beat him for not singing or praying loud enough. Demion started puberty at 12 and was severely beaten for masturbating or even thinking about girls (heaven forbid he had interest in colored people or boys). While having fear struck deep into his heart, a small flame grew in his heart everyday and he protest in the best ways he could by being mean and freaky to the other kids at the catholic school. One night after having a wet dream, he was stuck with fear as he knew if he would get beaten for it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWZTXpsnTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-vO3Hhqcdfc/s1600-h/Demion_Sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWZTXpsnTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/-vO3Hhqcdfc/s200/Demion_Sexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419406284655729970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He tried to wash the stain out but the noise he made woke up the beast woman and she came in and started crushing his with her metal walking cane. When all seemed grim, dark forces rose from the depths of the earth and crushed the woman with their mighty grip. Demion was free, and he booked it back to Albuquerque to find his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 14 the boy was free from foster homes and now a street urchin. He found his mother in a coma at a hospital but couldn't find a way to keep her to himself. He stalked a woman who lived in a nice apartment in the boonies of town. He would beg her to help him everyday to the point where it drove her mad she ran through her second story window and killed herself on the fall. Demion sewed her back together and turned her into a Maid to take care of his mother, who he stole from the hospital. He stayed in the apartment and promised to behave and continue to go to school for his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWWlBSvenI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ijKPlodc-Ek/s1600-h/Study_of_Rebecca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWWlBSvenI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ijKPlodc-Ek/s200/Study_of_Rebecca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403289356630642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWV0b0lc2I/AAAAAAAAAic/VnX70LdF-sI/s1600-h/Bible_Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWV0b0lc2I/AAAAAAAAAic/VnX70LdF-sI/s200/Bible_Friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402454664311650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWfm7RPk4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/R_W8uUYQrLA/s1600-h/Alternet_Demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWfm7RPk4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/R_W8uUYQrLA/s200/Alternet_Demons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419413217704121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The series starts off with Demion in his Senior year in highschool, meeting a young girl named Rebecca Reaper. She is destined to be a Grim Reaper as she is somehow always lead to the death or rebirth of things around her. She becomes influenced by Demion's charm to free herself from her parents. Sad thing is that she had a pretty good life, spoiled and decent, but because of her her young school girl mind was easily manipulated by evil. She got herself put into an insane asylum only later to escape and join up with Demion in conquering the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWaJT6O5DI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fP9iPrJuAXk/s1600-h/Year_Book_Loser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWaJT6O5DI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fP9iPrJuAXk/s320/Year_Book_Loser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419407211364279346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demion and Rebecca also met with Chris, who is the new Christ. He is just good. He fallows no religion, he passes no judgment even on Demion, and he has no hate. He has his faults as he usually is so neutral to the war of the end of the world that he'll let the demons take control before he decides to do anything about it. Plus he does get annoyed with people who are ignorant or expect him to do things he has no control over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Demion's senior year comes to an end he fails to graduate highschool as he feels that his teachers pass judgment on him before they even meet him and fail him because he won't amount to anything. His mother wakes up days into the summer as Demion is about ready to give up on himself. His mother is awake and there is much rejoicing and remembering between the two of them. Demion goes to get something from the store but quickly stopped to hear a huge crash from his house. He comes back inside to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWW34Olm_I/AAAAAAAAAi8/7W8DaF6nq80/s1600-h/Demion_Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWW34Olm_I/AAAAAAAAAi8/7W8DaF6nq80/s200/Demion_Movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403613340802034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see his mother crushed under the refrigerator with only her head showing. She says her final words and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought well into Demion's future but that might be a whole other post as that part of the story fallows some pretty crazy end of the world stuff. Chris and Rebecca only have small parts in his senior year and Rebecca doesn't kill her parents until her senior year. The three of them team up with a Drag Queen named Sophie who's fallowing along as Demion's girlfriend (who is based off a drag queen I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWWeHm_VEI/AAAAAAAAAis/qbA89VDOBZY/s1600-h/PromoPic-Demion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWWeHm_VEI/AAAAAAAAAis/qbA89VDOBZY/s200/PromoPic-Demion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403170793083970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWXI9O4xpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vubROoZv4d0/s1600-h/PromoPic-Chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWXI9O4xpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/vubROoZv4d0/s200/PromoPic-Chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419403906742011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saw on a day time TV show who was both cute as a woman and a man). The three of them find out their fate and decide to stop Nero from destroying the world and becoming the next Satan. Demion also goes to heaven to see his mother and has kids as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demion&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWXcw7lnpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Pwyg0HuwVdk/s1600-h/PromoPic-Rebecca_R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWXcw7lnpI/AAAAAAAAAjM/Pwyg0HuwVdk/s200/PromoPic-Rebecca_R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419404247037222546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWXrkNqrXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/dzDR7ldV6mI/s1600-h/Promo_Pic-Steve-Sophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWXrkNqrXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/dzDR7ldV6mI/s200/Promo_Pic-Steve-Sophie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419404501321428338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel could not become a TV show. I feel that I couldn't really demonstrate the character the same way with movement the same way I could in Comic Book form. He wasn't made to have a TV show so I don't feel like I could make him work the same way in any other medium then illustrated. His popularity for me was during my highschool years. I did all sorts of art and comics with him. I really want to work with him as a comic character but sadly I think he's too much like existing characters out there already.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWdZlN1xOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0PnzSg2oBHw/s1600-h/Demion_Comic_No1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWdZlN1xOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/0PnzSg2oBHw/s400/Demion_Comic_No1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419410789422712034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWdsZlf8RI/AAAAAAAAAks/4CuBkd-plR8/s1600-h/Demion_Com-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWdsZlf8RI/AAAAAAAAAks/4CuBkd-plR8/s400/Demion_Com-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419411112718233874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWefS-a2fI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Z-CITPHQ4f8/s1600-h/Demion_on_V_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWefS-a2fI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Z-CITPHQ4f8/s320/Demion_on_V_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419411987117038066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Demion to me is someone who comes up in my mind when I feel my worst. Every character represents some sort of feeling inside of me and Demion is usually me reverting back to my highschool angst mode. Plus now that I've developed so many more other characters I can see that he really is the EVIL of them all. He's ignorant, stubborn, spoiled, and manipulative. By comparison to the good characters I have he's really the worst just for the fact that he can twist your mind into thinking doing bad things are good. Still he is one sexy lust demon, and I love him to the end. I make my bad side look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collection of Demion art isn't even the half of it. I tried to put as many as I could in here, but I think I covered the basics of the character for now.PLEASE PLESAE PLEASE, request more of this character if you're interested. If you want to hear more of the second half of his life I'll write that too. Thanks for reading this crazy long story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-8434586679178536316?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/8434586679178536316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=8434586679178536316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8434586679178536316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/8434586679178536316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/12/demion-anti-christ.html' title='Demion: The Anti-Christ'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SzWVkuj9fII/AAAAAAAAAiM/EqCoTr-lrhQ/s72-c/DemionPage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-9136543367510536445</id><published>2009-12-21T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:37:52.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ID'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annie-Mae'/><title type='text'>My Birthday_Annie's ID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sz5ABvnwQLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/k_FQDHE86WE/s1600-h/AnnieCartoons09ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sz5ABvnwQLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/k_FQDHE86WE/s320/AnnieCartoons09ID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421841400107909298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supload.com/listen?s=WItoiL"&gt;Download The Beatles - Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me. XD Here are a list of ID's I make for Annie-Mae on Deviantart. I should have one for today but I don't, cause it's my birthday and I don't have to finish it if I don't want to. Go to this blog post to read more about &lt;a href="http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/01/development-of-annie-maes-world.html"&gt;Annie-Mae's character&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_Bf70hGTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/snTdXpiAkh0/s1600-h/DA_ID6__Tolerant_Artist_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_Bf70hGTI/AAAAAAAAAiE/snTdXpiAkh0/s400/DA_ID6__Tolerant_Artist_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417761631128066354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_A6XHh6tI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hzVWH4iPc8E/s1600-h/I_like_Blue__DA_ID_5_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_A6XHh6tI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hzVWH4iPc8E/s400/I_like_Blue__DA_ID_5_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417760985620540114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^^^This one is my fav ^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_BKv1XGxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mumE33y8gO8/s1600-h/OLD_Pokemon_Master_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_BKv1XGxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/mumE33y8gO8/s400/OLD_Pokemon_Master_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417761267133127442" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AwcKXR9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Spybnnlc_qo/s1600-h/Dev_ID_4_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AwcKXR9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/Spybnnlc_qo/s400/Dev_ID_4_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417760815175911378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AnKs5KII/AAAAAAAAAhk/9ao381mAtG8/s1600-h/rsengj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AnKs5KII/AAAAAAAAAhk/9ao381mAtG8/s400/rsengj1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417760655870077058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AW0XS_7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/VqhnR7PPtCk/s1600-h/New_ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AW0XS_7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/VqhnR7PPtCk/s400/New_ID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417760374996008882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AMjz3yKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nAS-_8jBYmw/s1600-h/Annie-Mae_ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sy_AMjz3yKI/AAAAAAAAAhU/nAS-_8jBYmw/s400/Annie-Mae_ID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417760198753765538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-9136543367510536445?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/9136543367510536445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=9136543367510536445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/9136543367510536445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/9136543367510536445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthdayannies-id.html' title='My Birthday_Annie&apos;s ID'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sz5ABvnwQLI/AAAAAAAAAlM/k_FQDHE86WE/s72-c/AnnieCartoons09ID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-2495136839386893939</id><published>2009-12-17T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:36:54.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show Pitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Planet Claire'/><title type='text'>Planet Claire</title><content type='html'>S&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytF3eE8SpI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lAe7cz_ZIAU/s1600-h/Planet_Claire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytF3eE8SpI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lAe7cz_ZIAU/s400/Planet_Claire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416499796112067218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o Planet Claire's story is basically this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTEyMzU2NTM1MCZwdD*xMjYxMTIzNjAwNzEwJnA9MTAyMjYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1hNTgyMWEyMDRjODQ*OWU3ODIzMThjNzMyZWZkOTA5MiZvZj*w.gif" height="0" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supload.com/listen?s=pYL38M"&gt;Download Unknown - Planet Claire&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea started mostly by wanting to make a sexy alien chick who was as dumb as a brick.  But still you ask, how can you make an interesting idea out of just the one song?...Well I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1st I was going to use the name as a clothing brand. Make weird ass alien cloths for girls and stuff. All cliche and some of it obscene. Had an idea for a t-shirt where there were two buttons right on the nipples with the words "Turn off" and "turn on" on the different buttons. The idea of the clothing line is still possible but I think if I wanted to main stream the idea, I'd focus more on making futuristic looking cloths like you see people in the 50's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV show idea however started as a movie. As in the song, Claire comes from her Planet named Claire where everyone's name is Claire, and they all look the same. The planet has pink air, the trees are red, noone ever dies, and noone has a head. Basically noone needs a head, but there are no men there. Just pretty ladies. So Claires go across the universe searching for men to use as slaves. They seduce the men of the planet and then cut off their heads. The Claires only need heads because they need to talk, and men seem to like women who have heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytGPfHspTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/U4pxsvHtKjk/s1600-h/Claire_in_All2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytGPfHspTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/U4pxsvHtKjk/s320/Claire_in_All2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416500208708920626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Claire&lt;/span&gt; is about this alien who comes to Earth to fulfill the mission all by herself; decapitate all the men of the planet and prepare them to be taken back by the mothership. She however is discovered by a nerdy boy who wants to keep her for himself, all the while he tries to keep her out of trouble. He learns of her plans and tries to get her to change her but all she wants to do is have sex and flirt. However she falls in love with the boy because he's giving her affection outside of typical lusting that she's used it. By the end of the movie the mothership has arrived and they shun Claire for not preparing the planet like they had assigned her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie plot comes from seeing a cover to an anime called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Dear Marie&lt;/span&gt;.The anime, I've now learned, is completely different then from my 1st interpretations of just seeing the cover (but it's still about a nerdy guy who makes a learning robot for his perverted desires). Like most of these early highschool creations I us artistically influences by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Invader Zim&lt;/span&gt;, I was trying to create a new cartoon that would replace the void that was left in my heart when the show was canceled. But I figure I never went much more into the idea because it's not a very creative idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few problems with this show idea as it exists now. 1) It's named after a B-52 song. I need to afford the copyrights to use that song, let alone the name of it. 2) This show is RANCHY. The movie would be rated R for nudity and sexual themes. But as a Continuing series I figured the only way to really make this idea interesting is to REALLY go all out there with it. I want large throbbing cocks directly in front of the camera, titties and pussy in full detail, masturbation, drug use, spooning, needles in things that shouldn't be put into, beastiality, terrifying alien probings, and anything else nasty you can think of. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytF9raeEHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zg5qO96MJv4/s1600-h/PotHead_and_Stoner_by_AM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytF9raeEHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Zg5qO96MJv4/s320/PotHead_and_Stoner_by_AM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416499902771236978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you come down to it the idea is a pretty standard anime plot, even with all the sex stuff. 3) And the character design for Claire is intentionally simple. She's not made to be thought of anything else but a Sex Symbol from Space. I dought the B-52's want their song associated with hyper ultra sex (Superjail couldn't afford Love Shack for 30 seconds). 4) I don't know of ANY place in the world that I could find willing to produce a Hyper Ultra Sex cartoon and want to pay me for it and get top notch quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT regardless of the conflicts I face, this is one idea that I've needed to expand upon. I've talked about her, and I have so many little pictures about her as well. She was due for an update.  There are two characters that were not in the original concept of the show that I thought to add in. Stoner and Pot Head is a parody of Beavis and Butt-Head...You're reading that line and rolling your eyes, I know.  At some point in my life I thought I could do something with them and they'd be able to hold their own. BUT they're not terrible characters or designs. So I figure I'd add them to THIS show to give them a new purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytGbl8RxhI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xES8hG5YJ7w/s1600-h/PlanetClaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytGbl8RxhI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xES8hG5YJ7w/s400/PlanetClaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416500416698500626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is how the show plays now: Claire arrives to Earth and moves into a near-by college Frat. She immediately goes after the jockey boys and moves into the fraternity. Our Nerd hero and the two stoner kids question the motives of the creepy new girl, but only the nerd sees that she is alien. They find out what she's doing to all the men in the college, but she won't cut off their heads. Instead she wants to learn from them, by performing crazy experiments on their body and minds. She's sexually smart like Dr. Ruth, and so she teaches the nerd about getting the right girl, while he gives her human secrets. When the Mothership arrives to Earth, they take Claire away from the Nerd and replace her with different types of Claires, fat ones, child ones, Lesbian ones.  The original Claire finds that she can't work the same without her Nerd, but the lead Claire just dismantles her for her noncooperation. The Nerd confronts the Mothership but gets decapitated in the process and turned into the lead Claire's slave. His friends (and human Girlfriend) try to save him but they get lost as the mothership travels through space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-2495136839386893939?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2495136839386893939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=2495136839386893939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2495136839386893939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2495136839386893939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/12/planet-claire.html' title='Planet Claire'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SytF3eE8SpI/AAAAAAAAAg0/lAe7cz_ZIAU/s72-c/Planet_Claire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-2286210902410418245</id><published>2009-12-10T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:12:31.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show Pitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matilda and the Mortician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art by Fans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><title type='text'>Matilda and the Mortician</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKjdAtWNYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yIWZv5wXOXQ/s1600-h/MatildaAndGeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 407px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKjdAtWNYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yIWZv5wXOXQ/s400/MatildaAndGeff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069420854490498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matilda and the Mortician is as hard of a show to describe as it would be to pitch.  It's about a young girl living in the late 1800's in Oakwood USA. She moved to the town when she was a baby but was always fascinated with her next door neighbor Geoffry, the town Mortician. When I say next door neighbor I mean that his was the closest house to hers. When she could walk she would wander to his workshop and ask him little kid questions like "Why does it smell in here? Do these objects have to be sharp? Why don't you have a wife? Does my hair look better when I hold it up like this? Why do I have to leave? Why did you lock the door?" She's a naturally curious girl who loves to be helpful and loves to make new friends. She often wonders why not many people get alone with Geoffry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffry has been a local to Oakwood for as young as 7 years of age. His father was a mortician who worked hard making revolutionary embalming techniques and high class coffins. The family got rich by associating with only the high class clients and promoting death with luxury. Geoffry would travel all over the world with his father pitching t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKjlZz58_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Dbf8C43Qq8E/s1600-h/MatildaMortician1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKjlZz58_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/Dbf8C43Qq8E/s320/MatildaMortician1st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069565031838706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o those clients until he lost his father to tuberculosis, when he was 16. His mother died of the same illness when he was 4, so the family fortune was left to him. To regain his footing, he took the business back to Oakwood and continued pitching to high end clients but caters to the locals to pick up extra funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invented a cooling storage system that allows bodies to be kept fresh longer, by locking them up in a brick chamber filled halfway with water, where a pump sucks out all the air and stops the body from decomposing (there is a more complicated science to this device that I think is possible for 1800 technology, but I need to do my research) . He created a patent for it and makes a lot of money selling the design out to other mortuaries across the country. He is a genius in his field but being surrounded by country bumpkins usually makes him as the odd man out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a few other friends outside of Matilda, who is self appointed.  A tombstone designer that has a similar history to Geff, but more complicated. She is an only child to another talented designer who was crushed to death suddenly by a big slab of motor. Because the father had no will, the la&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKj8mgHfII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tq9u4D8gzIM/s1600-h/MatildaStinkBeast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKj8mgHfII/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tq9u4D8gzIM/s320/MatildaStinkBeast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069963575491714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wyers had found a way to stop the family from owning the company after his death. He would need a son to pick up the company rights, so her mother staged an elaborate scheme to turn her daughter into a long lost son in order to keep the business. So now many years later, Geff is the only person who knows the long lost son is the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a local carpenter who is the picture of perfection.  He's got huge mussels and a big bushy handlebar mustache. He helps Geff out with putting together coffins and making repairs to the workshop. Usually he's busy building house around the town and helping out the other locals, he's a bit clueless about life, often too trusting. Geff's accountant is always there to point out the good and bad about Geff's business and rarely helps out in the shop ( as the smells will make him gag). Bruno is the russian grave digger. Big, strong, and possibly brain damaged, Geff is the only person who can talk to him like a civilized person. Bruno is usually paranoid and superstitious about a lot of things, causing Matilda's imagination to run wild. Geff doesn't like leaving anyone alone with Bruno, he's not a trust worthy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyH8kK0S1HI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mbmUGxw141A/s1600-h/Matilda_and_the_Mortician_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyH8kK0S1HI/AAAAAAAAAfw/mbmUGxw141A/s400/Matilda_and_the_Mortician_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413885925385229426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The show idea was created during my highschool years when I was learning about the influenza outbreaks, and how kids would play among the coffins, singing cute little songs. The image of that it's quite how life is in general, how kids tend to make a game of everything even when adults will see something grim. Matilda sees Geff and wonders why people avoid him, he's just another person who needs more friends then anyone else. The show it's self is a mix of a few different ideas. Tenchi Muyo was a big influence as Geff was only pestered by two girls of the town. The mayors daughter, a nice homely girl who loves him for his mysterious ways, and a rich snobbish girl who wants Geff for his money.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyH8zND7-HI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Dh-mdai13qM/s1600-h/Geoffrey_The_Mortician_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyH8zND7-HI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Dh-mdai13qM/s320/Geoffrey_The_Mortician_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413886183685748850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pivotal episode of the show would be about a fancy wedding in the 1880s of a rich and famous oil man.  It was so extravagant that the weeding ceremony took on for 3 days.  They bought up the whole block of a New York hotel and turned it into a gondola ride for guests to be brought into. There were elephants, swans, and all sorts of exotic animals and dancers to entertain guests (this is based off a real event, but the facts escape me). The nice guy that he is, Geff invited Matilda and her family to attend.  Of course The Mayor's Daughter and the Snob girl were invited as well and the whole event it the two of them trying to win over Geff's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKkWIUE-eI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RJrAul68qTA/s1600-h/Geoffry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKkWIUE-eI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RJrAul68qTA/s320/Geoffry2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414070402148530658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the show has this since of sqewy romance to it,  it's also about superstitious events and creatures like witches, aliens, voodoo, and zombies. These are the elements to make the show odd and unique, but most of the show I've visualized as an educational and historical character piece. Because of these two conflicting elements I've been unsure about which network to pitch the show to. I could make it child friendly and make it more about Matilda's growing experience and the creepy people she meets, or I could make it more adult by focusing on Geoffry's morbid lifestyle. It's not a show ment to be on the edge action, rolling on the floor laughter, or dark and gory all the time. I feel that if I can pitch it to PBS, I could have it be a historical piece of fictional entertainment. Otherwise I can't really think of a network to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also see just how visually different this show is from the rest of my cartoons. It was kinda blocky when I started drawing it but I've changed it to be more real then the other stuff I do. I still don't feel that I've mastered how I wanted it to look, because I want it to be very animeish, but not animated as stiff as usual animes can be. This show wouldn't need to last very long either because it has an ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyMyb846LtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XgOur2afMl0/s1600-h/A_Morbid_Fascination_by_idgiebay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyMyb846LtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XgOur2afMl0/s320/A_Morbid_Fascination_by_idgiebay.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414226632812146386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show has gone through some major changes since I 1st created it, but much like Toby's story I've never really gone too much into the deeper  elements of the characters and plots. They're all in my head and I'd really like to know what you'd like to see more of. I've had a few people interesting in this idea even though I've never gone into a lot. Here is a great picture done of my characters for me by an artist on DeviantArt, &lt;span class="tt-w"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a class="u" href="http://idgiebay.deviantart.com/"&gt;idgiebay.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt; I thank her a lot for giving me this great piece of my characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-2286210902410418245?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/2286210902410418245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=2286210902410418245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2286210902410418245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/2286210902410418245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/12/matilda-and-mortician.html' title='Matilda and the Mortician'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SyKjdAtWNYI/AAAAAAAAAgA/yIWZv5wXOXQ/s72-c/MatildaAndGeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-6942494140137136658</id><published>2009-12-03T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:53:28.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show Pitch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby the Werewolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><title type='text'>Toby the Werewolf</title><content type='html'>H&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxlGYd0luWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vJz-C25pK_A/s1600-h/toby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxlGYd0luWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vJz-C25pK_A/s320/toby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411433813398370658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ere is one of my early cartoon ideas that I developed in my highschool years.  I was listening to David Lindley's - Werewolves in London while riding in the car one day and the idea of making a kid friendly tale of silly and cooky werewolves came to mind. I had already created a very dark and vulgar concept called Demion the Anti-Christ, so I wanted to do something that would be more kid oriented. The song it's self is very happy and chipper, but it talks about mutilation and greasy hair. This juxtaposition sums up Toby's whole developmental story. While my whole intention for Toby the Werewolf was to be a kids show, but it was always haunted with a darker undertone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was influenced by many different elements when creating Toby. Invader Zim still being the main focus of my highschool life, I wanting to make another character like Dib. Someone who was smarter then the rest of the school and wasn't able to get people to understand how he is the sole protector of their lives. Toby's personality has morphed away from Dib now, he's more based off people I remember from Highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spider-man had just come out that year so I named Toby after Toby Maguire. A more underlined theme of Spider-Man is the ability to control your hormonal changes and manage the things life throws at you without going c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxlGdlIJwgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/CbSry5eQK0A/s1600-h/TobyWerewolf1st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxlGdlIJwgI/AAAAAAAAAfg/CbSry5eQK0A/s320/TobyWerewolf1st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411433901258818050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;razy I was interested by how Peter Parker got super buff after being bitten and how he was still considered a geek after that. As the story of Peter Parker goes on you see how much he has to struggle keeping his cool and by the time Venom comes around, he's loses his grip on reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby has an evil power in him and if he doesn't keep it in check he'll loose control. The more I learned about werewolves the more I saw that I couldn't keep Toby as a kid's show. There is a deep fallowing of werewolves that says that they should be very dark and evil being. The act of transforming into an animal is not a pleasing or happy experience. Then things like the Underworld and Twilight universe throw a monkey wrench in the mix. Regardless of all that this is how Toby's universe works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Werewolves can change with any moonlight but less so with less moonlight. So full moons they have to change, new moons they can't. Werewolves are damned when they taste human blood. As long as they don't bite humans, their souls are saved. Werewolves can be killed by silver, but not in human form&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxiL2iEYeeI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qEvzRIBpgEQ/s1600-h/The_Little_Wear_Wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxiL2iEYeeI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qEvzRIBpgEQ/s320/The_Little_Wear_Wolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411228721260034530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  In human form the develop rashes and burns after touching silver. The attitude of someone's werewolf form depends on the type of person they are in real life. If they are a calm and normal person, then as a wolf they are wild and crazy. If they are a terrible and vicious human, they have more control over their wolf form. This however doesn't mean they are good wolves, but it means they have more conscious thought as wolves and some have human speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby is the right level of crazy human with good morals, that allows him to be able to control his wolf form and not hurt other people. As a kid he's pretty self centered and considered the smart boy that dumb jocks can ask him to do their homework and stuff. He's only got a few friends but he has little respect for them. He's a constant run-away, thinking that his life is much more worse then it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, while attempting to run away from home he sees a dog stalking him. Soon that dog is chasing him down the street and attacking him. Not long after that he's transforming into a dog and running down the streets digging through garbage and chasing cats. A larger dog comes to him and informs him to meet him again on the next full moon. Toby passes out in a trash tank and sleeps until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxiL9krfykI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OzLDZJ42vD4/s1600-h/Toby_The_Werewolf_Sketches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxiL9krfykI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OzLDZJ42vD4/s320/Toby_The_Werewolf_Sketches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411228842220046914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby wakes up to a large rattle and shake as the trash tank gets lifted up and tossed into a garbage truck pen. He yells and screams for help, out of fear of getting compacted into a cube. The garbage people take him to the police, where they immediately assume that he's on some sort of drug. He explains to the police and his mother what happened to him the night before but they can't make anything of it and let him go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month after that night Toby is forced to change on every full moon. He is greeted by a leader of the local pack, a every elegant wolf who wants to turn more people of the town into wolves but both Toby and Akila (the wolf that bit Toby) are too wild to be told what to do, and so the nights are usually waisted. Toby's human form becomes filled with bizarre supernatural events that are asking him for his help as a werewolf. He is stalked by a werewolf hunter, who send silver gifts his way. His body starts to change, giving him abnormal strength as a human and he soon becomes more popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxiLrrhOA0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Zi7hoOB58tA/s1600-h/Lookit_Toby_and_Friends_by_anniemae04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxiLrrhOA0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Zi7hoOB58tA/s320/Lookit_Toby_and_Friends_by_anniemae04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411228534818341698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His Jr. High crush begins to notice that he is getting buffer and asks him to date her one night...unfortunately the date is on a full moon. While for most of the night it stays overcast he is saved, but the moment the moon shows up he freaks out and runs off. She chaises after him but he kidnaps her and takes her to a junk yard to confess his problem. She thinks it's a joke but they are soon attacked by a crazy man.  He shoots the girl and runs off. Conflicted, Toby spits on her wounds hoping that it'll trigger a transformation to save her life.  While the girl is saved, she is forever cursed, just like he is. The next morning she breaks up with him, telling him that he is a terrible person. A few months down the road, she says that she needs his help to manage the problem, and they get back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby's future involves a lot of darker stories and details. One big thing about this show is that his parents are devoiced. He has a half sister who gets killed during a turf war between wolf clans. As he learns that he can transform at any phase of the moon, he gets mixed up with a witch who taunts and tortures him to get him to submit to her wilms. She sets a spell for his parents to fall in love with each other again but they don't see Toby as their son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby's story would go as far as into his highschool years. At that point he's confessed to his mother about his werewolfism and about the death of his sister. Because of the witch his Jr. High crush has either gone missing, dead, or they're no longer dating, so he finds interest in a vampire girl. The vampire hunter has become a friend, as he believes that Toby has become a better human being because of his werewolfism.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxlGlRayflI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MaJlio9DGpI/s1600-h/tobyStuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxlGlRayflI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MaJlio9DGpI/s320/tobyStuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411434033407229522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Toby the Werewolf&lt;/span&gt; started out as a kid friendly show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Werewolf&lt;/span&gt;, I soon see how much passion I have to go into the more psychological struggle of being a werewolf and teen-aged issues. There are so many shows that talk about kids who change into super heroes, but they're all directed for kids, and talk about stupid teen-aged issues like being grounded. Toby's lifestyle isn't about saving the world or making it to school on time.  It's about managing your stress and your inner demons to keep your self from hurting the ones you love.  Allow your feelings to be free and don't hide secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the drawings in this post are quite old. My lack of development of this character has all been mental and the complexity of his character makes me feel that I probably couldn't get this pitched as a TV show in America.  I could get it in Japan or Canada as their standards are more flexable, but I feel in the end of the day Toby's story reads better as a book or a comic.  My newest drawings at the top show a more updated look of him, but I really want to give the character a HUGE REDESIGNING in style. Either way this is a character I want to do more with and I love making adjustments to his story. If you have more questions please ask (tried to make this as short as I could XD).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-6942494140137136658?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6942494140137136658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=6942494140137136658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6942494140137136658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6942494140137136658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/12/toby-werewolf.html' title='Toby the Werewolf'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxlGYd0luWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/vJz-C25pK_A/s72-c/toby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1968094578681867344</id><published>2009-11-29T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:17:23.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Design'/><title type='text'>Last of the Hippie BS</title><content type='html'>So here are the last three for the school project I have to do. The best part is that I can name these files "Hippie BS" because she won't see the names of the files. The project is to set a goal for your 6 elements of Health. The teacher, being the pro-active bimbo she is, asked me what I liked to do, thus making this project more personal to me. I said drawing and that gives her the assumption that I'm gonna ad pictures to my project. If I DIDN'T add pictures to the project, I don't think I'd get an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxNsrn4jhoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xFUIiKaLCB8/s1600/HippieBS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxNsrn4jhoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xFUIiKaLCB8/s400/HippieBS4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409787074098464386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher is a huge soap-boxer and often played a guilt trip when it came to the Psychical health section. While she had you learn how to take your resting heart and stuff important to a good exercise routine, she was so spontaneous and random that you really didn't know what to expect by the end of the class and I'm sure some people ate up her words like a low fat yogurt. I mean this was a woman who calls Pizza evil, and eating it is KILLING your body. There was no forgiving of any kind when it came to occasionally snacking on junk or eating one hamburger at all...you can't quit food cold turkey lady. After a month of staying food healthy, I'm ready for the class to be over and I've reverted back to old ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxNsl2VbcFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0GwVc3cbDbc/s1600/HippieBS5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxNsl2VbcFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/0GwVc3cbDbc/s400/HippieBS5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409786974898450514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just don't give a shit about what SHE thinks and I'm gonna do what I feel is best to my health they way I need to. I don't want to be a junk food slob, or eat fast food five days a week, I've gone beyond the point of finding that type of diet appetizing anymore. But I don't need her HIPPIE BS. By the end of the semester now that things are rapping up she's getting into a better state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxNse_hqXCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tBoimf-hdlE/s1600/HippieBS6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxNse_hqXCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/tBoimf-hdlE/s400/HippieBS6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409786857106594850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I would've LOVED to get out of this class, other then the clichéd "eat healthy and exercise" babble health people love to spew, are more tips about being Socially and Spiritually healthy. I get environmental and mental health, two things that aren't hard to do, but what I'm really lacking in is social health. I'm not good at meeting new people, or being friendly to just anyone. I'm always conflicted with a fear of non-acceptance when it comes to meeting people in person, and being able to communicate basic things like my name to fellow classmates is hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I don't feel like I learned anything that I couldn't find on-line or I didn't already know. Got to take the class to graduate though...only reason I stuck to it. guess in the end I can say I came out stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1968094578681867344?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1968094578681867344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1968094578681867344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1968094578681867344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1968094578681867344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-of-hippie-bs.html' title='Last of the Hippie BS'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxNsrn4jhoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/xFUIiKaLCB8/s72-c/HippieBS4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-955445417711424640</id><published>2009-11-27T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:30:01.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Projects'/><title type='text'>Health and Hippie BS 2</title><content type='html'>Two more pics that I'm working on for the school project. I really feel like I'm just BSing my opinions now...What a load of crock these pics are turning out to be. What ever, think she won't be able to tell that this isn't who I am...maybe they are and I'm LYING to myself about it...oh well. I'll be happier once the class is done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxDQfwkh79I/AAAAAAAAAeI/A-zsJa4y-bw/s1600/HippieBS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxDQfwkh79I/AAAAAAAAAeI/A-zsJa4y-bw/s400/HippieBS2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409052396504608722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxDQzy1fHXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xNNt8zfW_uY/s1600/HippieBS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxDQzy1fHXI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xNNt8zfW_uY/s400/HippieBS3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409052740709981554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tell you more about what the class is about, but frankly I've ranted so many times about it to friends, you don't need to hear it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-955445417711424640?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/955445417711424640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=955445417711424640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/955445417711424640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/955445417711424640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/health-and-hippie-bs-2.html' title='Health and Hippie BS 2'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SxDQfwkh79I/AAAAAAAAAeI/A-zsJa4y-bw/s72-c/HippieBS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1451118836670921305</id><published>2009-11-22T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:25:41.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Edd and Eddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Screen Grabs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Wain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom and Jerry'/><title type='text'>Expresions I Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoV3IZYGuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ogUfnVSYo74/s1600/IchabodC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoV3IZYGuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ogUfnVSYo74/s400/IchabodC1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407158339502611170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoWCSrB8_I/AAAAAAAAAco/8kXVzCXhHgo/s1600/Wainy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoWCSrB8_I/AAAAAAAAAco/8kXVzCXhHgo/s400/Wainy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407158531239572466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoWGFoeB4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/lnz-fPrbChU/s1600/HepcatFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoWGFoeB4I/AAAAAAAAAcw/lnz-fPrbChU/s400/HepcatFace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407158596458645378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my main goals in art is to try and achieve this level of intimacy with my drawings. While he might be a player, the expression here is quite soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoW3Zx_SCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/AY0uz5EyXgU/s1600/AnimeFace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoW3Zx_SCI/AAAAAAAAAc4/AY0uz5EyXgU/s400/AnimeFace1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407159443680872482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vs. the face of a complete pervert...Don't know the name of the anime of this but the sequence is quite funny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGCZLhCeR1E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoXvsB7h3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/a1iUJMCWT3g/s1600/StevenC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoXvsB7h3I/AAAAAAAAAdA/a1iUJMCWT3g/s400/StevenC1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407160410652247922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoX5wJUQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/hqdWFmcK9AE/s1600/TJ_Diaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoX5wJUQ9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/hqdWFmcK9AE/s400/TJ_Diaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407160583555662802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DIAPHA!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Swocetj_R0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/maWyfAa5TtY/s1600/AnimeFace3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Swocetj_R0I/AAAAAAAAAeA/maWyfAa5TtY/s400/AnimeFace3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407165616563898178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwobPnymR4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/biEafyO4D_Y/s1600/EddyEdWuv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwobPnymR4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/biEafyO4D_Y/s400/EddyEdWuv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407164257804896130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This not only is cute, but look at how they're posed. They are in the same position and angle, and they work well together composition wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you liked this post say so and I'll do more like it.  Plus I might do a POSE post too because when looking for these pics I notice that some images I like because the POSE is good, as well as the good expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO wanted to give a heads up that I'm going to post some NEW characters here. Well they're not NEW but they certainly are ones I havn't gone into as much as I should. I'm not sure when I'll have those blogs up but expect them in December. I'll have more time then once school is done...I'm still not sure if I'm going to school next semester anyway but at least I'll be working more if I don't. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1451118836670921305?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1451118836670921305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1451118836670921305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1451118836670921305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1451118836670921305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/expresions-i-love.html' title='Expresions I Love.'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwoV3IZYGuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ogUfnVSYo74/s72-c/IchabodC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1847766049283884951</id><published>2009-11-19T22:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:27:31.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Projects'/><title type='text'>How to Please Hippies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwY-JISLPII/AAAAAAAAAcY/WqR29diqQqQ/s1600/HippieBS1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwY-JISLPII/AAAAAAAAAcY/WqR29diqQqQ/s400/HippieBS1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406076729268321410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to please a hippie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Make it green. Somehow it needs to have the color green in it.  Its not about "going green" but green has always been someone hippies love...maybe it's the color of pot but not all hippies are pot smokers but somehow they still love the color green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Make your reds hearts because if they're not hearts they're fire, and fire is bad because it kills green things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretend to care about what they have to say. If you don't agree with what they say, you can still warp the things you like into something they would agree with.  I like pie, so instead of buying a SeraLee frozen pie, I would tell them I would LOVE to grow my own food to make that pie. This is true for me though but still, point remains, if you say you're not going to support big business they might just leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are three things to help you deal with a naggin hippie.  Part of my reason for saying this is that my school project is for a health and wellness class...and I happen to get miss proactive. Sure she's won me with guilt trips and the whole you're killing yourself with each peice of chocolate you eat...but to assign a project telling us NOT to cater to her and at the same time, showing us examples of previous projects she didn't think was A material (all of them fitting the cirteria) . It's like I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;to BS the whole thing to get an A, which means I'm not being true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was up to me my project would this long:&lt;br /&gt;I understand everything this class has taught me about health and wellness.  The fact is, I can't control EVERYTHING that life throws at me. Death is a part of life, and while I'm not going to intentionally cause my own death faster, I'm not going to be rolling in my grave regretting all the fast food I ever ate. I will say "God I LOVE Chicken McNuggets!" The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZHeS8hZMW0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WZHeS8hZMW0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1847766049283884951?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1847766049283884951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1847766049283884951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1847766049283884951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1847766049283884951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-please-hippies.html' title='How to Please Hippies'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwY-JISLPII/AAAAAAAAAcY/WqR29diqQqQ/s72-c/HippieBS1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-7483325869391013489</id><published>2009-11-07T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:21:38.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UPA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commission'/><title type='text'>UPA WIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvZo6Q-g7RI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9jyMFZGS_WI/s1600-h/GrowFood_wip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvZo6Q-g7RI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9jyMFZGS_WI/s320/GrowFood_wip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401620153276362002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So a local group of garden folks want me to do an instructional comic for them.  I pitched a UPS style but before they want to commit to anything they wanted to see a style. This is a very rough sketch of what I want to show them.  I'll clean this up later but you can watch how it progresses here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvvHFcC-fUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KQB4ANy-KXk/s1600-h/GrowFood_wip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvvHFcC-fUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KQB4ANy-KXk/s320/GrowFood_wip2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403131074202991938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a newer version.  I might end up getting rid of the girl but here you can see how the guys have been cleaned up and updated.  Think in the compositionally I need as little elements as possible and add the girl in the main body of the comic later. The lady will be used somewhere else too...this is just a rough showing the style and I hope the clients get that much...need to finish it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwOtqwXiikI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I4-80RI9CI8/s1600/GrowFood_wip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SwOtqwXiikI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/I4-80RI9CI8/s320/GrowFood_wip3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405354927824472642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah so here is another update on this...but sadly each new version gets less interesting.  I just want to get it done to show them because THIS is not being paid for it's just a sample I give them to let them see what I plan to do. So I SHOULD give them as little as I can and make them want more.  Hopefully this decision won't discourage them...I also hope that they're not expecting me to give them a full comic without the promise of pay...either way PLEASE give me your comments on this. I need some feed back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-7483325869391013489?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7483325869391013489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=7483325869391013489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7483325869391013489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7483325869391013489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/upa-wip.html' title='UPA WIP'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvZo6Q-g7RI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9jyMFZGS_WI/s72-c/GrowFood_wip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-5224107956795890861</id><published>2009-11-06T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:26:27.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Eddie Eel Sketches again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvRyvH4hgcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7CsFNrhovAw/s1600-h/EE-cutecurious.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvRyvH4hgcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7CsFNrhovAw/s400/EE-cutecurious.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401068007019610562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I forgot what is was like to draw again.  It was like I needed a week off not to do anything new, even when I had stuff to do. Two nights in a row just kinda doing nothing but Internet surfing, looking for inspiration.  Came up with the notion that Hanna Barbara stuff gets more credit then they deserve, but when I hear things like this, I know they WE'RE doing shit far more worse then they could&gt; http://www.cartoonbrew.com/cgi/live-actioncg-yogi-bear-sounds-like-a-boo-boo.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little unsure if my Halloween ep was a succsess because I didn't seem to attract more attention then I usually do on these things.  It's a bit of a bummer not to get HUGE waves of love but the little I get is walays appreciated. In the end I think a lot of people loved it but didn't have time to comment...Regardless of that I knew I needed to hop back on the wagon and finish up pics and start a new. So this is a blog just to show some things I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvR0DRx4l8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/U7Y0Xv1BVuo/s1600-h/EE_triosilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvR0DRx4l8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/U7Y0Xv1BVuo/s320/EE_triosilly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401069452785129410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to expect in the furture:&lt;br /&gt;More different orginal characters.&lt;br /&gt;Some UPA styled art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvR4E2Gb5aI/AAAAAAAAAb0/geeio4UsUHo/s1600-h/ee_sillyjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvR4E2Gb5aI/AAAAAAAAAb0/geeio4UsUHo/s200/ee_sillyjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401073877761385890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found a new Moog Band to enjoy but sadly they only have two albums. Enjoy the next big Youtube hit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3xAeTmsJfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3xAeTmsJfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-5224107956795890861?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/5224107956795890861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=5224107956795890861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5224107956795890861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/5224107956795890861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/11/eddie-eel-sketches-again.html' title='Eddie Eel Sketches again'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SvRyvH4hgcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7CsFNrhovAw/s72-c/EE-cutecurious.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-1302646331969921181</id><published>2009-10-25T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:44:56.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gupler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plot Summeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Deep Sea Spooks - Halloween Ep Plot Summery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUfJo5ydqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ly9kqDFyCK0/s1600-h/EE_trioHalloweenFits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUfJo5ydqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ly9kqDFyCK0/s320/EE_trioHalloweenFits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396753978932491938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eddie and his pals have been setting up a huge Halloween party for the local Reef People to attend.  Eddie's home, a cave not far from the mainland of California, is a place where many reef fish are welcome to visit him in the Glee Room. This is especially true for the local kids in the area and Halloween night is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed dressed up as Bela Lugosi's Dracula and was serving the kids something to sink their teeth into.  While Ed loves candy and sweets,  he gives out fruits that you can dip into a different sort of sweetness: peaches and cream, peanut butter banana slices, and chocolate strawberries.  He&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUfUuyWrQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dKU9QBmWGe4/s1600-h/EEE-sweetTreats_ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUfUuyWrQI/AAAAAAAAAaE/dKU9QBmWGe4/s200/EEE-sweetTreats_ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396754169490484482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; asks that you take the fruit without the dips (despite the risk of getting egged or TP'd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen is a witch, but most kids aren't sure if she's really in costume. She gives the kids BUG treats; bug filled lollipops, gummy worms, and chocolate covered ants (Ed keeps sneaking the gummy worms).  Shark is a big time movie director, and he gives the kids chilled (Jell-O) monkey brains, chocolate dino eggs, and Reese's Pieces (Ed keeps sneaking the monkey brains too). Ed and Jen give Shark a hard time because his treats aren't that creative.&lt;br /&gt;Shark: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"They are TOO creativ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;e.  You're just out of the loop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"Are these Dino Eggs just Easter eggs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark just looks guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Ed and the Reef Folk have a gay ol' time near the surface, the fish of the deep are stirring and fuming. Gulper gathers a small group of fellow men and tells them about the gigantic amount of candy the reef people have. The hard working people of the deep deserve some of their candy as well, and if the Reefers won't give them treats, then the Spooks will give them tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the creatures crawl up from the depths to sneak up on the kids and houses of the reef. A few kids who were heading home after visiting Eddie's house are cut off by a group of Spooks.  The Spooks make scary faces at them and the kids run away.  They run until they find the local bullies and beg the bullies to take out the scary fish.  The bullies look at the kids and offer their assistance for candy but are interrupted by Spooks sneaking up behind them. They all run away to the one person they think can be scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at Eddie's house, Shark is running out of monkey brains and starts giving kids more &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"East...Easter Dino Eggs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: "Easter Dino Eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;Shark: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"Yeah from the Raptor Jesus&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The kids rush into Ed's house, scared silly, begging for Jen to scare off the Spooks.  The three grown ups look outside and see a nice crowd of deep sea fish gathering around Ed's place. Ed asks why the kids didn't run home first seeing how that would be the safest thing to do. Ed soon sees that the Spooks are just stalking outside people's houses and the police won't do anything because they're creeped out as well. Jen gets miffed at the kids thinking that she's scarier then the Spooks but she agrees to go out and give the Spooks a run for their money. Jen gets Shark to rush out of the cave with her and start screaming and yelling at the fish to go away. While a few run off, o&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SulALozQSzI/AAAAAAAAAac/Mu2ysfURGxE/s1600-h/EE_JenShark_scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SulALozQSzI/AAAAAAAAAac/Mu2ysfURGxE/s320/EE_JenShark_scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397916197055384370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thers stick around, not sure what Jen and Shark are trying to do (&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Hay wow that's kinda cool."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"I didn't know someone's face could d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;o that"&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark and Jen return feeling accomplished and are willing to assist to walk the kids safely home, until they feel a growing rumble.  They look outside the windows to see a large group of Deep Sea Fish coming over the horizon. Jen and Shark run back outside, trying to scare off the fish again but fail when the fish just scream at them. Jen and Shark run away with Gulper laughing at them.  He calls to the reef people to surrender all the treats in their house, or they're in for a terrible trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupUcXF3oQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iQ9pBZ69bzM/s1600-h/gulperspook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupUcXF3oQI/AAAAAAAAAa0/iQ9pBZ69bzM/s320/gulperspook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398219949568663810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside everyone assumes the worst.  Jen starts to file out her two week notice and bullies cry out for their mothers. With a grand plan and strong will, Eddie walks out of his house to face Gulper and the mob. Ed announces to Gulper that his mob of Spooks are not scary at all and he will take what ever tricks the Spooks can dish out if it means they leave the reef alone. Gulper asks if he's sure, and that once he's failed, they can have anything in his house (hinting at a few treasures that lurk deep in Ed's abode).  Ed agrees and dares Gulper's mob to do their worst. And thus the DeepSea Haunts begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3247397568-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://v64ndxw9.dns4me.com:7507/06-BlackMissionGoggles.mp3" allowscriptaccess="never" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="window" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" width="400" height="27"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Song is Black Mission Goggles by Man-Man. While the lyrics do not fit the theme the characters and what they're doing (the song does talk about cocaine use, not a kid friendly song) the intense sound and crazy beat should stir your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(NOTE: Please be be courteous w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ith this mp3, as it is hosted by a friend with sensitive bandwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;dth and asks that if th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;e traffic gets too crazy that I should take it down.  If you like the song listen to it once or ask me to e-mail it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; to you~Tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;nk you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SulAgcGcMUI/AAAAAAAAAak/gFt4wtgtUgQ/s1600-h/deepseaparade_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SulAgcGcMUI/AAAAAAAAAak/gFt4wtgtUgQ/s400/deepseaparade_final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397916554423447874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The monsters march up and around Ed. They pull on him and toss him around like a bean bag. These monsters play music solos with their guts, small fish grow up into large beasts, some create large web like tentacles. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupU3WWuXNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/sZn1q0fWv5U/s1600-h/EE_EdGlp_socked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupU3WWuXNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/sZn1q0fWv5U/s200/EE_EdGlp_socked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398220413227392210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish start to chew on the side of the TV screen while others dance and giggle to their haunting song. The spookier they are the crazier they are.  The madness doesn't stop, and Ed keeps his sanity. Gulper sees that the Eel is not breaking as easily as he thought, so he steps in during the confusion and smacks Eddie out of the mob deep into the caverns of the deep.  The mob ask Gulper if it was necessary to be so rough with him but carry on and laugh thinking that it meant they won. They continue to dance without knowing their pray is no longer in the heap.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupVE5ks_sI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mWLCAAd_PYM/s1600-h/EE_Edfailed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupVE5ks_sI/AAAAAAAAAbE/mWLCAAd_PYM/s200/EE_Edfailed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398220646019563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed lands deep below in the darkness of the deep. Shaken up from being punched out by Gulper, Ed sits and calls a defeat. From the darkness he sees small glowing lights come towards&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupaDyaaBeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/p4s3pZdplv4/s1600-h/EE_deepseakids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SupaDyaaBeI/AAAAAAAAAbM/p4s3pZdplv4/s200/EE_deepseakids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398226124475598306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; him. He cringes up thinking it's more of the giant fish, but to his surprise, it's a group of small fish dressed in cute costumes.  They look at Ed in mournful confusion, as if wondering if he can help them. Ed smiles and gets an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people back in Ed's home start to worry. Jen seriously starts to consider surrender and tries to offer one of the kids as a sacrifice.  The ghouls smash hard at Ed's doors, trying to force their way into his house.  Several spooks at this point start to wonder if they had gone too far, and ask Gulper why they still need to hunt for candy.  Gulper ignores their comments and pushes onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a large roar calls out from behind the mob.  Everyone stops and looks at the new large approaching mob from the deep. The Spooks start to get scared and quite down.  Gulper gets terrified as he sees Ed leading the group.  Ed announces to the new group, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Here they are, they've been up here this whole time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mob in a feminine sounding roar calls out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT!??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulper looks around at his mob and asks,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;" What is this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mob replies, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"It's our Wives..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies come up form the larger mob, scolding and beating their husbands, telling them it was wrong to be stealing candy from other people. Why would they need to steal candy when they should be tricker treating with their kids like normal parents?  The men point to were Gulper was standing, saying it was his idea to take the candy from the rich reef folk. Gulper however, manages to sneak away back to his mansion in the deep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SulB6nuVXZI/AAAAAAAAAas/8b2UCRnLUHs/s1600-h/EddieMonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SulB6nuVXZI/AAAAAAAAAas/8b2UCRnLUHs/s200/EddieMonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397918103731789202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wives start to get more violent but Ed steps up and tells them that it was ok. Halloween is about spooks and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; idea to bring them up to give the reef people a nice scare. The husbands look at their wives nodding their heads, but the ladies don't seem convinced. Ed then invites the fish into his house to share in his treats, just so long as they give back the candy they stole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ed invites all the deep sea children in his home to have a killer party with the other fish. In the end the reef kids and deep sea kids got along.  Ed looks to Jen and Shark to tell them how everything turned out so well that this party can last all night long but the two of them are dead asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to DMajorBoss for looking over this for the final edits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-1302646331969921181?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/1302646331969921181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=1302646331969921181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1302646331969921181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/1302646331969921181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/deep-sea-spooks-halloween-ep-plot.html' title='Deep Sea Spooks - Halloween Ep Plot Summery'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUfJo5ydqI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ly9kqDFyCK0/s72-c/EE_trioHalloweenFits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-6866855191135086381</id><published>2009-10-20T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:49:16.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep Sea Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><title type='text'>They're Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/St6sYMDzJAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FvhaXEEaJR0/s1600-h/spook_promo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/St6sYMDzJAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FvhaXEEaJR0/s400/spook_promo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394938935190430722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keep an eye out for creatures of the deep looking to steal your candy.  They're jealous of the reef people and they're coming up from the dark waters for some tricks unless they give them all their treats. So come back here around Halloween for a story and art of the spooky kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/St6tKDYiRZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/u45iCXq9BSc/s1600-h/deepseaparade_cuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/St6tKDYiRZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/u45iCXq9BSc/s320/deepseaparade_cuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394939791854945682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-6866855191135086381?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6866855191135086381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=6866855191135086381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6866855191135086381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6866855191135086381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/theyre-coming.html' title='They&apos;re Coming...'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/St6sYMDzJAI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FvhaXEEaJR0/s72-c/spook_promo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-7825784586036689546</id><published>2009-10-15T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:22:09.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenny Nix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shark'/><title type='text'>Eddie Sketches_Just to update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgQsKuL5OI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9iom-aJxrlk/s1600-h/EddieloansomeCurl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgQsKuL5OI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9iom-aJxrlk/s400/EddieloansomeCurl.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078904754529506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I did of Eddie. Just to get a new blog post up. WIPs in here mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgOKFtCbdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/JCALHvaEH14/s1600-h/EddieloansomeCurl.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgPocy7E6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iukWG2vF4NY/s1600-h/EE_Eddie_Cloths2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgPocy7E6I/AAAAAAAAAYc/iukWG2vF4NY/s200/EE_Eddie_Cloths2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393077741375132578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgPvDOmHyI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0OQOooA4OdM/s1600-h/EE_Eddie_crazyeddie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgPvDOmHyI/AAAAAAAAAYk/0OQOooA4OdM/s200/EE_Eddie_crazyeddie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393077854770962210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgP1DWEcXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/azvWAnETZN8/s1600-h/EE_WIPs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgP1DWEcXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/azvWAnETZN8/s200/EE_WIPs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393077957881524594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgP8mlmc8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XZhe5DiXldI/s1600-h/EE_trio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgP8mlmc8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/XZhe5DiXldI/s200/EE_trio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078087600993218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgQgCC0f5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/7tNth8v-BZk/s1600-h/EE_nessieRough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgQgCC0f5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/7tNth8v-BZk/s200/EE_nessieRough.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393078696266727314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessie in these sketches here, is Eddie's girlfriend. While at 1st we only hear Ed talk about her and act like her (like he talks in her voice to himself), she IS a real person, though for a while we assume it's just something Ed made up.  I'm still working on the character design, but tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-7825784586036689546?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/7825784586036689546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=7825784586036689546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7825784586036689546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/7825784586036689546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/eddie-sketchesjust-to-update.html' title='Eddie Sketches_Just to update.'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgQsKuL5OI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9iom-aJxrlk/s72-c/EddieloansomeCurl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-6892031992412302599</id><published>2009-10-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:07:59.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Markers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cave paintings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookmarks'/><title type='text'>BookMarks WIP</title><content type='html'>Hello people, I am in the process of working on stuff to make more money. There is a local festival where I live and my mom proposed we make bookmarks of our native American symbols to laminate and sell there.  So here is a WIP process of how I'm working on this. Keep coming back to this page to see how the process gets more and more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsmz9KafwhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsmz9KafwhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These symbols are NOT the original cave painting figures. My mother makes a good point about this, that you shouldn't use the exact cave painting because these are religious figures and drawings and we have NO IDEA what some of them are supposed to mean. Sure there are some obvious drawings like dolphins and coyotes but for the most part if something is headless, don't paste it on the wall of your building. So most of these things here are things I've made up to look like t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Ssw0P2jg2dI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2QkoMh_R2oA/s1600-h/nativebookmarksWIP1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Ssw0P2jg2dI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2QkoMh_R2oA/s320/nativebookmarksWIP1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389740301002791378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hings from our cultures caves, but none of them are 100% exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures tell stories. The 2nd one is not finished but see if you can guess what's going on (those people are walking over a rainbow bridge). None of these stories are evil or scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StLC1jkWKYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/nNORRYB432A/s1600-h/nativebookmarksWIP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StLC1jkWKYI/AAAAAAAAAXM/nNORRYB432A/s200/nativebookmarksWIP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391585929252448642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Page here shows what I do to draw these things.  I drew the images I wanted to used a light to color the image in reverse on the clean side of the page.  You're seeing the back side of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StLDUkJNYPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/QMqojuwSkpA/s1600-h/NativeBookMarks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StLDUkJNYPI/AAAAAAAAAXU/QMqojuwSkpA/s400/NativeBookMarks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391586461983006962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the final images.  There are a few things I need to finish up with photoshop and I'm still waiting for my mom to add descriptions of the images.  I'll get it cleaned up and more prepared for print. Tell me what you think so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgNoX58xvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ywur1DaYVS4/s1600-h/NativeBookMarks_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/StgNoX58xvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Ywur1DaYVS4/s400/NativeBookMarks_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393075541039171314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the image with the text for each image.  If you can imagine that they'll be two sided, with the text behind it's image.  I know it might be more expensive but I made them color coated so the printer won't mess it up. Tell me what you think. There will be a DA version later, but you see the complete one here.  I'll give you an update if I'm selling them on-line anywhere and if you want on. They will be lamented, and if you want one snail mail I can guess the whole thing might be 5$ each total (that includes shipping)...that is if we get a good deal from the print place 1st off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning this is a big file size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-6892031992412302599?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/6892031992412302599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5605269884211699827&amp;postID=6892031992412302599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6892031992412302599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5605269884211699827/posts/default/6892031992412302599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/2009/10/bookmarks-wip.html' title='BookMarks WIP'/><author><name>Annie-Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06018785192067088406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SuUDITAgzbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/YRqaWa7XmyE/S220/mickeymouseicon_12.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Ssw0P2jg2dI/AAAAAAAAAXE/2QkoMh_R2oA/s72-c/nativebookmarksWIP1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5605269884211699827.post-5963126061355887360</id><published>2009-10-05T11:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:21:30.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Character Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie Eel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gupler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Gulper Eel Need Design Help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sso9jdYoqfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CvTxpS22eO0/s1600-h/EE_Gulpe1r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/Sso9jdYoqfI/AAAAAAAAAW8/CvTxpS22eO0/s400/EE_Gulpe1r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389187583494892018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, it's Halloween Month and my main villain isn't even complete yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gulper, he is the main antagonist for Eddie Eel. He is from the south...deep south...in the ocean..yeah duh but he does have a thick accent. What I'm having problems here is that I can't seem to find a good design and make him as flexible and fit in with the other characters.  While stock characters seem to flow out on the paper for me, Gulper however is stuck in the development stage, villains always seem to want give you a hard time don't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designs at the bottom of this page are close to how I want him but it's not fluid looking enough. A good villain needs a good design and I think when I did these bottom ones I was being to accurate to a real animals forme and forgot how to cartoonify it. Either way I just seem really lost.  Love to get some feed back on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What works, what doesn't?  Should I make him look more like a real gulper eel or should I kiddify him more? Neck too long or not long enough? Head too big or not big enough? What type of "hair" should I give him or does he look better bald? Give me your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to give you an idea of what type of villain he is I'll give you some youtube vids...think less singing though. 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The image below relates mostly to stuff from the 1st part because Koshi only appears once in this story, but I figure I'd draw what I figured he's look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SsWHzFnbswI/AAAAAAAAAWc/oCf7xEKDyIA/s1600-h/EE_JenKoshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SsWHzFnbswI/AAAAAAAAAWc/oCf7xEKDyIA/s400/EE_JenKoshi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387861840969315074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing the story Ed and Shark take some serious thought about who they thought Jenny was. Shark was not aware of any of this and Ed wouldn't have asked, but he was not going to let those things stop him from taking Jenny as his Director. Ed knew Jen needed help, but this story gave him more of a reason to not give up on her, to help her become a better, happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed was then called up to the stand and was asked how Jenny performed her tasks. Ed truthfully said every nice thing he could say about her, and even used her negative attributes as a way of making Jen's purpose on the show useful and helpful. The Council was silent for a while as they wrote down what Ed was saying. Without them asking, Ed made his grand proposal to be Jenny's caretaker. No matter what their decision was, he would be there to guide Jenny on the path of righteousness, as her purpose in his life means more to him than just someone who works on his show. They thank Ed for his words, but Ed interrupts once more with a few more grand words about who she is.  Jenny is seen fuming in her chair as the bailiff is needed to remove Ed from the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call Shark up to the stand and he gives his two cents and makes public note that everyone that called up before were not the right people to be asking to judge the work efforts of Jenny. They inform Shark that it's about what she was supposed to do and if she wasn't doing her job right then they have to ask the people who were in charge. Shark takes those comments personally and starts to rant off a list of terrible things each of the other people in the court were doing. The Council just points the bailiffs to Shark and they take him away. Jen smiles a bit to see Shark stand up for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Council announces their decision: while the current situation provides Jenny with a job involved with children's entertainment, she has failed to maintain a more useful position in child care up to this point and her choice of friends and employers shows she still lacks the positive atmosphere needed to give said children the correct care. Therefore, she must be removed from this position and placed with our facilities until further notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash, Ed swims up and snatches Jen out of her seat and dashes for the door. With equal quickness the Gods call out to close the doors before they can escape, and only manage to close on Ed's tail. The pain causes him to drop Jenny outside the door but he regains his composer and picks her up to take her away again. Ed jets around the palace being chased by numerous guards, while Jen yells at Ed to stop this chase or the two of them will be put in jail. Ed spots a small opening in a drain pipe where he pops open in a flash and squeezes the two of them down it. The guards are overheard saying that the piping in the palace is huge and that they could end up anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally stop in a dark room, only lit by small blue lights and iridescent plankton. Jen grabs one and makes it brighter. She hits Ed over the head and scolds him for pulling her out of court. Ed just looks at her sheepishly and says that he wasn't going to loose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"All this over a stupid job, Ed. It's my job to make you look good and you're not helping."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"I confessed to the Gods that I would be your savior, Jen, and it is my duty to save your life. It's not fair for them to take you away.  Your place is to work with me, ‘cause I'll make YOU look good, no matter what.  I’ll help to put you on the right track."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen pauses and looks at Ed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Was it worth your tail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Oh that, heh, the pain will go away soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"Yeah but it's not going to grow back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt; Ed brings his tail to his face and he sees it was chopped off by the door slamming on it. He screams and breaks out into a fit of hysterics, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"AHHh, I thought it just slammed on it! This isn't fair! WAAA!!"&lt;/span&gt; Jen shakes her head and gets up to look for a bandage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she's walking around she starts to feel that the ground isn't really solid in some parts. The farther she looks down the way the more she sees that the light stops dead at a certain point but can't make out a wall. She goes back to Ed who's a slobbering wreak and she ties up his tail, looking around to figure out where they are. She tells him that this is what she’s had to deal with her whole life. "They weren't going to send me to jail; I was just going to work here until they found a job for me again. But thanks to you I AM going to Jail." She picks him up and they walk away from the dark side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farther they walk, the less Jen thinks they're actually getting anywhere. It’s as if the floor keeps pulling them back closer to the darkness. Jen asks if Ed can swim with the two of them like he did before, but he's nearly passed out from crying all over her head, and doesn't answer with anything she can understand. Jen sets Ed down and grabs a handful of Plankton and shakes them up to glow brighter. She blows them toward the dark side of the room and sees the details more clearly.  Most prominent are a large set of teeth and tentacles sliding in and out of a large mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen doesn't panic but sees that the best way out is to not walk on the tentacles (hard to do when they swish all over the place and it's dark). She picks up Ed again and quietly takes them closer to the brighter side of the room. She starts to see huge piles of trash under vents like the one they came through. The brighter it gets the less tentacles are floating around the floor and the happier she gets. She sees a door at the end of a tunnel, a few blinking, red lights over the frame.  She runs up to the door, but the red lights stop blinking and a large groan roars from the back of the tunnel.  Ed wakes up to ask what the noise was and Jen replies that it was her bowels, "They just released everything." Large fans are activated and start pushing in fresh water.  A large suction starts to drag all the trash and garbage towards the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen runs t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SsZKm92a2QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3eqGkKVwveY/s1600-h/JennyBubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SsZKm92a2QI/AAAAAAAAAW0/3eqGkKVwveY/s200/JennyBubble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388076037493676290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;owards the door, trying to get Ed to grab onto it, but the suction pulls so quickly on them that they're caught in a whirlpool. They spin around the room as more tentacles begin filling the walls.  Still holding onto Ed, Jen sees a vent that, if she can grab onto, she can push Ed into it. They roll past two vents, missing both, before Jen grabs onto a 3rd one. A tentacle quickly slides around her hand, but she blows a bubble beam at it and it slides off. Jen pushes a motionless Ed into the vent just before the tentacles slide over the vent, blocking him from being pulled back out from suction. Jen looses her grips but meets the Charybdis face to face as it sucks her into its gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red light over the door on the other side of the room turns green and the tentacles slide back to a normal position. Ed, still knocked out, falls out of the vent he was tucked in and wakes up from the fall. Two guards come in to look over Charybdis and assist Ed out of the room. Ed calls out to Jen in panic, terrified at what he assumes had happened.  One guard calls out how something seems to be upsetting Charybdis, but Ed doesn't stay long enough to find out what. They take Ed back into the court room where he's scolded by the guards for the disruption, but Ed gets mad at them back, saying that he meant every word he said and they disregarded every feeling and truth he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poseidon’s anger becomes quite apparent, but Ed does not shudder under his might. The two guards come back in with Jenny in their arms, saying that she had blown herself out of Charybdis's stomach.  Jenny looks around smugly, "1,000 years of digestion, meet 1,000 years of indigestion. I gave that wench an ulcer." Poseidon becomes even more furious at this and is about to blast the two of them off the Earth until Rhode interrupts him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, we're making such a huge fuss over something so simple, I know you hold a grudge, but this is my case and I feel that, if she worked with this Eel, it might be the most appropriate punishment. Look at how angry he is making you right now. That pain can be felt on her side, can't it? Plus the Eel has already vowed to watch over her, so I think we can trust that his persistence won't fail us. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swims closer to Jenny who just turns her head in shame. "You saved this Eel back there didn't you?"  Jen nods and Rhode asks why. "Well, he just got a show, and if he were eaten, that’d be a waste of money for the studio." Rhode looks at her, looking for a better answer.  “And there are also a lot of kids that like him, so it’d be sad for them if here were to be gone.  No one would really miss me." Ed calls out from behind, "I would!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhode allows the court to adjourn, with Jenny going back to work with Ed...but only on the condition, upon Jen's request, that Ed get his ta&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SsWIp0bTgoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QJqemmME5Jk/s1600-h/EE_triosketch_crap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q73UWA0yRnw/SsWIp0bTgoI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QJqemmME5Jk/s200/EE_triosketch_crap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387862781247849090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;il back...just to stop him from crying about it. On the walk out of the court room the three of them playfully banter to each other. Ed says he would've cried more not having Jenny around, and Jen just blushes. Shark grosses out about her and Koshi having dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"That means the two of you kissed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"When you date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; someone you do more than just kiss."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"EEEW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"EEE, we’ve gotta fix that with you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5605269884211699827-9107571222336402932?l=dontpokesmot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontpokesmot.blogspot.com/feeds/9107571222336402932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=
