pog knows I sure NEED a wendell figure. I have lacked one this whole time and look at where it has gotten me!
where is Wendel? Hopefully Arkham Asylum if that is the best picture available.
Ironic that the topic should be presented like this because on every previous occasion that I saw Wendell I typically wondered where the other two chefs had gotten off to. My reaction has not changed and evidently this psychopathic artwork has not changed either. But maybe the story is bigger than Wendell and the only way to keep him from talking about his disappeared colleagues was to subject him to the same fate, whatever that was, or pack him away to a place where no one would hear his story.
so send this cinnamon toast creep there, too
what the help? does being near cinnamon toast crunch give people brain damage? or is that youtube?
or perhaps cinnamon toast crunch works to attract people who already have damaged brains
thankfully the purplish idiot is significantly easier to animate than the yellow one. I didn’t bother yet to include it in the previous similar updates but since it invades the yellow one’s personal space it is necessary to detail it to some degree and this just looked bad with only those parts filled in.
as before, this audio will likely be replaced. the small thing ended up having sillier, more pathetic movements here and later than I initially “planned,” since I hardly plan anything at all, and a meeplier voice may be in order.
now I need to prepare for the “art show” in october. relative to past years, I learned this week that I will supposedly only have 8 by 8 feet and far fewer neighbors, no opportunity to set up the space prior to the exhibition date, if I am even permitted to preview the space in advance, if I am even permitted to know where it is, and so my preferred tactic of overwhelming with quantity, to distract from my general lack of completed, appealing, cohesive or marketable work will not be possible. I had been rushing (if two weeks to draw six seconds qualifies as rushing) to improve the scrappy beet cartoon with the perhaps irrational expectation that I would be able to exhibit it like previously, which would have been extra important since I won’t have a new comic book, and I shall have neither. So I must determine what both can be had and what would be beneficial to have.
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addendoy: I obviously have not done much casual thinking about measurements lately; 8 feet is actually twice as long as I was imagining it was, and 8×8 is comparable to what I had in 2019, though setting up, exhibiting, and setting down in one session is still an inconceivable effort unless I scale back my expectations.
the entire bimshwel family is saddened to hear of the death of Queenie McBear. We remain inspired to learn lessons about individuality and friendship by your purple stretch pants and pierced ears. Would that we all could own a bicycle with as many speeds as yours.
I saw this sign briefly, from a distance, while driving [some weeks ago] and was momentarily worried it portended the opening of
a Shoney’s in the area. you know bad news is afootly when I, me, worry about a buffet joint,
since I have a stomach of steel and a chemical resistance to 1.5-star yelp ratings. A contributor to my shoney disinclination, surely, is my long-held disdain for Shoney Bear. On the next occasion I mentioned shoney’s, I also took issue with the Shoney Bear.
just about the most generic “generic character” character there is. red shirt, blue pants, and the mouth always, ALWAYS open like that. A weird buckety scoop a fraction of the width of the upper part with an unsettling red bean cradled in it.
Note how the “updated” version still is fundamentally awful, just more modern digital corporately-executed awful. The previous artist had to learn how to write the stylistic text of the restaurant name into the drawings but this one probably just copy-pasted it. I would consider the brown pants just SLIGHTLY less boring than blue pants, but the addition of red mascot shoes and an ugly baseball hat pushes it from “funny animal,” with human traits but living in a vaguely defined wilderness area and doing childish things, to “furry,” essentially a regular person with an animal head who does boring things like go to school and play mobile games or just exist in a white void, which is worse. And STILL with the mouth like that.
and here is a picture of somebody else asking me about the darn bear. It really transcends the dining experience.
kids apparently abuse mascots in general, which would be great if actual humans being paid minimum wages, and apparently starving to death and struggling to sit upright didn’t have to directly inhabit their costumes, but I am inclined to wonder if kids hate Shoney Bear specifically, or if it was just me who did, and if not, why not?
that can’t be it; where I come from, people put up signs that evoke Shoney’s, and also write web pages about seeing those signs.
ALSO I am aware that historically Annie Oakley, a fictionalized version of which appears in the film still I just showed, comes from Ohio, a long way from Shoney’s origin zone of West Virginia, but historically Oakley wasn’t a prancing nitwit who lost a shooting contest to a man on purpose so 1950s American patriarchs wouldn’t feel threatened either so I can imagine the movie version came from Shoneyland.
following from that, here is a bit more visual progress. This isn’t pretty but it looks much better than it did, and I think better than the six seconds before it presently do.