SHOULDN'T YOU BE WORKING?

My brain was bored.

Sue me.

CYCLESCHEME

I recently got myself a bike so I can cycle to work. Look how happy I am!

Trump l'oeil du Japonais

TRUMPUNZEL

Donald, dude, relax and let your hair down.
And don't sue me, bro.

"Happy Easter, bunts."

Election Special

What can I say about this motley bunch? If you're not familiar with Scottish Politics, quite a lot as it goes.
Going along the top from left to right we have: Iain Gray, Labour leader (meh); Tavish Scott, Lib Dem leader (struggling to show clear water between himself and Nick Clegg); (Gorgeous) George Galloway, Respect/Coalition Against Cuts; Patrick Harvie, Green Party leader (his heart's in the right place, dunno about his brain).
Bottom row: Margo Macdonald, Independent (doyenne of the Scottish Parliament, bauchle and thorn in the side of many); Annabel Goldie, Conservative leader (old-fashioned Scottish Tory [if you like that sort of thing and, yes, they do exist] and the ONLY personality in her party); Alex Salmond, SNP leader and current First Minister (stands head and shoulders above anyone else in his party in terms of ability and truly, madly, deeply wants to be President of Scotland).


Suffice it to say that on Thursday 5th May 2011 they all want your vote.
I say let them have it!

CARTOON CROW

Here he is! Or she. I'm not entirely sure. Cartoon etiquette dictates that any character with big eyelashes is a girl. But comedy bellies are reserved for boys. I'm just smashing through the cartoon gender boundaries here.

CHOOL CHARACHTERZ (sic)

Hey, Turtle Guy.
And Mole Guy, too!




This guy comes around on 25th June.
He magics into your house and, if you've been naughtie (sic again), he nicks all your toys and disappears up the chimney. Actually, he nicks your stuff if you're nice, too. He's...

Negative Santa

aka

Sualc Atnas

aka

Anti-Claus

or maybe it's burglars.

The ArtistGas Guide to the Human Brain: Part 1

The Mind-Bullet*

Nothing says, "I hate you." like a mind-bullet.

The BrainFish

Never mind all that "short term memory" bollocks, this is who's in charge of you forgetting why you went upstairs.

His job is to deliver thoughts. He drops them out his mouth when he breathes. Daftie.

The Stress Tentacle*

Don't suffer alone. Stress is a team-sport. Let 'em know how stressed you really are.

*Courtesy of the King and Queen of Monkey Island, respectively.

Artist Gas' Consumer Products for a Brighter Tomorrow

Chewable Whisky
Do not confuse this with whisky-flavour chews. This is important.


Bearbot
Pretty scary, pretty awesome. A bit too scary and awesome. So I shaved his arse.


The Ultimate Cellar Fly Trap
(with thanks to Bizzle at t'Wrens)
A glass of red wine with a lime wedge in it, covered in tinfoil with holes poked in it. And dog-faced spider snipers.
The Cellar Fly; for any publican these wee buggers are a pest. Always hanging around, getting up in customers' faces. No. No more. The tyranny of their yeast-based obsession must end.

The Oranges of Artist Gas

Prologue: For as long as I can remember all I have wanted to do is draw.
Here's me at seven years, in my Granny's living room rendering a ... what is that? A fire-engine, I think.
(My granny is making me an apricot jam sandwich)

Pencil and paper have been my most long-standing friends. Here is a blog devoted to my graphitey musings.

Episode 1: Questions

Modern technology is all very well but where are my jetpack and pet dinosaur?
Would a TV Herp-a-Derp dance contest be a ratings winner?