Day 120: Feeling Lazy Tonight

I'm still pretty happy with the result though. As I said, Gimp has a really nice ink tool.

Day 119: Feathered Dinosaurs

The masked Canuck returns to talk about creationism.

Pegasaurus

Day 118: Some discrimination is justified

In a lot of places, it's illegal for HIV+ people to knowingly infect others or have sex without informing their partner or something along those lines. I've just become aware that there's a small—but growing—movement to have these kinds of laws repealed worldwide, describing them as discriminatory.

How can people be this fucked in the head?

This doesn't really have anything to do with HIV, but the first time I saw a picture from an electron microscope of one of these types of phages, I actually felt a legitimate pang of fear.

Day 117: More Gimp

I though the bloke from yesty might get lonely if I didn't give him a mate.

Day 116: The Gimp

For the last few days I've been doodling in an application called Gimp. I haven't doodled in Gimp for a long while, and I imagine that once I'm over this little nostalgia trip, I won't use it again for another long while. It's not that it's a bad app for doodling, it's just that there are much better ones available these days. It does still have a really nice ink tool though.

Day 115: Fuckin' Shoes

Today I saw a young woman wobbling around as she walked and looked down to see she was wearing low healed shoes with soles that came down to a point/edge in the heel—effectively creating a shoe with all the drawbacks of heels with none of the benefits. What the fuck is wrong with people?

Day 114: Frogs give major political parties the boot

Looks like the presidency is going to be decided between representatives from a fringe nationalist party and a party that was only formed about twelve months ago.

Day 113: A visit from cousin Paul

So, I've got this cousin—let's call him Jim—who owns a pub out at Whoop-Whoop. He mostly employs family members, including his daughter—whom we'll call Leigh—and his nephew—whom we'll call Paul—who is also my cousin. Well, this weekend I had Paul staying with me. He spent most of that time sitting out on my patio, drinking rum and cola, and chain-smoking rollies. I spent most of that time nuking Jim's virus-and-porn-riddled work laptop. As I worked, we chatted.

Long way to come to get a laptop scrubbed.

Mmm, I was happy to get away for a few days.

Yeah? Why's that?

Ya haven't heard what's goin' on with Leigh?

Nuh.

Ah, she's all fucked up on wizza, mate. Keeps stealin' from the pub. Poor old Jim doesn't know what to do with her. … Oh, and she's supportin' this dead-shit lazy black bastard of a boyfriend who's even more fucked up on wizza. That's not helpin' things.

How long's that been going on?

The bloke or the stealin'?

Both

… Couple years with the bloke, I guess … few months with the stealin'.

Well, at least she's not pregnant. I definitely woulda heard about that.

Hmmmph. That'll be the next thing, no doubt.

Jim's not plannin' to give her the arse, I take it?

He hasn't yet, but I imagine he's gonna break at some point.

Hmmm. So what's the amphetamine situation like out there these days? I see it's all over the news here.

Ah, it's shockin' mate; every man an' his dog's pinging outta their tree there now. Mind you, that and the pokies are the only things keepin' the pub runnin' these days.

Hmm? Wha', ya mean the meth-heads are also heavy drinkers?

Ha, nah. Haven't ya heard about that one either?

'bout what?

Shit, cuz, you are outta the loop … Old Uncle Jimmy's the biggest dealer in town these days.

… What!?

Yep. No bullshit.

… … … fuckin' hell …

Although only about thirty five, Paul now looks like a man in his fifties. Grey hair and everything.

Day 112: Attack of the weird-looking fish-man thing

I told you not to expect much.

Day 111: Weird-looking fish-man thing

And don't expect anything better tomorrow. I got a rellie staying here this weekend.

Day 110: Thinking differently about God

Yum!

I found this Youtube channel run by a masked Canuck (sometimes he appears live and sometimes in cartoon form) who deconstructs religion (mostly Christianity and Islam). Listening to him, I think it's the first time I've ever thought about what it would be like if God existed as a literal physical being. I mean, imagine if God was a giant alien life form that floated around out in space, and had a telepathic power that allowed him to monitor everything that happened on Earth, including everything that every person was thinking all the time; and if any person broke his giant list of nonsensical rules—which included a long list of thought crimes—he would take them and put them in a special place where they would be kept alive and tortured for all eternity.

God is actually the most horrific sci-fi premise ever conceived.

Also, I really dig that accent … and the mask. Yeah, I've got a thing for masks.

Day 109: Logicked

Christ I'm being lazy with this. Anyway … FORESHADOWING!

Day 108: Quick & Easy

I'm feeling under the weather tonight. So all you get is this shit.

Day 107: Just couldn't help myself

She was meant to be a one-off joke (honest), but I liked her so much that I had to draw more of her.

For some reason, I can just imagine her hanging out with the monster from "Stranger Things".

Day 106: Happy Easter

Hope you had a good one.

Day 105: New theme for the foreseeable future

Yeah … just kidding.

Day 104: Pud Friday

All right, all right; I've got it out of my system now. I'll do something completely different tomorrow.

Day 103: The battle continues

I had so much fun with yesterday's pickie that I thought I'd ride this penis premise into the ground.

Day 102: Cock Fight!

See yesterday's post if you're looking for an explanation.
… just don't expect to be satisfied with it.

Day 101: 100 Days of Doodles

A doodle a day for 100 days, and—amazingly—I've only doodled about two doodles.

Let me know in the comments if you'd like to see more dongs in the future!

Day 100: This past week can go fuck itself

After last year, I think I just want to spend a solid twelve months at home.

Day 99: Only having a microwave to cook with can go fuck itself

One week of pasties and tv dinners—my pants barely fit and all I want to do is sleep.

Day 98: Digging up cables can go fuck itself

This one's probably self-explanatory.

Day 97: Windows 10 can go fuck itself

What kind of psychopath wants to use a tile-based interface with fucking ads in it?

Day 96: Apple computers can go fuck themselves

What kind of psychopath wants a mouse with one button and inverted scrolling?

Day 95: Hot metal shavings can go fuck themselves

Even managed to get them in my bra.

Day 94: Mud can go fuck itself

Reckon I might be getting just a wee bit fed up with cleaning up after flood-waters.

Day 93: Back on the road again.

And not exactly thrilled about it, either.

Day 92: Skull

Goin' a little bit Motorhead today

Day 91: Belly Wheel

In the Judge Dredd comic, competitive eating has become one of the most prestigious sports in the world. Many elite athletes get around with the aid of a "belly wheel". Possibly one of the greatest inventions seen in comics.