Another week's worth of my entries in Miller's 30 Day Drawing Challenge:Superheroes. (Not too late to join in!)
June 14, 2011
Open Photo Gallery
day 8: civilian identity: jake 2 as "traffic eye 1"
day 9: pistol packin' mona victorious
day 10: alien bill getting somewhere fast
day 11: the red crumb cowering in fear
day 12: luggo busting through a wall
day 13: hungrier hippo doing some heavy lifting
day 14: wind-x's opposite gender version: her-icane
Power corrupts: this is not a metaphor. And writers were instantly corrupted by the mad power of choice.
The muscular little charcoal birds, thirteen of them, were working, climbing, far above the mountaintops. Nearer the ground, the yellow canarini (they were actually much bigger than canaries) gave a sudden unanimous cackle. They weren't laughing at him, he realised, or not at him in particular. They were laughing at human beings. What was it about us that they found so funny?
We're birds! they were saying. And we fly! All day we do what you do in your dreams. We fly!
If you don't have time to drink 8 glasses of water a day, at least leave your mouth open during rain storms.
Is it Penny Arcade's mention of "El Shaddai" or the "lord of lords" idea leading to Duke Nuke'em "Hail to the King" ads on the Amy Grant song video?
Margaritas taste a whole lot better when you're not pregnant.