Bothersome

Here's one of my older books. Have at ye.

And again.

Here.
Sorry, no penis Hugh. You'll have to wait.
When I have my backlog up I'll be uploading my more recent stuff until I can eventually upload drawings as I do them.
Which would involve sunglasses and drawing really fast.
But I think I can do it.

Somewhat Questionable

Well, after a very long time scanning, I have the contents of one of my sketchbooks on the internet. Unedited (well I left out the redundant bits, like shopping lists... mostly) for your viewing bewilderment.
Please keep in mind that the thought of people seeing my sketchbook in its entirety never crossed my mind when I drew or scribbled this collection so all of these drawings are in various stages of completion/comprehension. I'd also like to add that there is an assortment of the compulsory "cock 'n' balls" scattered throughout, if you ever went to high school you should be very familiar with this.

Anyway the whole thing is pretty disgusting (not pornographic) and if you don't understand it then pretend it's art for a moment and when nobody is looking, have a secret wank.

*long sigh*
Here tis'

Screaming possums.

Right at this moment there are possums screaming and banging in the space above my head. Literal.
Well I'm late for the anniversary, but only Hugh cares.
I suppose I should start with a beginning... the possums have stopped screaming for now.
I really should go into the roof and block up wherever they are getting in. They sound like elephants when they run over the tin roof. Elephants running, not trumpeting; that would be strange...

I'm starting a new blog because such a great gap in time has passed since I wrote in my old one, and Tom told me the old blog was "emo"... and in all honesty it was a bit. (I couldn't bring myself to type "and in all honesty it was fucking emo")

But I can't hate myself for being emo, because then I really WOULD be emo and then it wouldn't just be the blog. So on with it.

I've never really sank into the blogosphere like Ben or Hugh. So if this is short lived and I wander off for something less green then don't assume I've died. As is wont on the internet.

I think in a way, I'd prefer a blog that looked like my sketchbooks. No discerning direction, but more true to what I think about all the live long day.

The next post will be a real one, I promise.

Happy Anniversary,
Medium Ben, Johnny Beehive and Legs.

Yours Truly, Standard Harry.

First

Hugh.