I know I don’t have to say I love Scrubs; Turk and JD’s friendship is freaking amazing.
I wanted to draw this one on the style of Adventure Time, but failed. I still love the result, what the hell.
And something… different? weird? …? Bill Bailey is the Dalai Farmer. (I blame QI)
I always wanted to be ginger, but my hair doesn’t like it. Once I painted my hear red (not the right kind of red, tho) and it was a huuuuuuuuuuge mistake, it began to fall out and looked awful the second week. My hair is a weak bastard.
Oh, and don’t forget:
The Doctor: Am I…ginger? Rose: No, you’re just sort of…brown. The Doctor: [disappointed] Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I’ve never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! [Rose looks annoyed.] Ooh, that’s rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger.
“There!” said Ford, shooting out his arm. “There, behind that sofa!”
Arthur looked. Much to his surprise, there was a velvet paisley-covered Chesterfield sofa in the field in front of them. He boggled intelligently at it. Shrewd questions sprang into his mind.
“Why,” he said, “is there a sofa in that field?”
“I told you!” shouted Ford, leaping to his feet. “Eddies in the space-time continuum!”
“And this is his sofa, is it?” asked Arthur, struggling to his feet and, he hoped, though not very optimistically, to his senses.
Or Drosophila Melanogaster If you haven’t noticed before, I’m awful with titles.
Okay, context. I had to do a genetics experiment at school with fruit flies (Drosophila Melanogaster funny thing I still remember the… scientific name). It was a nice time to feel like a mad scientist. Maybe I didn’t feel like one, school wasn’t the best (And you probably knew it) except for biology class, we even open a brain, a freaking brain! (Cow brain or something like that).
Some extra silliness. Sweet Rassilon on a bike! and the Doctor Who/Star Trek crossover comic.
And snails, I may be molluscophobic.
Last week I went to the laundry room and saw a little slug and I was too scared to do something for three whole minutes. Aw yeah, I’m a huge coward, freaking irrational fear. Just FYI, I don’t like cockroaches either, nor bees.
And something silly. I blame Tim Minchin (And the celebration rave the Ewoks have at the end of The Return Of The Jedi)