I have pretty odd memories of being handed booklets like this in elementary school and finding them tucked away in wooden periodical baskets during trips to the doctor. They were typically printed on cheap paper and featured rust-colored inks, bizarre cartoon characters created just to personify healthy teeth or cancer or drugs, and empirical statements that were presented in a convincing manner whether they made sense or not.
I wanted to use a very specific layout, color, and font for everything and if it hadn't been for Livestock's excellent "Thus Spoke Adventure" update I probably wouldn't have thought to lay it all out in Photoshop then chop it up. He's the wind beneath my wings and a shining star and a brick house and a dancing queen.
Drawing stuff for my updates is fun, and surprisingly Brushy came out exactly the way I wanted him to. I say surprisingly because usually when I sit down to draw, say, Jon Favreau I start off with his elbow but find that the elbow I drew looks exactly like a duck so I just finish that duck. I'm a decent artist but I've got absolutely no talent at visualizing what I want and following through with it. I would be the worst commercial artist ever because Oscar Meyer would commission me to draw a delicious hot dog for a billboard campaign and I'd give them an incredibly detailed painting of Che Guevara and Bill Cosby making out.
Actually, I'd be the best commercial artist ever.
The Amazonians value combat prowess and purity of spirit. By wrestling half naked, they pay homage to both virtues by displaying their battle-forged bodies while preserving as much modesty as their society deems necessary. The gelatin in which they wrestle is symbolic of the fluid nature of battle, a concept the Amazonians call ‘akgor-gra.’
Pros: Much more comfortable than my last toilet seat, which was a transparent resin with seashells embedded inside. The outer layer wore off from friction, exposing the sharp jagged edges of the seashells, which were constantly scrapping my backside and causing major cuts and open sores.
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