Well, I'm back from my happy little corner, a little worse for the wear, but at least not as much as the corner was. Still not up to my full blown funny self, but getting there.
I have been surfing the internet a bit lately for a little inspiration for an animation I'm working on... and realized that I am such a dork. How much of a dork am I? I found this to be the funniest thing I have seen in a very long time. Read it through to the end... it only gets sillier.
I need a hobby. Or a girlfriend. Maybe both.
Oh, for those of you wondering about the end of Dizzy's San Antonio adventure, she got home safely, no thanks to Phred who nearly got them killed by stopping short in front of a very large tractor-trailer. To hear Dizzy tell it, she saw the truck's breaks lock, and could smell the burning rubber and see the smoke waft from the road as the driver tried frantically to stop. All that flashed through her brain was "please stop, please stop, please stop." Phred, for his part was apparently a fast enough thinker to gun the gas and swerve into the next lane and out of the way...
Without checking his blind spot, nearly causing another wreck.
In any event, they were both fairly shaken up, and stopped on the side of the road for a calming make-out session.
Okay... I made that last part up, but I have to live vicariously through somebody these days, I figure why not Phred? And while I'm living vicariously, why not embelish a little so that I also vicariously get some?
Sure beats watching TV.