The Tyrannical Grape
Hello and welcome to my fantastic blog of fantastic things which displays various items from my portfolio of nonsense.
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As I’m planning some animations revolving around my rhubarb-and-custard coloured crusader, Captain Custard Lightning, I thought I’d upload the concept sketches up here, so here are the first characters created. The Captain himself, his sidekick, the Powerful Apple, and his enemy the Evil Bobulus (pronounced Bob-you-luss).
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hello tyrannical grape, I deeply admire your work, and wish to get in contact with you at some point. Please give me the pleasure. All my love...
Asked by Anonymous
Yo momma.
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Who’da thought that John Proctor was actually a dragonborn? An edited version of la previous video.
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Post reblogged from CollegeHumor Staff Blog
I: Italy, 1474 AD
Me: Wow, Leonardo Da Vinci!
Leonardo Da Vinci: Yes, it is I.
Me: You rule! I come from the future, and in my time, you are known as a majestic artist!
Leonardo Da Vinci: Amazing! Tell me, what’s my greatest accomplishment?
Me: …
Leonardo Da Vinci: Are you serious, kid?
Me: The…statue. The naked one.
Leonardo Da Vinci: Yeah, that narrows it down. Prick.
Me: I liked you better as a ninja-turtle.
(Source: College Humor)
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My Martian Manhunter animation opening, soundless at the moment, but I’m rather proud, the cape took too long, though.
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Rehearsing Arthur Miller’s The Crucible with Jacob Butler, Jacob Hill and Eddie Branfield, but something tells me Jacob B got a little too into it…
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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
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The Fur Elise, William Tell Overture and anything by Dean Martin.
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Yes, as I slept I dreamt of chocolate
mountains which ruptured beneath my feet. And
from those deep crevises, grew the most
amazing of plants, yet when I woke, Ifound these plants to be new legs that had grown.
Shocked. Amazed. Even slightly appalled;
I looked upon this new body of mine.
Painted a luminescent green, with hugethick brown hairs spouting in all directions,
like tentacles around all of my limbs.
I fear for my life, what will become of
it? Am I to stay a wriggling, green mess?Am I to be forgotten, or ignored?
Trampled on by the boots of society?
No, I shall be a proud caterpillar!
I shall live on, always a memory.I wrote this poem out of both boredom, and also a sudden desire to write something different but gripping. An obvious inspirations is Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Perhaps caterpillars aren’t interesting. Maybe they’re dull. I think they’re funky.
