Part Deux

Second week of the animation class and...

OH WOW THAT GIRL CAN EDIT!

(that's what they're saying about me)

(all of them)

So just appréciez s'il vous plaît.

Flying Mustaches

I took a workshop on stop motion animation at Root Division in the Mission. There's no sound. Sing yourself something while you watch it.

Look at me mom! I'm an animator! OOOOOOOOOOOH WOWOWOWOWOWOOOOOOW! I'm finally cool.

(et c'est tout)

The Ballad of Stan

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A DEAD CLOWN IN AN ALLEY.

His name was Fiddles, Fiddles The Clown.

Nobody noticed him die and he laid rotting in the alley till his body bloated and someone called the cops or the paramedics, even though it was too late for that.

Anyway this is about Stan who only knew Fiddles in passing as a retched sot. So anyway... it was a lovely day in the summer...

... many clouds, lots of wind...

weather stuff...

... ...lots of ellipses floating about... ... ............

................ ..... .......... ...................... it was ellipses season apparently.....

Oh and underneath all that fecund punctuation nature was out doing its thing.

Making shit bloom.

Yeah it was nice.

Yet somehow, somewhere Stan lurked in the shadows. Aided and abetted by his child molesting friends Victor and Tuvak. Who looked a lot like Fiddles from the back.

Chapter 7

Behind Pink Doors

What's going on in there? Indoors... behind doors... behind pink doors?

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!

OH GOD NO!

it

was

porn

And then the Unabomber showed up...

and he said, "go away" to everybody because he was a grumpy jerk.

So they shut the door and continued to forget about the dead clown in the alley who had nothing to do with this story in the first place.

THE END

... and now some promo shots for "Stan or Satan"

(Oh so juicy!)

DOUBLE TAKE!!!

Arrest that man for handsomeness!

And back to looking at playboy, please notice the placement of the thumb.

(Not to give it away but it in the end of "Stan or Satan" it turns out he's Satan. No surprise there.)

Storypicturetime! Bring your own snacks and pillows for a post-recess nap.

the end of days or something epic-like

TRIBUTE TO ALLISON PUTNAM

DECEASED

Bye!

For our last collaboration Allison and I made tributes to our time in the midwest with our belongings. The type of stuff that we couldn't justify taking with us, and couldn't really give away, but still didn't want to just throw out.

So here it is:

My Shrine To The Dumpsters and Parked Cars and That Couple Who Gave Us Some Stuff They Didn't Want Because They Were Moving Away. Just Like Us.*

*Created and destroyed on the same day.

HAIR PLATE. Dead center.

(It's Claire and Allison's hair.)

Allison Putnam and I have parted ways. I to the West and she to the East.

Farewell my long time lover and collaborator. I will never forget that time when those two really beautiful young ladies (who were probably urban outfitter models) gave us the 'okay' sign from their very vintage car, I think it was a rusty/black VW Bug, but I may be making things up.

Why did they do that?

IT WAS BECAUSE WE ARE ATTRACTIVE.

(observe and be attracted)