True stories of testicular drama

Nash devised a comic based upon true events that actually happened to my scrotum! In my heady youth, I was the proud recipient of a viral infection known as epididymo-orchiditis.

Basically, in my second year of uni, I caught a nasty cold. My body, possibly as a form of revenge for me incessantly goading it with alcohol and improper sleeping patterns, decided to transmit my infection to my epididymus (the tubular structure where sperm congeals before it gets forced out via a urethral railgun onto my laptop monitor). And so began a torturous week of sitting standing up. Still to this day, I feel little twinges in my nuts whenever I'm a little under the weather or if danger is approaching.

So people, don't take your balls for granted - they could turn on you at any moment.

Anyway, people, I'm working on my acrylics still and should have something to show for it next week sometime.

Protagonists

So I will probably end up sticking that last one up on the site. Thinking about it, it fits the definition of what I consider a 'doodle' perfectly.

It's stuff like THIS that I'll keep confined to the blog.



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I think this one came out okay, all things considered. I mean, it's been lingering in my sketchpad for so long that it's managed to accumulate some suspicious looking smears and blotches (like anything that enters my life), and man, I really gotta do some work on backgrounds, but hey, I like it!

So hey...

...I'm twenty one, I'm living alone and I'm full of haughty pretensions which I've deluded myself are interesting enough to share with the rest of the world: It's high time I got the old blog back up and running!

It's been a while since I've used acrylics so I thought I would fire up that long dormant engine and churn something out. I'm toying with the idea of giving this one away, so anyone who wants a free scribble, let me know and I'll snatch myself a big envelope from work and wing it right out to yah!



I'm always thinking of rubbesque little captions like this throughout my daily life, drawing up doodles based around them, then thinking that they're not really suitable for WFHIT and just letting them stagnate in the darkest recesses of my sketchbook. But then I think, hey - what, if not for pushing your unwanted thoughts, opinions and creative endeavours on an apathetic pop-culture saturated public, are blogs for?

So yeah, if you fancy a crappy little A4 doodle, let me know. If not, I won't be too cut up about it.

I guess.