My Bruva Brian stopped over last night, as well as Sgt. Jericho Jenkins and the Biblical Johnathan Screwdrivers. We sat around, drank some beers, played vidja games for a bit. normal stuff. then we started coming up for skit ideas. just brainstorming, kicking ideas around, what have you, and so on...

this leads to exhagerated motions while describing certain scenarios, due to the alcoholic intake. insert props and wigs, and the fun yet awkward aesthetic becomes amusing and more over acting. Voices and grimaces created by all...

finally, the main event. drum rolls, spot lights, curtains open, the whole bit goes to shit when it's socks again. once you move past the dissapointment of footwear painted and pierced, you realize you and your buddies are making the puppet show. it wasn't really planned, but it took over everybody's attention, and became prime directive...

it's become it's own force, almost taking control whenever it feels like being created. it takes control of your thinkmeat, blanks out all but "puppet" "film" and "terror" until you have no choice but obey...

it needs a name, and it can't be sally. can't contain the words "show" "on the air with" "Bagoo"(unless that word becomes the title) or "The Book of". Thinking maybe "ankle" or "duck"...

oh, and Brian drew a picture of me and some friends...



and here's an older one of me and Juztin Oblivion...