Saturday Morning Cartoon: Keep Drawing

keep drawing from studio shelter on Vimeo.

That’s as good a New Years resolution that I’ve ever heard.


Saturday Morning Cartoon: Christmas Edition!

Merry Christmas Eve everyone! Here’s a nice quick cartoon to get you into the FMLFTW holiday cheer!


Saturday Morning Cartoon: Rosa

ROSA from Jesús Orellana on Vimeo.

Alright, so this one isn’t cloy and bubbly and happy, but god damn is it awesome!


Saturday Morning Cartoon: Don’t swim after lunch

Don’t swim after lunch from Jens Blank on Vimeo.


Super Mario: The Opera

Huh, looks like today is filled with awesome geeky music!


Star Wars: Duel of the Cellists

Vader makes his musical debut.


Saturday Morning Cartoon: Welcome to Kitty City

Good morning! No better way to start your Saturday with the creepiest cat video on the intertubes!


FMLFTW Video: Poetry Night #video

So I do spoken word now. Here’s a video of me doing a performance for all you cool cats. Words located below:

Dear television
How have you been?
I know it’s been a while
My fault, I was gone with the wind

No not the movie
I was trying to be poetic
You know, like written in a book
Aw look, just forget it

I wanted to sit you down
And clearly state my case
To explain all my actions
Your screen to my face

I’m tired of looking at you
Bleary and slack-jawed
No I don’t want to watch Hoarders
I’d rather my arm was sawed off

And now I’m trying to speak
With our friendship at stake
But yet you choose this moment
To go to a commercial break

Look would you just stop and listen
I’m trying to say this right
Oh look a mute button
Finally, peace and quiet tonight

See, this is why we don’t hang
This is why we broke up
You never seem to listen
And won’t shut the fuck up


The Sith who Stole Christmas

I still have no idea what Vader died from. Hell, I still don’t know what Padme died from.


Of Mountains and Honey

So I performed a piece of poetry at an open mic earlier today. Here it is!

Words fall from my lips
Like snow on a mountainside
Soaked in the honey
From a jar held by a fool

Who am I to question
The wisdom of elders long past
Blind and faithful
I’m made from such soft clay

A sip of tea from their cup
Sweetened with that diluted honey
And when I kiss these words
It is with a silver tongue, I taste

“A fool doth think” the elders say
As the snow falls faster still
The mountain covered fully now
In the talcum from the sky

The wise man knows he is a fool
They continue with words long ago writ
I picture a queen’s court
But unsure who the jester is

And so words fall from my lips
Like snow on a mountainside
As written by fools
Spoken by the foolish
Yet at least honestly told