As I mentioned before, I have been attending a weekly life drawing session. A number of my former colleagues at the animation studio also come to these sessions. Starting recently, we’ve been heading out to one of the local pubs to continue drawing, coupling it with excessive drinking. Here are just a few of the results of last night’s debauchery.
The first picture is of one of the attendees as a “Furry”. He made the mistake of mentioning that he finds Furries creepy. Showing that I’m not all bad, I did allow him to choose which kind of animal he would dress as. He is a beaver.
The conversation then shifted to Boglins. Boglins were a kind of disturbing hand puppet made of rubbery, almost life-like material. Kind of a monstrous Real Doll for children. One of the attendees admitted that he had begged for a Boglin for Christmas, but upon receiving one, he was too scared to keep it in his room. Boglin’s are not Madballs, nor are they Ugly Balls, the Bonkers equivalent.
One of the more militantly fair-minded of our crowd was put off by our supposed snobbishness towards those not familiar with Boglins, and he expressed his distaste with our alleged elitism by calling us “Boglin Aristocrats”. Shown is a picture of me as a Boglin Aristocrat, by myself with help from one of the other participants.
Near the end of the night, we began a comic jam, with each of us drawing one panel in a sequence then passing it along to the next person. It is a practice we all agreed will continue into the future. Contributors included Me, Tom, Jordan, Matt, Stephen, Mike and Jose. This is only two-fifths of the completed comic. The remainder would no doubt be considered obscene under the leadership of our new Prime Minister.
Great stuff. Looking forward to seeing more.
Which Royal Oak were you at? The one across from the University of Ottawa was my local when I lived there—Great place for a pint.
We went to the one across from Barrymore’s on Bank. Normally I hate pubs, but it was quite nice. Designated drivers get free drinks!