Brooklyn Rabbit
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Sunday, July 21, 2013
The Best Drawing I Ever Did Do
Hello, people in Germany. (You are the only people who always read this weird web comic. Vielen dank!)
Anyway, even though I'm a writing major, they make us do real art class stuff for at least a semester, so I took drawing because, let's face it, internet, I needed some tips.
So here's what my final looked like. Guess what it was about.
Hi! I am a City Rabbit.
I used to be a Field Rabbit, but it was very cold and boring.
So I decided to move to one of the biggest cities in the world.
I needed a place to live, and when I found a big park in the middle of the city, I was very hopeful. It was there I came across a Mountain Lion.
So I went into rabbit defense mode...
Anyway, even though I'm a writing major, they make us do real art class stuff for at least a semester, so I took drawing because, let's face it, internet, I needed some tips.
So here's what my final looked like. Guess what it was about.
Hi! I am a City Rabbit.
I used to be a Field Rabbit, but it was very cold and boring.
So I decided to move to one of the biggest cities in the world.
I needed a place to live, and when I found a big park in the middle of the city, I was very hopeful. It was there I came across a Mountain Lion.
So I went into rabbit defense mode...
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Cystimatic Dealings
Marissa Fish (Marfisha?) has told me to make these comics more accessible to people who don’t know me. Illustrated diary entries don’t always work, I know this. |
I got it “fixed,” but had panic attacks. Maybe not just because of the cysts. |
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Moving: Part 2
After living on Quincy for nearly a year and a half, my roommate, previously depicted as an Aye-Aye in my "New Family" post, was attacked inside of our apartment. Several voices of concern, including my own sanity, told me that I had to leave Bed-Stuy and never go back. Bed-Stuy might be a pretty safe neighborhood someday, but right now, the cheaper your apartment is, the higher your risk. The only problem was that I wasn't sure where would be the "smartest" place for me to go. Then, of course, El Tigre spoke up.
As if negotiating sublet contracts with my rigid landlords isn't hard enough, along with backpacking the necessities the six miles to El Tigre's apartment, renting a UHaul van seemed to be one of the hardest part of my journey. I tell you now, anyone who is reading it, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT rent a UHaul van from Clifton Ave under the BQE. For some reason, the employee behind the counter took an instant disliking to me. She seemed to think I was mocking her by smiling, probably because no one is happy to rent a UHaul. It took calling the UHaul headquarters and tracking down her manager in order for us to get a van, but they still charged us. I repeat, DO NOT use this branch.
Monday, May 7, 2012
Moving Part 1
When I was 18, I moved to New York. I started in the dorms at Pantas, but I had was a very liberal bunny and my roommate was one of those safe-yourself-for-marriage, constant-sober, Evangelicals.
I moved after a semester to another dorm because, obviously it didn't work out.
So I stared my second semester in an ugly dorm with a roommate who was obviously more chill about the fact that all of my morals weren't hers. |
I quit (was fired) for something (shut up, never mind) and moved into a fairly well-priced apartment in Bed-Stuy.) Things could only go up, right, brah? |
Sunday, April 8, 2012
W4 Easter Rabbit
El Tigre was asked to do a task by Tommy Wiseau today
When the job was done, Tommy said: "Great Jerb, Geeys."
And El Tigre and I headed home to watch the internet move.
We all know who the REAL Jesus/Easter Bunny/ Santa is.
Screw this holiday season, it's too weird and depressing without eggs and magic.
Love,
Easter Brooklyn Rabbit
So I thought that I would step up. I WAS the Brooklyn Rabbit, now I am the Easter Rabbit! A dirty grungy hipster-hopster who PRETENDS to not do the dirty grung thing! Lying is always good on A Dead Man Walked Out of a Cave Day, right, Goyim? Corse, El Tigre, my friend/male/boy, took some convincing.
After hiding the eggs for Tommy's keeds, we had to guard the eggs so that no other West Fourth keed got to them. We didn't have problems with ManBrattans, but we DID with the Squirrel City Alliance. They kept trying to nab our chocolate eggs and real eggs, then, when I tried to chase them away, they'd be all like, "Ah, fekk, dude, we just playin, we just playin." But they WERE NOT JUST PLAYIN'. I had to practically bite them, ridding myself of the vegetarian codes, to get them away.
When the job was done, Tommy said: "Great Jerb, Geeys."
And El Tigre and I headed home to watch the internet move.
We all know who the REAL Jesus/Easter Bunny/ Santa is.
Screw this holiday season, it's too weird and depressing without eggs and magic.
Love,
Easter Brooklyn Rabbit
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
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