Question: Assume that there is no air resistance, calculate the probability of Bread C landing directly into Person A’s bag.

Answer: Apparently not zero.
Source: Life.

P.S. Yes, this could have been much, much worse.
P.P.S. I hate birds.

And that’s why I haven’t been blogging (wut).

True story.

Last night, I uploaded a rough, not-very-anatomically-accurate, digital sketch of the nosebleed-inducing Desire Demon from Dragon Age (NSFW) to my scrapbook, which is partially an excuse to draw naked women experiment to see if T&A on an unknown and otherwise empty dA account can really get the Mad Keen Hits™ Dee mentioned.

It’s been around 21 hours since I uploaded it and there are 32 views at the time of writing. Subtract the 2 comments/views and 5 possible views from the 5 people who read my blog, and taking diminishing returns into account… the resulting number should be a pretty accurate one of the Mad Keen Hits™ that scrap received on N days after it’s uploaded.

I marked it as mature content, by the way; you’d need an account to view it.

And then I realised that must be precisely the reason why I registered a dA account three four years ago.

Vickie, you dirty person!

Earn ku PPP, oob!*

Not shown: Kegel exercises.

There will be less/more/same amount of drawn crap once I get used to the graphics tablet. Maybe then my keyboard wouldn’t be keyless and my left arm wouldn’t be deformed and so on.

*Translation: Learn to PVP, noob!

*sniff*

I’m not crying; it’s my allergy. I have sand in my eyes. I was watching something sad just now.

Fine. I cried a little.

Comic starts here:

Bonus feature(?):

This is what my imaginary friend was going to look like. His name is Edward and he’s a celebrity chef. He was scrapped due to budget(???).

My Imaginary Friend, Edward

P.S. Oops, I accidentally put a cup over that paper.

P.P.S. If a video blog is a vlog, is a comic blog a clog?

P.P.P.S. This will most likely be the last clog of this style, because my graphics tablet should arrive next week! Yay!

I didn’t take out the pencil sketching. It’s called laziness STYLE.

Comic starts here:

Disclaimer: Vickiepedia does not condone murdering narrators.

From left to right: Dim Sim (uncooked); Dim Sim (steamed); Dim Sim (shallow-fried).

Say cheese! No, no cheese.

Shut up, Dim Sim (burnt shallow-fried).

Video 1 (Beethoven)

Beethoven(-lookalike) straggles down the street whistling (Beethoven’s) Symphony No. 5, one trouser leg shorter than the other. Camera zooms to his legs with noises of flies around, he scratches one leg with the other foot. Camera zooms up, his hair is grey and messy. He continues down another street and a passerby does a double take. A policeman approaches him around the corner and asks to check his ID card. Beethoven reaches for his ID, dropping his tissue, keys, more keys, coins and everything in the process, and hands the police the ID.

Narrator (while Beethoven is shoving all the crap he’s dropped back into his pockets): Beethoven was known to be a very messy person. So why do you think classical music is pretentious now?

Video 2 (Mozart)

Mozart(-lookalike) flamboyantly hops into a barbershop. He greets the barber by rubbing his face, laughs out loud as he reads a comic book and switches his wig with the toupee of the man next to him who’s nodded off.

Narrator (while Mozart is laughing and playing with toupee in mirror): Mozart was known to have a playful personality. So why do you think classical music is only serious now?

Video 3 (Schubert)

Schubert(-lookalike) is in a small and shared bedroom with two other men in their undershirts. All three men have no shoes on and are eyeing a pair of shoes in the room. They play rock-paper-scissors and one man wins. Schubert and the other loser look frustrated as the winner happily claims the shoes.

Narrator (while Schubert and the other man watch the person with the shoes walk out): Schubert was known to be completely broke. So why do you think classical music is something reserved for the rich now?

And I Say

And that’s classical music, seriously! I’m sick of people telling me that I have a refined, elegant, pretentious, strange or what-have-you taste in music. What I like is very much like what you like. If you (don’t) like it, you (don’t) like it. If you (don’t) understand the appeal, you (don’t) understand the appeal. It’s really just that.

Whoever came up with these ads should give themselves a pat on the back. Or quote this blog and redeem their voucher for a free hug/drink/more.