The Samurai With The Umbrella - Chapter 3: The Black Toenail
The Samurai with the Umbrella has a cursed right foot and is doomed to stub his toe every day of his life and to miss important penalty-kicks.
This toe-stubbing usually happens when he is carrying a big bowl of Udon noodles in the presence of a lady. However, on several occasions a timely trip has saved his life- like the time he was ambushed by The Sixteen Swordsmen of the No-Shadow Clan.
The Clan had him cornered in the marketplace and were closing in for the kill when The Samurai stubbed his toe on a piece of fire-wood and bumped into a huge tub of dish-water that spilled onto the chicken-seller's fire pit and created a huge fog of steam and smoke that allowed our hero to escape to the safety...
el samurai con el paraguas: capitulo dos - el pajaro azul
Why does a blue bird keep landing on the samurai's head? Where is it leading him? What is the best way to clean bird poop off of a wicker hat? Find out in the next chapter of the The Samurai With The Umbrella!
"habéis de saber que tengo un pájaro azul en el cerebro..."
¡Sí, seré siempre un gandul,
lo cual aplaudo y celebro,
mientras sea mi cerebro
jaula del pájaro azul!
ce reve ne m'appartient pas
I did this drawing on the drawing the train back to Montpellier from Barcelona. The words in french mean (i hope) "this dream does not belong to me".
Aside from the wonderful moleskin that Killy gave me at his wedding, this is the first moleskin sketchbook that i have ever kept. I have always wondered what the deal was with moleskins, and i was always a little wary of the slick, thick pages. But after keeping this one for a couple of weeks I may be hooked. The pages seem to love all sorts of ink...
Le Rhume
this fella and about 167 of his friends have been hanging out in my head for the last week...
Oh My Gosh Zoooooom!
Un superbicho es un bicho de ficción, cuyas características superan las del bicho clásico, generalmente con poderes sobrebichosos.
el polenito infeliz
El polinito infeliz… cuyos dedos buscan mi nariz…
que es un polenito?
segun lo que dice la cafeina la historia de los polenes sigue asi:
Érase una vez, la Diosa de las Flores fue seducida por el Dios de Los Narices. Pero el Dios de los Narices no era … noble … en su amor y pronto la abandonó...
Triste y abandonada la Diosa de las Flores contó todo a su papa, el Rey de los Angiospermas. El Rey no pudo contener su ira y declaró la guerra contra El Dios de Los Narices…
Desde entonces cada año los soldados del ejercito del Rey se forman en gran filas, declaran su lealtad y se lanzan al aire en busqueda de narices para atacar.
A los soldados del Rey, nosotros, los anarizados, les llamamos “polen” – pero la Diosa de Las Flores les llama “heroes”.
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