Self-Puffery. It's All Me Me Me!

This is going to seem very presumptuous on my part, but I have nominated myself for the humor (sic) section of the Blogger's Choice Awards for 2011. Follow the link, sign up and vote like you have never voted before. If you do this, and as a thank you, you may gaze upon my Edgar Allan Poe offering. It is part of an on-going scenario-situation-parameter-interface-word/image inter-exchange-duplex-thingy-blah blah-artefactoidal project. And one day I'll get the damned thing finished.
Remember: A vote for Brendini is a vote for common sense. A vote for anybody else is a vote for SATAN and ALL his hellish minions. Therefore, a vote for anybody else will immediately consign your mortal soul to eternal torment and you wouldn't want that, now would you? Think of it - NO chocolate digestives to dunk in your tea ever again. Is that what you really want? Is it?
You have been warned.

Hair on a G String

The Cartoonists' Club of Great Britain's weekly caption competition had a theme of Hair this week and the example to your left is pretty much the first thing I thought of. If you have clicked on the link above, you will have seen several variants on the soup/hair interface scenario situation, so to have been awarded twelve points for my entry is very gratifying indeed.
On a hairy theme, this month I am (in the real world) participating in the Movember hirsute pursuit of upper lip follicular madness. I actually appear in this photograph, but even armed with this knowledge I can't make out which one is me. how very self-effacing, eh?
Ordinarily, my face is permanently adorned with face fungus. So, for Movember I shaved my beard off and kept the 'tache with the promise that my upper lip will remain untouched for the rest of the month. This had two consequences. Firstly, I rediscovered the fact that shaving hurts and causes unseemly looking rashes. Secondly, and more importantly, my wife was appalled at the result. Armed with these two facts I asked for, and got, special dispensation to grow the beard back. This was granted with the proviso that the beard may be trimmed, but the moustache must remain untouched by human hand. So, there we are: divorce averted by a hair's breadth.
I just want to give a quick mention to this month's caricature competition. I had intended to enter, but left it too late, but I think you ought to take a peek. I laughed out loud. Cruel, but very, very funny. I 'ates football players, I do.

Wotta Barjayne!!!

Two, yes two, new improved formula cartoons by Brendini and all for the price of one! Which is another way of saying that I have been neglecting this blog of late. So, this is a bit of a catch up piece.
 Ooookay, one very literal scribble and one which I thought was absolutely hilarious. As is often the case in these matters; things which I think are very clever or side-splittingly amusing are generally found to be simplistic and utterly unfunny by a majority of the human race. From the foregoing it may be surmised that I didn't get many points for either cartoon, but I sulk not, gentle reader. After all, some points is infinitely better than sweet Biggin Hill points, which some poor souls endure from time to time. And what do points make? Me happy, for one.
The black and white cartoon was the result of an inviolate caption (no changes allowed). The amazing technicolour cartoon was a free for all, anything goes themed cartoon; the subject being Superheroes.
The figure of speech (Ha! Slaps thigh) really is a speech. Which one? Do I hear you ask?
Why has it suddenly gone all quiet?
It is the St. Crispin's Day speech from Billy Shakespeare's Hal Vee (Act iv, scene iii). You may see a rather marvellous rendition of said speaks here.
I spent ages trying to think of a superhero cartoon. I initially came up with ideas along the line of a committee member saying to Superman "Well, if we want any tall buildings leapt over we'll let you know." Yeah, I know.
Then I started thinking about costumes. Most superheroes of yore wore tights. What if...
The result you see before you. Technically speaking, the background could have been a gazillion times better, but I got my Bamboo layers muddled up. And when I wanted to erase some colour, it started adding more (Bad Bamboo! Bad boy!).
I still think it's a funny cartoon. I just happen to be alone with this belief.