Alright people ....why arent you keeping ttobey entertained ? Poor guy must be bored just animating all day. Chop chop ....more craziness!!
well i had a chat with ttobey's fbi agent (his name is geoffrey and he takes his dog to the same dog hairstylist as my fbi agent) and get this ... geoffrey said he had a peek at ttobeys current workflow and, well, the snail mount is coming along nicely a nice compliment from geoffrey, dont you think ttobey?
Yeah I'm looking at the schedule up to November and there's no snail on it. I have 12 things to go so no room for a snail.
He is staying entertained we have him on another road trip with us, and he said he is having a blast!!!!!!
So I look over at Discord in another browser window and there you are typing away. You are only allowed in one EQ2 theme web browser at a time.
Hmm... Lets see. How to keep ttobey Entertained. parasailing Them ! here we goooo ! [ Oh yeah, Don't be eating or drinking. Really. ] [ Copyright by me, 2002.] I saw a sight, for my eyes to see, during the last hurricane, at least I think I did. I could be mistaken, it coulda been sand in my eye. Maybe it wasn't... But I went down to the beach, to watch the surf coming in, the square red flags, with the black squares in their centers, were flying down by the shore, there was a Hurricane a-coming, not named Lenore nor Sue, I forgets which one it was, but I digress. There was a B-Movie Advertising Announcer, on the teevee, squawking about Them having returned, and it wasn't a movie this time... yeah, sure. So, here I am down on the beach, out of reach of the waves, crashing on the shore, when I feel a rapping tapping on my cranium's door. 'Tis but the sand I said, nothing more. Then a high pitch voice did bellow, "Is this stretch of beach ...[horror movie sting music] taken ?!" The surfer, out on the wave, screeched louder than the storm, and took off paddling, and making it, against a 150 knot wind. So, slowly I turned, inch by inch, and standing there, in that maritime breeze, was a Giant Ant ! "Yeooooowww !" I screamed. It doth say, "Sorry, not looking for food today, unless you are ...[horror movie sting music] volunteering ?" [squeak] "No, not me," I quivered...[squeak] "Sorry," it said, "I'm not interesting in mice. Nor humans that act like them, now my brother... never mind. Is this stretch of beach taken ?" "Uhm, no." "Good !" And it took off running, straight at the water, and me thinking, "ya don't see that everyday Chaucer, a surfing giant ant !" But it put an antenna, beside its Jaws, and up from its back, there sprang a great noise, something unfolding from its back, loudly, like a shutter... a parasail glider type thingie ! Methinks... 'a paragliding giant ant ?! egad ze-boing !' And then arose a clatter behind me, eleventy dozen attack helicopters, and many tiny windup tanks, did arrive near the Strand, methinks, 'its as bit early for Christmas presents time...' "All will be revealed !" shouted a man in hat and cape. Now, I quietly mumbled to myself, all we need is Alice, to show up... Nah, that would be unbelievable, why would Alice Cooper be here ? Anyway, the giant ant, did take flight, upon the winds crashing ashore, leaving the attackers far behind, and it exclaimed, as it rose out of sight, "I wonder what eight tiny reindeer taste like ?"
