Spanxzilla: Rappin'

Nothing really new to update.

I love Slick Rick!

And this found in an old medical magazine:

Please, help. My shadow shortens the closer they get.

Less and less people are being shocked by the color. It's becoming almost a daily accorance with more and more popping in each day. It's like the day we all bloom into adulthood.

Please, help they had to quarantine me when I got back home.

When I got back from the desert they had no idea what I had caught. I was shaking and stammering. Couldn't get a lick of sense out of me. I felt much better after I came out of the case, sometimes I do that just so I can have a chance to decompress.

Please, help. There are cameras everywhere.

I hear that it was the all emotion he was spreading across the walls. The cameras seem to pick that up rather well.

Please, help. Some kids aren't full of shit.

I know, it's incredibly hard to distinguish the real stuff from the bullshit. But in some way they are telling the truth even if it's analogously.

Please, help. No joke.

So I drew this one last year as a joke. And now I'm posting it in sequence. I didn't know if you're aware but time moves a lot slowly here. It's strange. From what our Elphian scientists can tell we're occupying the same space just not in the same seconds that you're there. This blog has been our only form of communication.

Please, help. They're going to Burn the Man.

http://burningman.com/index/popcount.html

This was good for 2009. It may not be current any more.