Sunday, November 20, 2005

For Dad

OK, so here's something that happened to me this weekend. The one fault here is that the scanner picked up too much blue for me to use auto correct, so it's going to be a little lighter this time around, because I'm trying to find a happy medium for scaning that doesn't involve a really soft lead pencil...for obvious save-the-scanner-plate-from-destruction reasons...so I'm sorry if it's not too dark. It's crystal clear on my page.

Gah, nevermind, I have to to darken it...there's no hope for you seeing it, otherwise. =P There also going to be small...I can't widen them properly without them pixelating like an NES game gone wild. OK, ok, My apologies.

No wait, I can fix the auto contrast! Yay! This is better!

Holy crap this is a lot of work. I need a webmaster.

Otherwise, if you don't get a joke, it's because it's very contextual...like...uh...cookies bubbling...that's the nice way of saying there...wasn't...enough.....yeah. Anyways. They turned out. Sort of. I COULDN'T THINK OF A FUNNy ENDING PUNCHLINE THAT CORRESPONDED WITH REALITY, OK??? Whew. Glad I got that out.

Holy bed time Batman.

















































5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Brennan! I literally laughed OUT LOUD at the cookie cartoon...especially my lines! That's perfect, and I've saved every frame to my computer for eternity!
Ciao!

Sarah the Hutt said...

Hahaha i miss you Brennan!

Anonymous said...

Where's the dog??? Every good "cooking with brennan" episode (and i don't mean the serialized kind) needs one nutso dog trying to jump into the oven... ah, those were the days weren't they?
~Dez~

The Venomous Bee said...

You're EATING the spoils of war?!

Brennan said...

Yeah...it's booty. I eat booty.

Especially nutty and raisin-filled booty.

More importantly, if you don't eat it soon enough...it spoils. That's why they call it spoils of war. I looked it up in a dictionary. Um, I mean...an... encyclopedia...yeah...I can prove that...LOOK! OVER THERE! A DISTRACTION! *runs away*