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Since this is a forum for bad art, here's a robot from my meeting notebook. I started at the feet and sort of ran out of ceiling space on the notepad as I worked my way up, hence the caption. I think the end result would make Sir Mix-A-lot proud. The dude on the left was left over from a previous meeting, and on all counts I don't know what I was thinking.

Anyway, I swear I can do this and pay perfect attention to the discussion simultaneously!

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I don't know why I think anything is funny, but I enjoy abusing nameless cartoon characters through mean-spirited jump-cuts. I guess it's just me.

I needed to draw a robot... It's some kind of emotional addiction that I developed as a small child, when I would draw these epic tales of robots blowing other robots up. It was truly epic stuff. A much better drawing than this formed in my notebook during a meeting this morning, but of course that's relative.

I still don't understand how I can live in one of the most enlightened cities in the world, yet I don't get the Cartoon Network on Basic Cable. I miss Mister Thundercleese the most. There is an emptiness at the core of my being that thrives from his absense.