That Must Be an Old Turkey

Okay, Mingo pointed this out to me, and I thought I'd share. This poster, which is plastered all over campus, is supposed to say "Turkey Trot." But it REALLY looks like it says something else.

Happy Fruit

Here is some fruit that my girl made all smiley and whatnot. I hope it pleases you as much as it does me. :D

The Thanksgiving Massacre

In front of one of the buildings at the college I go to, there is a planter.  It is a very odd-shaped planter, and for the longest time, it has reminded me of a sacrificial altar.

 
Approximately one year ago today, (November 10, 2010) I went on my first date with Mingo, and it just happened to take place at this altar. Here's how it went down: A few days before our first date, Mingo and some other friends were over at my place. Somehow, the conversation steered towards the planter before the Spori building, and I brought up the fact that it looked like a sacrificial altar and that it deserved to take some snow victims.  The only person who thought this was a good idea—apart from me—was Mingo.  The rest of the people rightfully concluded that I was weird. So, the next day, she and I got our snow gear and spent hours crafting snowmen worthy of sacrifice.  It took a while and was surprisingly hard work, but our creation was excellently disturbing.

The fake blood doesn't really show up, but it's there.

A page in Mingo's journal which commemorates the event

It was her eagerness to construct this Calvin-and-Hobbes like thing which got me thinking that this relatively quiet girl was pretty dang cool.

Fast-forward a year later, Mingo and I are in a serious relationship.  A few days before the anniversary of this snowman-sacrificing date, we were having lunch or some such when she told me that this anniversary was coming up.  We both desired to do something similar this year, but the weather failed to provide us with any snow on that day. 

However, we were not thwarted so easily: we purchased a half-gallon of vanilla ice cream, stick-shaped pretzels, and cherry pie filling.  Then, we set about creating a lovely winter scene:

Please take note of the bloody stumps where the heads should be.

A broken arm resting in a pool of blood.

We proceeded to messily devour our hapless victims that we had created.  There are pictures of our devouring, but those are far too gruesome for your eyes.  

Well, I hope you feel edified with the Thanksgiving Spirit.  Talk to you later!

I Don't Know Why My Girlfriend Puts Up With Me

Here she is, looking like a lovely Harry Potter knockoff, courtesy of the washable marker that was placed in my hand. 

Blame Them Instead.

So, I ran across this picture on Pinterest:

And realized that it was missing something.  So, I fixed it.

Doodling Time

About a week ago, Natalie was preoccupied with her homework whilst I was visiting, and I, being a good boyfriend, decided not to interrupt her.  However, I got bored, so I decided that I would start doodling to pass the time.  Per Nat's request, those doodles are now on here, with little commentary regarding them.

No, this isn't based on a true story.  Not one I was involved in, at least. 

Technically, he's naked, too.

I seriously want to paint those boxes above my windows when I own a house.