What is cuter than a chameleon with OCD tendancies?
What the Brits say, what they really mean and what you think they mean.
Download the Anglo-EU translation guide in pdf.
08:00 – Dog food! My favorite thing!
09:30 – A car ride! My favorite thing!
09:40 – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 – Lunch! My favorite thing!
13:00 – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
15:00 – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
17:00 – Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
19:00 – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
20:00 – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
23:00 – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Day 983 of my captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies’. I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…
An animator faces his own animation in deadly combat. The battlefield? The Flash interface itself. A stick figure is created by an animator with the intent to torture. The stick figure drawn by the animator will be using everything he can find – the brush tool, the eraser tool – to get back at his tormentor. It’s resourcefulness versus power. Who will win? You can find out yourself.
Of course, it didn’t end there and Animator vs. Animation II came out shortly after. Perhaps not as good as the first one (IMHO), you can clearly see subtle influences such as The Matrix circa 2006.
Almost 2 years later (July 2009), Alan posted on his profile:
I’ve started working on Animator vs. Animation III! Don’t expect it to come out any time soon, but know that it’s on the horizon.
Since we know that these things do take time, sometimes up to 5 months or more, I’m not holding my breath. Yet, I’m looking forward to the next instalment.