Went to check out a house today with our realtor. Our very first house. Holy guts, did this place ever define "craphole". It was built in 1903, apparently, and it's decided to celebrate its 100th birthday by scaring the bejeezus out of us. This place should be condemned. A pile of peeling, rotted, splintered wood held together by termites. Susan (remember the Smeller?) walked in with us and said, "well... it's... got possibilities. How ambitious are you?" Not ambitious enough to rent a friggin' wrecking ball, Susan, but thanks for the thought. Yick.
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A new script is up and this one's title was suggested by my good buddy Kirk Millett (the most talented animator I've ever met. Do yourself a humongous favor and check out his website, www.veenvop.com, for some truly entertaining Flash-based web cartoons. This guy is the real deal, trust me.) Anyhow, he threw Panty Claus my way and you can see for yourself what I came up with. I must warn you, though: from the mouths of babes comes wicked profanity, so, kids, make sure you're accompanied by an adult for this one. There. You're all warned.