Feb 19 2014

Bots, beards, and beauty

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This doodle of unknown origin (psych class perhaps?) demands multiple interpretations. Here are three using the fact, twist, question format:

  • Tonya is a builder of and friend to robots. Or at least she was before a hacker took over her lab and turned her creations against her. Can she stop the attacker, or are parts about to start flying?
  • Daphne hates doing homework. So when the dean institutes a new rule giving automatic A’s to people with beards, she knows she must act fast. Will Amazon ship out her barrel of minoxidil in time, or will she be stuck mathing for the rest of the semester?
  • For as long as Ronald can remember, he has looked like an attractive woman. This wasn’t a problem for the plumber—until a lucrative modeling agency came calling. Will Ronald stay true to his pipes, or will the call of the catwalk plunge him away?

As evidenced by the incomplete multiplication problem on this doodle, I’m with Daphne on this one. Homework is for the birds!*

*And people who go on to earn lots of money, cure diseases, make jobs for the poor, etc.

Oct 16 2013

A disinterested rabbit

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Take one look at Pyotr the rabbit here and you’ll know: He has no interest in what you are selling. Pack up your Bibles, your vacuums, your petitions, your pans, this bunny ain’t buying.

It’s nothing personal. It’s just that this math-class doodle has better things to do, such as sit around and stare at stuff.

May 22 2013

The morose professor

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This drawing hails from a college algebra course, the year and semester unknown. I took said course several times, you see. Turns out math + anguish + repetition = mucho doodles.

Another unknown is the identity of this character. I have put together three hypotheses:

  • This is professor Ted Gigglesworth Jr. Despite his last name, he is morose. The characteristic was not passed down to him via genetics; Ted’s father loved humor, and he loved laughing. Ted Jr. liked it, too, until Ted Sr. heard the funniest joke ever—and laughed his way to heaven via a heart attack. From then on, Ted Jr. swore to never laugh again, going so far as to seek a cure for merriment. Continue reading …