Only 87.5% Of Us Actually Celebrate Christmas Anyway

 

Alie really wanted me to title it that. (Alie says: Yes. Yes I did.)

Happy Christmas from Blogodactyl!

Whoa, Maths! (not science)

 

Marine: Alie, do I even want to ask why we're glowing?

Alie: Well I needed to find the half-life of the isotope so...

Marine: Sigh...For the last time, stop playing with radioactive stuffs!

 

This is where you're supposed to laugh. Just so you know.

So basically we haven't drawn anything in a while because Marine and I have no time and also no drawing tools. Hopefully we will have both of those relatively soonly. And when that day comes, I will make you a nice background with pterodactyls on it. :)

Anyway, to stall for time/provide you some filler, I doodled this on my friend's iThing (free advertising!) on a bumpy bus ride. Because I'm that classy.

Things You Can Be When You Grow Up

If you are one of those people who just can't decide what career to pursue, we at Blogodactyl are here to help! To help you narrow down your options, here is an illustrated list of what we believe to be the most honorable of all professions:

Now, as most people know, accounting is a well-respected job. It certainly has a very official-sounding name. It also seems like it has a lot of math involved, so you probably will get a fancy calculator to crunch numbers with.

Being a doctor requires great skill and knowledge. At least, if you're a good doctor it does. It also requires persistence/perseverance/other words with that general meaning. For example, you have to go to medical school for a really long time. But if you are skillful, knowledgeful, and persistence/perseverance/other words with that general meaningful, you can probably become an awesome doctor and make lots of money. And save lives.

Speaking of saving lives, why not become a firefighter? It's what you wanted to be when you were in preschool, and you know what they say about going with your gut instinct.

Unfortunately, those jobs are severely lacking in the prehistoric awesomeness department. Actually, almost all real jobs are boring. So here is our advice:

Channel your inner awesome and become a dinosaur.



This Is What Happens to Engineers

One day, I was sitting in calculus. I opened up my textbook, expecting to see math. Instead, I saw an image of what I thought was a moderately unattractive man who worked in engineering. Then, I noticed the name beneath the photo. The unattractive man was actually a woman.

This got me thinking; what if I became an engineer? What would happen to me? This brought about a horribly vivid scenario that I probably imagined more dramatically than was necessary.

First, I would become an engineer. This would be all fine and dandy; I'd be engineering things like a madwoman, and when I became famous for my incredible engineering skills, someone would want to take a picture of me to put in a calculus book to inspire little calculus students everywhere to become an engineer, just like me. Except the picture, instead of being incredibly flattering, would look something like this:

This unattractive, mannish photo of me would be prominently displayed in calculus textbooks across the nation, much to my dismay. Then, children receiving their textbooks for the first time would open them to find a hideous version of me grimacing at them from the page. Their reaction would probably not be an irresistible urge to become an engineer.

This is why I'm going to be a choir teacher.

I Sincerely Hope You Enjoy This Sad Dino

We found something like this on a cover of a book:

I know that was sad, but please don't cry. It'll just make the dino feel worse.

Fillerrrrr....Marine's post of awesome should be coming soon. :)

My Graph Contains No Real Quantitative Data

So I got my hair cut the other day, and since then I am slowly realizing that there is a pattern to my emotions (regarding my hair) in the days immediately following a haircut.

Day 0 (the day of the haircut): "WHOA! Guess what everybody, I got my hair cut! Isn't it awesome??!"

Day 1: "YAY!! My hair still looks pretty! That is SO AWESOME!!!!!"

Day 2: "This is so cool! Having hair that makes sense is so happy!!"

Day 3: "Yayy, my hair still looks nice. But I'm too lazy to do anything with it."

Day 4: "OHHHH NOOOOOOO!!! I haven't done anything nice with my hair in a LONG TIME! And now I forgot how!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Day 5: "Meh."

 

In case graphs confuse you, here is a table:

Well...at least my bangs make sense now.

Imma Take Yo' Unicorn Fo' Parts

I'm a big fan of tradition. For example, on Thanksgiving, I watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, eat loads of potatoes, avoid turkey at all costs, and then sit around and bother my older brother to come up with something interesting to do because I'm too lazy to think of an idea on my own.


So in order to follow with this tradition theme, we present you with another Thanksgiving staple: the Thanksgiving Unicorn.


Because nothing is more traditional on Thanksgiving than a fat unicorn covered in sparkles.

 

Alie and I aren't even southern. Half of the time, I sound like a Canadian.

I Always Have to Play Outside By Myself

On particularly cold days, I imagine myself in a warmer, happier place. It has two fluffy clouds, two different shades of green grass, and a sun so happy and fun-filled that it is twitching from sheer joy.

Actually...I don't really do that, but it was a pretty good intro for this doodle, don't you think?

I think she likes being called Mariney.

I'm Not Actually a Narcissist

The moral of this story is that Alie and I should not be allowed near a tablet when we're bored.

And I really didn't use that much chat speak.

Real Women Wear Moustaches

Sometimes I like to draw ugly doodles of myself with moustaches.

It never ends well.