The Art of Ramona: surprises for everyone.

Friday, May 21, 2010

surprises for everyone.

If you have not read the post right before this one, do it now....

I copied that from Melissa, only because it is required to fully understand this post.

Anyways, not only do I get surprised... but you do too. You lucky readers, you. Hahha. Melissa and I are combining our talents to present all you fine readers with a little thing we like to call-

A whale eats Mickey Mouse and a bloody nougat: The premeditated adventures of Melissa and Ramona

This is our way of explaining our comic stories revolved around going on our trip. The plan is to post them up every friday until our trip starts. Crossing my fingers this actually happens. I shall be supplying the drawings, and she the story. Yay! Arn't you so excited you want to jump up and down and pee your pants? I know I do!!

Anyways, without further ado I present our coverart for..

A whale eats Mickey Mouse and a bloody nougat: The premeditated adventures of Melissa and Ramona

As you have most likely guessed, Im the disney freak, and Melissa is the one who looks creepy! Stay tuned each week for hilarious comics of us preparing for our trip.

A little over a month till the animation program starts, whoopee!!

3 comments:

MelissaMay 21, 2010 at 9:37 PM
seriously. You need to work on your spelling. I was proud of you for spelling premeditated right, until you admitted you just copied me. If we were in school, you would have gotten a zero for this assignment.
I know youll correct this. But, I saw this first and made you correct it. Therefore, I still win.

I'm STOKED for our comic series. And it will happen (even if we make the comics teh week before and just wait to post them. Cause in the end we have to print off the comics and put them at the front of our trip scrapbooks! (which we HAVE to make, no excuses!!!)
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Joanne PMay 21, 2010 at 11:18 PM
Where are you going for the animation program? My husband works at EA, and he worked for Mainframe before that. His cousin works at Dreamworks and was Head of Animation on Kung-Fu Panda...in the family
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bloggeranonymousMay 26, 2010 at 1:11 AM
Love that Melissa is the creepy one!
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.