Rust == no more Metalchicken. Who knew it was this easy to run out of metallic chicken gags?
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Rust == no more Metalchicken. Who knew it was this easy to run out of metallic chicken gags?
Related: Regular Chicken vs Monsoon
Previous: Chicken vs Chick Magnet
The idea for this one was courtesy of Je. Thanks dear!
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You know it’s powerful because of the wavy power lines. OoOOooh, wavy power lines.
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Info: What’s with all the chicken comics?
Tags: chickens, comics, electromagnets
Or, “What to do with all the chickens”.
When I’m not drowning in assignments (almost… done… with… Physics… education… essay), I’m considering moving the chicken comics to the front page of this domain, i.e. www.stupidchicken.com, and renaming the entire strip to Stupid Chicken to fit the domain name. It’d require a drastic realignment of Chicken’s underlying motivations and overall psychological health, but I think we can deal.
Maybe in two weeks, when assignment deadlines STOP SHOWING UP AND BITCHSLAPPING ME IN THE FACE EVERY BLOODY DAY THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Back to your regularly scheduled chickens.
Since the first Antagonistic Chicken comic has been bumped into the third page of the archives at this point, and I’ve been getting questions on “what the hell is going on with that chicken you keep drawing”, I thought I should explain a little on what it’s all about.
Simply put: nothing. It really doesn’t make any sense, and it’s not supposed to. If you want a summary, sure:
‘A chicken yells “CHICKEN!” at various things that are (one would think) quite obviously not chickens.’
That is all. Enjoy.
Anyone reading this blog might have noticed how, completely unannounced, I dropped all semblance of blog-like behaviour from this site last week and threw online all kinds of index card drawings instead.
Fairly simple reason: I’m tired of writing. After that 3000-word pile of festering crap that was my Educational Psychology essay, followed immediately by a few painfully excreted multi-page project reports (excuse the imagery), not to mention the countless essays due in the next month or so, I’d really rather not have to deal with words and grammar and sentence structure* and other such fuzziness for a while.
On the other hand, since I’m usually bored out of my mind in my NIE classes (my Physics and Math courses have succeeded in convincing me that I really, really don’t want to teach those subjects so I need to find a school that’s looking for Computer Science teachers), all I need are my black pen and some index cards to entertain myself for a few precious minutes that could save me from permanent brain damage.
So, yes, that’s it. Now I post another chicken comic.
* Not that I usually do.