brussels

bored of drawing my sisters I drew the only living soul withing propper drawing range; me. it was not really a propper range as I couldn't see my own face but like most people I kinda know what my own face looks like so on I went. this was the result.
as we drove in the good old peugeot we got stuck in some bad bad traffic. because of the heavy rain that fell down on brussels the past few days, some of the tunnels running through the city were full of water. what caused the governement to think it would be a good idea to rederect them to the huge aquaduct running over brussels, which only had half of its motorways because three workmen were doing stuff to the road. so there were like four motorways on the place of two.

ghost, at last...

during my third year of college I was bored a lot I quess. I filled my books with drawings about this kind of superhero called "Ghost". ghost is an outlaw but working for the greater good. he archieves what the highest politicians don't, as there always shoving bullshit around the table like dungbeetles.
ghost always has this phantom-like hat over his head. it makes him look a bit like a cu clux clan member but he's just a ghost. now people obviously want to know who he is with all the murder and action he brings. here are some of their speculations.
i'm thinking about uploading the entire "ghost"...

would this be a good hand? (again)

let me in

chateau de montcornet en ardennes

check it out people, if you want.

LD and me on top

LD on top,
mysterious and daring.
what to say I don't know
but what to draw I drew.

me on top
eating a croisant, looking over the grocery-bag-loaded people.
drinking the energy stuffed beverage, staring at the grafity.
what to say I don't know.

pinkelen

I never expected that, I thought it would be some kind of german fun thing movie or whatever. but westerbaan chose to do a game we hadn't done since primary; pinkelen. reluctant and amused we began drumming our fingers on the schooldesks.
westerbaan yelled supposedly confusing commands but we were tougher than he thought. after a full half hour of "hol", "bol", "commando hol" I was out. a few die hards still were in the game but westerbaan gave up and said good-bye...

0.10

but when you'd sit at the table fronting the desk, you just might get some concentration problems...

Manfred two

the wind chased around the house with aggresive force. but through the whooshing another sound was heard, first distant but it grew louder with every cold second that passed. while those seconds passed Manfred froze as the villagers had. he suddenly seemed anxious, and quickly blew out his candle. a last flicker of red light reflected in some frightened yellow eyes and the room, was plunged into inpenetrable darkness. the now confused villagers gasped when they lost sight, they couldn't see their enemy anymore; Manfred. what was it he feared, what made him suddenly have the feeling he was one who was cornered in the dark room? this unnatural sound that was like the sound of the wind but only higher pitched...

manfred 1

manfred stepped over the doorstep and shone his candle on the frigtened faces of the inhabitants,
his high pitched voice cracked: "the carridge is ready ladies and gentlemen!!"
little shreekes of terror escaped the mouths of the trembling people.
the light reflected in the yellow eyes of Manfred and then he grinned his yellow teeth, what made the villagers freeze in their corners.


manfred then stepped forward...