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that all depends on what your definition of “zombie tuesday” is

shortcut of doom!

You are a dog named Snowdrop. You wander into a cemetery. Zombie kittens proceed to approach you with the “assumed” purpose of eating your brains. Thusly, you proceed to unleash destruction upon them with your Dog-matic Mortar Cannon.

Huh.

I have a problem with the underlying thesis behind this “game”.

The assumption that the zombies would be kittens strikes me as foul propaganda by the ever-more-powerful Canine Lobby.

I say, nay! — nay, I say! Stand up against this foul belief! Kittens are no more likely to single-mindedly devour your brains than dogs are likely to meekly defer from eating their own poo!

Or no more likely than I am to avoid using the word “poo”.

things you can do with a giraffe that you never ever ever wanted to do with a giraffe

milk that giraffe

OK. This is a game. That someone created. Using thoughts. From their brain.

The Giraffe Milking Game

Oh no! The baby giraffe has had its front legs broken by a speeding cheetah and now it can’t reach its mother’s teats!

Fortunately, a busty Swedish milkmaid, Brunhilda, is passing by and can help nurse the unsteady giraffe back to health.

HOW TO PLAY:

  1. Click a teat.
  2. Move the mouse to change the angle.
  3. Tug the teat to squirt giraffe milk at the baby giraffe’s mouth!

Oh no! Monkeys in UFOs are trying to steal the milk for their tea!

Just for a moment… let the disparate parts of that description just… slosh around your head…

Giraffe… Teat… Milkmaid… Monkey… UFO…

If I didn’t already have a domain name…

and the band played waltzing zombie tuesday

night of the living dead

This one here is a good old-fashioned gut-shot Zombie Tuesday.

Got yourself a few hours to sit in front of your computer?

This is it. The one that started it all. Romero’s Night of the Living Dead.

All in Flash.

(As it’s in the public domain, it was a perfect choice for On2 to transfer into Flash 8 video.)

Enjoy.

(Thanks, Dad!)

happy birthday — with MAJESTY

happy trogday!

Happy Birthday Trogdor. You magnificent bastard.

friday flash hippo… now with friday flash noodles!

hippo and noodles... together at last!

Thanks Screenhead. I’m leaving my iPod at home today. There’s only one song for me from now on.

“I’m a hippopotamus and I’ve got noodles on my back. Noodles on my back. Noodles on my back…”