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Welcome to my profile. Come freely, go safely and leave something of the happiness you bring.
madandugly.drunkrhino.com no longer exists, however the best of my stuff can be found on Youtube.
If you are unaware of the stuff I do, I shall explain. Primarily, I'm an animator of small, violent gifs, but I will often do the odd longer animation, with a plot and everything.
Right now I'm working on developing and improving my animation technique and style, looking to branch out into different genres and media. I'm also fucking off to the Edniburgh College of Art to do a general course, so hopefully this artistic evolution will happen naturally.
This is me by in vino veritas:
...and in zombie form, by HappyToast:
Want to contact me?
ross_butter AT hotmail DOT com
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With thanks to Mr MacTarpaulinsmythe for the idea which I butchered.
(Sat 25th Nov 2006, 23:23, More)
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Welcome to my profile. Come freely, go safely and leave something of the happiness you bring.
madandugly.drunkrhino.com no longer exists, however the best of my stuff can be found on Youtube.
If you are unaware of the stuff I do, I shall explain. Primarily, I'm an animator of small, violent gifs, but I will often do the odd longer animation, with a plot and everything.
Right now I'm working on developing and improving my animation technique and style, looking to branch out into different genres and media. I'm also fucking off to the Edniburgh College of Art to do a general course, so hopefully this artistic evolution will happen naturally.
This is me by in vino veritas:
...and in zombie form, by HappyToast:
Want to contact me?
ross_butter AT hotmail DOT com
Recent front page messages:
A dangerously radioactive paedophile on the loose???
More of this depravity.
www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2009/feb/27/radioactive-child-porn
(Fri 27th Feb 2009, 19:12, More)
More of this depravity.
www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2009/feb/27/radioactive-child-porn
(Fri 27th Feb 2009, 19:12, More)
How else do you think he gets contestants?
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MADANDUGLY
(Sun 17th Feb 2008, 15:56, More)
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MADANDUGLY
(Sun 17th Feb 2008, 15:56, More)
Click for my site.
With thanks to Mr MacTarpaulinsmythe for the idea which I butchered.
(Sat 25th Nov 2006, 23:23, More)
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» My first experience of porn
Aged 7
Me and my younger brother looking for a misplaced Toy Story video, finally thought to go up to my parents bedroom.
Lo and behold, there was a video in the tape player. Is it Toy Story? Dunno. We pressed eject. No label. Oh right. Put it back in... press play.
It wasn't Toy Story.
The image is forever engraved in my mind.
To make it worse. What did we do first?
"Mum...?"
(Thu 25th Jan 2007, 16:40, More)
Aged 7
Me and my younger brother looking for a misplaced Toy Story video, finally thought to go up to my parents bedroom.
Lo and behold, there was a video in the tape player. Is it Toy Story? Dunno. We pressed eject. No label. Oh right. Put it back in... press play.
It wasn't Toy Story.
The image is forever engraved in my mind.
To make it worse. What did we do first?
"Mum...?"
(Thu 25th Jan 2007, 16:40, More)
» Encounters with Royalty
I once bought the Queen off eBay.
I bid £20.31 at the last minute and arranged for me to pick her up from the owners house.
So I drove down to london to a pokey east-end flat. I found the guy's door and knocked. He asked me through the letterbox who I was. I replied that I was Ross and had recently purchased the Queen.
The chap then unbolted the door. and lead me inside. He took the Queen out of the cupboard and handed her over, assuring me that she was now my property and he had no legal responsibility over her.
So I took her home and things went OK for a while. We would have tea and biscuits every afternoon and I would occasionally take the bag off her head so she could make pretend speeches. Oh the fun we had.
I used to take her on long walks in the countryside and we'd have a great time. She would tire often but I would always stop and wait for her to catch her breath again.
Then one day I thought it was safe to let her off her leash. She instantly made a break for it. I tried to catch her but tripped over a rock.
I never saw her again.
Disclaimer: Event may truly be based upon fiction.
(Fri 4th Aug 2006, 20:03, More)
I once bought the Queen off eBay.
I bid £20.31 at the last minute and arranged for me to pick her up from the owners house.
So I drove down to london to a pokey east-end flat. I found the guy's door and knocked. He asked me through the letterbox who I was. I replied that I was Ross and had recently purchased the Queen.
The chap then unbolted the door. and lead me inside. He took the Queen out of the cupboard and handed her over, assuring me that she was now my property and he had no legal responsibility over her.
So I took her home and things went OK for a while. We would have tea and biscuits every afternoon and I would occasionally take the bag off her head so she could make pretend speeches. Oh the fun we had.
I used to take her on long walks in the countryside and we'd have a great time. She would tire often but I would always stop and wait for her to catch her breath again.
Then one day I thought it was safe to let her off her leash. She instantly made a break for it. I tried to catch her but tripped over a rock.
I never saw her again.
Disclaimer: Event may truly be based upon fiction.
(Fri 4th Aug 2006, 20:03, More)
» Blood
On a camping trip I can now barely remember...
I woke in the night with my hand in something cold and sticky on the floor of the tent. On closer inspection it was blood. Then I noticed my sister was missing. My brother was still there, but my sister had disappeared and been replaced by a puddle of blood. I went to tell my parents. They too had vanished.
I woke up my brother and, being little boys, together we silently panicked, incase a psycho was listening in nearby.
Then out of nowhere a car pulled up. The headlights beamed onto the tent. This was it. Whoever had taken the rest of our family had come back for us.
The lights went out. We could hear the footsteps approaching the tent. We were on the verge of screaming... but were too considerate for other campers.
Turned out it was just my mum. My sister had suddenly had a really bad nosebleed overnight and they'd rushed her to hospital, thinking we'd sleep right through.
(Fri 8th Aug 2008, 10:49, More)
On a camping trip I can now barely remember...
I woke in the night with my hand in something cold and sticky on the floor of the tent. On closer inspection it was blood. Then I noticed my sister was missing. My brother was still there, but my sister had disappeared and been replaced by a puddle of blood. I went to tell my parents. They too had vanished.
I woke up my brother and, being little boys, together we silently panicked, incase a psycho was listening in nearby.
Then out of nowhere a car pulled up. The headlights beamed onto the tent. This was it. Whoever had taken the rest of our family had come back for us.
The lights went out. We could hear the footsteps approaching the tent. We were on the verge of screaming... but were too considerate for other campers.
Turned out it was just my mum. My sister had suddenly had a really bad nosebleed overnight and they'd rushed her to hospital, thinking we'd sleep right through.
(Fri 8th Aug 2008, 10:49, More)
» Intense Friendships
A friend who shall remain nameless...
I met him in P6 (which is Year 6 in England) when I moved to a new school. He was the headmaster's son and had been instructed to show me around. Seeing as there were only 5 other kids in my year (one of which was isolated from the rest of the kids (Guantanamo style), and another a Jehovah's Witness) I became pretty good friends with him.
So we both moved up to secondry and things went well or two, during the time where everyone conforms to the collective ideas of the year-group, acting pretty much like sheep.
However, third year came along... when everyone starts to find their own musical taste, own dress-sense and basically just find themselves.
I had no trouble doing this. I'm a strong-minded person and am proud being me, not part of some social group.
He, on the other hand, was lost. One day he'd think he was a vampire, the next day a goth and then the amry-type.
Slowly I began to notice things. He was listening to my style of music, stealing my jokes and sense of humor and just gerally pretending to be me.
He was copying other people too, but me being his best friend, was getting it the worse. I was outraged. I AM UNIQUE.
So I was continually getting more and more pissed off at him progressively morphing into me and couldn't find a reason to ditch him.
Then I had a girlfriend (she was a bit weird, but that's a story for another day), and when she finished with me I found that he'd been screwing me over behind my back.
That was my reason to tell him to piss off.
He tryed to make it up with me over MSN. I told him that if he wanted to make it up with me, he could talk to me in real life. I've barely heard from him since.
And to prove my point that he was copying me, he went out with the same woman a month or so later.
The story doesn't end there. Hell no.
The best thing is I ended off better. One of my aspects of personality he stole was me being incredibly camp and pretending to be gay. So I stopped that, but he didn't. Now everyone thinks he's secretly homosexual. (So do I.)
(Fri 28th Jul 2006, 17:08, More)
A friend who shall remain nameless...
I met him in P6 (which is Year 6 in England) when I moved to a new school. He was the headmaster's son and had been instructed to show me around. Seeing as there were only 5 other kids in my year (one of which was isolated from the rest of the kids (Guantanamo style), and another a Jehovah's Witness) I became pretty good friends with him.
So we both moved up to secondry and things went well or two, during the time where everyone conforms to the collective ideas of the year-group, acting pretty much like sheep.
However, third year came along... when everyone starts to find their own musical taste, own dress-sense and basically just find themselves.
I had no trouble doing this. I'm a strong-minded person and am proud being me, not part of some social group.
He, on the other hand, was lost. One day he'd think he was a vampire, the next day a goth and then the amry-type.
Slowly I began to notice things. He was listening to my style of music, stealing my jokes and sense of humor and just gerally pretending to be me.
He was copying other people too, but me being his best friend, was getting it the worse. I was outraged. I AM UNIQUE.
So I was continually getting more and more pissed off at him progressively morphing into me and couldn't find a reason to ditch him.
Then I had a girlfriend (she was a bit weird, but that's a story for another day), and when she finished with me I found that he'd been screwing me over behind my back.
That was my reason to tell him to piss off.
He tryed to make it up with me over MSN. I told him that if he wanted to make it up with me, he could talk to me in real life. I've barely heard from him since.
And to prove my point that he was copying me, he went out with the same woman a month or so later.
The story doesn't end there. Hell no.
The best thing is I ended off better. One of my aspects of personality he stole was me being incredibly camp and pretending to be gay. So I stopped that, but he didn't. Now everyone thinks he's secretly homosexual. (So do I.)
(Fri 28th Jul 2006, 17:08, More)