I’m growing a mustache during the month of November for charity. I would have posted a real photo, but the lighting in my apartment at night makes it impossible to see without taking an uncomfortably close photo of my upper lip. Yum.

Here are the details:

During November I’m growing a mustache. That’s right I’m bringing the Mo back because I’m passionate about tackling men’s health issues and being proactive in the fight against prostate cancer. Actually, you know that “passionate” thing is a lie since I made no mention of an open bar or free food. However, it seems like a great cause, and I get to spend a month growing a mustache.

Also guys, feel free to do join in on this too if you feel like growing a mustache and asking around for donations for men’s butt health.

To donate to my Mo (stupid aussie slang for mustache) you can either:

1. Click this link and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account, or
2. Write a check payable to the ‘Prostate Cancer Foundation’, referencing my Registration Number 1817206 and mailing it to:

Prostate Cancer Foundation
Attn: Movember
1250 Fourth St
Santa Monica, CA, 90401

All donations are tax-deductible to the extent permitted by law.

The money raised by Movember is donated directly to the Prostate Cancer Foundation which will use the funds for high-impact research to find better treatments and a cure for prostate cancer.

Did you know:

• Prostate cancer is the most common non-skin cancer in the US with one in six American men developing the disease and more than 28,000 men dying of the disease every year.
• African American men and those with a family history of prostate cancer are twice as likely to develop the disease and should have regular annual testing starting at 45. All other men should commence testing at 50.
• Prostate cancer is 90% curable if detected and treated early.
• I would look really stupid with a mustache.

Thanks for your support,

Tim.

More information is available at http://www.movember.com/.

Movember is proudly grown by Canadian Club and Philips Norelco.

Movember is proud to support the Prostate Cancer Foundation.

I don’t think there is any harm is saying this is an amazingly positive moment in American history.
I need to figure out what to do with my time since I’ve spent the last 18 months reading non-stop election news coverage.

Now for the people printing t-shirts with “Palin 2012-2020″ on them, I would beg you to look up “inauguration day” on a calender. That sort of mistake does seem kind of appropriate, though.

Our two year long national nightmare is drawing to a close

I just found out that one of my childhood heroes, Dr Ruehl, is not only alive, he is still producing videos… now from his living room?

Here’s a link to the last JibJab toon I finished.

President of Birthdays

I’m currently working on three more coming this month.

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This is an early test animation for Mistor made some time before Email. It doesn’t make a lick of sense because it was straight ahead animation done in an evening as a sort of proof of concept and “I made you something” gift for an old girlfriend. The visual language is based heavily off the little cartoons I’d draw into the margins of my overly long and drippy love letters. Those little doodles would eventually spawn some comic strips in my sketchbook which would eventually become the Email cartoon which would eventually meet your mom and fall in love and that’s how you were born!!

If you want me to translate the awful cartoon, here is the epic story:

Mistor seems to be flying about wildly like he used to do a lot until I got lazy around WTF. He comes to a stop, and then he does some sort of awkwardly animated bounce thing. Your guess is as good as mine. He has presumably broken the forth wall here and has seen the viewer, because hearts suddenly appear. Mistor is having an visual hallucination and can see the hearts. He feels threatened by commitment, or perhaps just enjoys being aloof. Maybe he is gay?

He isn’t gay, but that’s a hard sell his love of wieners.

Mistor flees from love. Perhaps this was my subconscious trying to tell me something at the time. Now that Mistor has left the frame, I apparently decided this cartoon needed to make less sense. I introduce my long forgotten character “Robot who chases cookies”. Seriously. He is a shitty little robot who only wants cookies but cannot have any because my parents screwed up something when they raised me and now I have to draw cute little things being disappointed or injured.

Now Mistor flies back in, love in hot pursuit, to eat the cookies. The robot who chases cookies is all alone without any cookies to chase. Fuck you little robot who only wanted some cookies.

Hell if I know.

This video also reminded me that I enjoy Grandaddy