A Pic-i-nic Basket?

As the weather gets colder, my thoughts, like millions of other people in the American Northwest, turn hopefully to the prospect of the ever so distant spring. Well not really. I've still got Thanksgiving and Christmas to look forward to. And Snowball fights, and sledding and all that jazz. But it sounded good.
I suppose I could try to pass off the sausages as my homage to Oktoberfest, that delightfully pseudo-German holiday celebrating foamy beverages and suspicious animal by-products. It is today after all. And what event is complete without an ant or two? This little guy is just a scout for the rest of the shiny black horde of course.
I'm actually pretty pleased with the marker work on this one.

Two Days!

So, I know what you're thinking. And shame on you! But you're probably also wondering why I have posted my little aliens twice. I finished the original in plenty of time to turn it in on Tuesday afternoon, but good ol' Joe gave us two extra days to work on it! So I started over. I'm infinitely happier with this take anyway.

Intergalactic Space Smugglers

What else is there to explain? Now I know that, to the untrained eye, the alien on the left looks almost indistinguishable from an elephant man with a large scoop out of his head, but he is, in fact, an eleph-I mean alien. An Elephalien. Yes, he is an Elephalien. Obviously. And the one on the right is a...um...not-fish-man-guy. That is, of course, a rough translation of his own, otherwise unpronounceable, language. In other news: I'm awesome.

Meet my 'little' Friend.

This is one of my imaginary friends. One of. His name is Ryan. I didn't choose that name, my cousin, Ryan, did. He looked at it and immediately told me that his name had better be Ryan. So it is.
I drew this as an exercise for my Drawing for animation class. The assignment was
1) Go buy four copies of the National Geographic and read them in order to learn something.
2) With these delightful new thoughts buzzing around our heads we were to create an appropriate imaginary friend for a ten-year-old.
I'm fairly pleased with him. The first article I read was about a lion reserve in Africa. When a lion dies, instead of allowing other animals to eat it or selling it off for the fur (Which really isn't all that desirable at that point anyway) they build a pyre and burn the critter. Hence the flaming lion. Ta-DAH!