The Art Drawer is Back

The Art Drawer will be returning soon. We are treating its injuries in our HQ, but it will be as good as new in a few days. We cannot explain the circumstances or events that occurred having to do with the Nerds or the Art Drawer's disappearance. We did operate under secrecy, as we should have the entire time. We regret posting the beginning of the Art Drawer's plight, for it gives much information to our HQ's location. But so many of you have undoubtedly viewed it, that there is no point in taking it down. We will be unable to tell you the goings on regarding the Art Drawer or the nerds until its full recovery, or until the facts are unclassified.

Contest: Who can gather the most facts or almost-facts from 'Searching for the Art Drawer' first? We will post the facts you all come up with once you email it to us at: itsbumpybackhere@gmail.com

Thank you for your understanding in this time of loss. ;)

Random + Writing,
CB

P.S. The Art Drawer is completely safe.

The Past Year

**NOTE: I saved this as a draft and forgot to post it...

The past year has been a wonderful one! We have written short stories, posted weird videos, posted funny videos, posted some videos with a point, some without. We have realized that people all over the world are (hopefully) enjoying our weirdness (if not, why do you keep coming back, any of you?). We have probably gotten a few more viewers from Seattle. I don't know. I wasn't there. But we were together all year long, even though we were apart (keep reading! It isn't gonna be sappy!... Okay, maybe a little, but read on!).

I really do entirely curse the day,
When those UHaul trucks took my RK away.

 (^not promoting or de-promoting. Just making a metaphor^)

Thanks for sticking with us through all the weirdness; and let me tell ya, there was a LOT of it.


In the coming year, we would continue to make funny and cool videos, and write cool stuff, and do whatever it is RK does, but, as we all know, that is the Apocalypse. 


Love,
The Art Drawer

Random + Writing,
CB

Keep it Nurby!
~RK

Assignment

I go to drama class every Monday, and we just got back to it after the break, so this was everyone's first day back. Anyway, there were SO many new people, and we were running short in scripts to do. We had all decided on a light-hearted, lightly funny serious one with a deeper meaning, but not, like, sad or dark, or anything. I mean, serious can be a little sad, but it isn't all sad...

ANYWAY,

I have taken it upon myself to write one by next week. :)

If any of you are fellow playwrights or writers, feel free to email us any scripts or ideas you have! I will not take credite for them or anything. :) I mean, if I write the play with your idea, I will take the writing credit, but I will say something like, "Originally by so-and-so," or something.

I hope I can do it! :D

Thanks guys!

Random + Writing,

CB

Callous in Blunderland (A One-Man Show) (Family, Comedy)

A girl (CB) named Callous ventures into the mysterious world of Blunderland, meeting all sorts of new friends and foes. When she makes a very big mistake, she wonders if she will ever sort it out.

Written, produced, and directed by CB. A one-man show!

Thank you for watching!

This production brought to you by:
The Art Drawer, CB, GB

And Viewers Like YOU!


Callous...CB
Door...CB
White Rabbit...CB
Centshire Pig...CB
Mad Hotter...CB
Queen of Hearts...CB
Tinkerbell...CB
Director...CB
Poker Player...CB
The Art Drawer...Itself
The Art Drawer Voice...CB

Directed by...CB
Filmed by...CB
First waking scene filmed by...GB
Views of Poker Player filmed by...GB
Story by...CB
Written by...CB

I forgot to mention:

Costumes and Props provided by...CB


Thank you for watching! I hope you enjoyed. Please, don't hesitate to give feedback!

Random + Writing,
CB

P.S. I apologize for being so late! It was supposed to be filmed and edited many, many months ago, around the time that I wrote it, but I didn't. At least it is here now!

The Diary of Neville Longbottom

Check out this new blog: www.nevillesdiary.blogspot.com

It is a fanfic of Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter. He is really depressed! Poor Nevvy!

Written by Yours Truly

Based on and inspired by the Harry Potter novels by J.K.Rowling and movies, property of Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

Neville Longbottom or other characters, settings, names, and objects are completely and absolutely property of Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc., and J.K.Rowling. COPYRIGHTED NAMES ARE NOT PROPERTY OF THE ART DRAWER, OR CB. Some story lines are kind of my property, but not copyrighted. Reproduction is just discouraged. Thanks! :)

Sixth Grade Christmas

In my class, the 6 people in our grade have decorated the pod for Christmas (the pod it the in between room between classrooms. Sometimes called the office, too). We have Christmas lights around the whiteboard, tinsel streamers around the door, bells, stockings, Christmas trees, and ornaments. But the most fun of all is the Secret Santa! We are getting gifts for each other. I got a present already. Also, since one of the kids in my class might not be here on Friday (our Opening Day), he showed his to his recipient today, but the recipient can't have it till tomorrow. Mine is already wrapped. In the morning, I need you to email me, reminding me to bring the Secret Santa gift (itsbumpybackhere@gmail.com). The funny thing is, we haven't told our teacher, and we didn't have permission to decorate, but she saw it and didn't object... I wonder how she will react on Friday when we give and receive? O.O Laul!*

Random + Writing + Christmas,
CB

P.S. Sorry if you don't celebrate Christmas! That is perfectly fine! No reason it wouldn't be! If you don't celebrate Christmas, in the comments, tell us a little bit about what you do during the holidays, or what you celebrate instead. We would love to learn about your culture! :D

*Instead of thinking L-O-L, I actually think 'laul,' as in 'Paul.' I also think 'burb' instead of 'B-R-B.' Haha!

The Art Drawer Logo: Conclusion

The votes are in! The new logo for the Art Drawer IS.....

Da, dada DAA!! The new Art Drawer logo is the bow-tie, drawn by Yours Truly! Thank you for your submissions, which were all very beautiful! Wonderful job everyone, and thank you for participating in one of the most important events in all of Art Drawer History!

Random + Writing, for RK,

CB

Banana Plush *UPDATE*

Mine turned out kinds strange... I would like to add that on the last step of making the cream banana part, you need to sew closed the bottom. The author forgot to add that. Also, you don't need to have cotton in the bottom of the peal.

Anyway, ti turned our really cute! I didn't do the face, but it is still pretty cool. I was searching online, seeing where I could buy a plush banana, cause I'm just that awesome, and then I found these directions! I just love that website it is on. Really helpful for arts and crafts. Once again, the site is www.cutoutandkeep.net. Have fun crafting!!!


:)

Random + Writing,
CB

Make a Cute Banana Plushie - from CutOutAndKeep.net

Check this site out! It has lots of fun sewing directions and tutorials! The link to the over all site is: http://www.cutoutandkeep.net/

Here are the instructions by CutOutAndKeep.net/

Instructions 

1. 1
   

   Cut out all the peices (3 pointy yellow, 3 ovals cream) Also (optional) cute a pink mouth, brown trianges for the stem, and black eyes.
2. 2
   

   On one peice of cream, Sew pink mouth peice on (or embroider it) And sew or embroider the eyes. Some face ideas are :D >.< :o XP To sew round eyes, make an X on the area that you are making the eye, then sew in between it to make a sort of circle and fill it in.
3. 3
   

   Take 2 peices of the cream felt ovals and turn the good side in towards eachother. Pin them together and start sewing from the top with white embroidery floss. Sew down the side until you are about 1 1/2 to 2 inches from the bottom. Stop and tie it off.
4. 4
   

   This part is hard to explain, so look at the picture. Pin the 3rd ovals edge to another ovals edge. Sew from the top to about 1 1/2 to 2 inches from the bottom, same as the last step. Tie it off.
5. 5
   

   Now take the last two open edges and sew along them until your 1 1/2 to 2 inches from bottom, tie off.
6. 6
   

   Turn the banana inside out. Cute, huh?
7. 7
   

   Stuff it, then sew closed the bottom. Befor you totally sew it closed, put more stuffing in the bottom. Set it the finished banana aside.
8. 8
   

   OPTIONAL: Sew the brown triangles to the tips of the yellow (stem) with brown thread.
9. 9
   

   Make a mark with a marker at the half way mark of each yellow peice. Then sew similarily to the banana, but just up to the mark. Sew it with the good sides facing eachother
10. 10
    

    Turn the peel inside out.
11. 11
    

    Turn the peel the right way. Put some cotton in the bottom of it, then squish the banana in. Ta da! =)

    
    

The Light in the Darkness: A memoir of the remarkable friend and dog named Sunny

The Light in the Darkness

A memoir of the remarkable  friend and dog named Sunny

This book in your hand is the gateway into the true story of Sunny. She was a true warrior, even though she fought no battles. There is nothing to compare her kindness to, for there was nothing that matches up. Sunny was the picture of magnificence. Who would have thought a small, slow, old mutt would have touched my life in the way that she did?

Remember as your read this that you are reading the recollections I have of a beautiful girl. A beautiful dog. A beautiful friend. Remember that Sunny helped me through the hardships, even after she was gone. Sunny still helps me. She always will.

Enjoy this book, reader, and remember who you are, even when your true self is hard to find. Remember who those around you are, because they may be gone someday. Remember that love can come from small places, and even the smallest love is large.

Never forget to remember.

Sunny and the Child

Sunny, Hershey, and Shiloh weren’t sure what they thought about this... Thing. It looked enough like them. Though, it had naught but a hair on it’s body. Completely bald! What an ugly thing.

Sunny didn’t think it was ugly. Sunny thought it was beautiful. What a wonder of nature! What a beauteous creature! Sunny followed the family, as did Hershey and Shiloh. They followed them into a small room with a small crib in the center for the small newborn. The room was painted a sunny yellow color.

The infant reached an arm through one of the bars in the crib. Sunny cautiously walked over to it. The infant touched the tip of Sunny’s nose, gently and lovingly. It was then that Sunny realized she was supposed to watch over this wrinkled, small, rather wet newborn.

And so she did. From that day on, Sunny walked next to the child. Sunny followed the child everywhere she could.

Sunny watched over the child. She kept her from harm. The child was convinced that Sunny was magic. But Sunny was just a dog. Nothing more or less. Of course, everything had its own kind of magic, whether with spells and wands, or miracles all in themselves.

Should the child wander far in her life, or stay close to home, Sunny vowed to be there for that child, even after Sunny’s life was over.

Sunny’s canine companions soon passed away all around her, but Sunny didn’t mind. Sunny knew that they wouldn’t want her to be sad for them. She knew they would want her to be happy, even though they had died. Maybe death was the true adventure, and life was just a holding pattern? Sunny truly believed that. Sunny knew that no matter what happened, she would be happy.

They all moved to California when the child was one. Beautiful weather, but no rain. Sunny loved the rain.

The child was four years of age now. After Sunny was the only dog, the family acquired a second. This dog was name Jessie. Jessie was larger than Sunny and much younger, but both of the girls got perfectly along. Jessie was completely kind to Sunny, and Sunny was as she always is. That is to say, Sunny was so very kind.

Soon after the dogs were familiar with each other, the family moved back to Florida. It was a five day trip, but Sunny didn’t mind. She got to be with her favorite friends and family.

After they arrived, Sunny noticed she was quite old. She was around fourteen years of age, now. Her muzzle was graying, she was aching all over, and she was tired. Sunny knew she was nearing the end.

But the end came not. She grew older yet and the child aged with her.

The child and the dog grew close. They were inseparable, it seemed.

Then the child turned six. Sunny was fifteen. She knew her end was close, but she didn’t mind. She was okay with that. Sunny knew that, no matter what life threw at her, she would always be okay. She would always be kind.

Two days before the child turned seven, Sunny knew that the end was very near. Death was taunting her with its blissful peace. It was drawing her near, and Sunny-- No. Sunny had to stay a bit longer, to tell the child she loved her.

That she did.

On the night before the child’s birthday, Sunny was dying. Sunny tried to get to the child, to say goodbye, but her legs had none of it. She was dragging herself in a circle in fruitless efforts to get to the child. Sunny knew it was the end. Her mother picked her up and took her to the vet. The vet gave her some sort of medicine and she grew sleepy. But Sunny couldn’t die, she wouldn’t die. She still had to watch over the child! But sleep was tickling her eyes. She closed them, and didn’t open them.

This may have been the end for Sunny, but this was not the end of Sunny. She was gone, but she was still here. She could still help the child.

The Child and Sunny

The child awoke.

The child knew something was different.

She was seven, yes, but that was not the difference.

Was it darker? Yes, it was raining.

Didn’t Sunny like rain? Yes, the child recalled, she once tried to escape into a rainstorm on the first day they had arrived in Florida after the move.

Sunny.

Why was she thinking of Sunny?

Sunny was right down the hall, wasn’t she?

Sunny?

Where was Sunny?

But the child knew. She didn’t allow herself to think it, but deep down, she knew.

Sunny was gone.

But she was still here.

She never left.

She has always been watching over the child.

The child knew it.

The parents knew it.

And most of all, Sunny knew it.

Was Sunny watching the child right now?

Maybe she was.

And Sunny was.

Of course the child was sad. Who wouldn’t be? Her best friend and dog had just died. She was allowed to stay home from school that day to mourn for her friend.

Oh, how it pained Sunny to see the child so sad. She dearly wished to go to her, to comfort her, to sit with her. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Goodbyes are harder when you know there has got to be an end.

Sunny couldn’t bear to leave her, but she knew she must. As did the child. The child held no resentment towards Sunny for leaving her. The child knew it was coming. She had always known. And for many years after, the child was sad.

Until one night. The Night of the Visit, as the child called it. She dreamt she had come home to find Sunny waiting for her. The child gave her so much love. And again the child awoke to find Sunny was not there. Though that visit left the child in tears, the child cried of happiness. She knew Sunny was still here, somewhere. The child just had to find her in herself. And Sunny would always be there.

Now, ever since, the child thought of Sunny and did not cry, but smile.

And the child never forgot her love for Sunny, or Sunny’s love for the child.

Never forget to remember.

Author's Note

Now that you know the story of Sunny, you know what it felt like to lose a guardian. And here the child sits writing this.

Sunny was my light. She was everything. Because of her I have learned how to remember things happily, even when the memory is slipping away. She taught me to grasp love with my hand and to never let go, even when the subject of that love has let go of life. She taught me to remember love, and forget death. It is not that Sunny was everything, it is that she is everything.






And I will never, ever forget to remember.