Good morning. I hope that you’ve got much to look forward to in the new week. But first, spend a final few minutes in the weekend and read all the great stories that came in on Sunday:


Now, please meet Monster 73. 73 appears to be some sort of monstrous elephant-giraffe hybrid with a serious flair for dance music. What do you think it’s got on its iPod? Or is 73 a vinyl addict? Is it dancing alone? Or is it trying to attract somebody sweet to boogie with? Please, don’t bogart the dancefloor gossip:


Have a great day and get ready for another week of daily monsters! Don’t doubt for a second that 344 LOVES YOU


  • Katy
    29 January 2007 8:49 am

    Ahhh… the mating dance of the majestic rare Red-heeled Spring-back. Notice how the subtle bobbing of the head calls attention to its beautiful plumage. Whether this male will be successful in his endeavour will depend upon the frequency and depth of his bobbing torso. Will he be successful? We will have to watch…

  • 29 January 2007 3:30 pm

    I gots me a neck as long as a snorkel–
    I gots me a neck
    Can guess what it’s there for?
    I gots me a neck
    Bobs me head up and down–
    I gots me a neck
    At the end, never a frown.
    I gots me four legs, and I’ll give you a hint–
    Legs and neck, they do the same thing.
    You guessed ever so right–
    I can see it in your eyes
    You guessed these appendages serve to make me so fly–
    I’m the hip hoppin’
    Monster of the Day
    What’ve I got on my iPod?
    I can’t–or won’t–say.
    I can tell you one thing–
    It’s a secret twixt us–
    Before I lived here, in Stefan’s head,
    I lived quite happily with Dr. Seeee-us.

  • Danielle
    29 January 2007 3:48 pm

    Through the course of evolution, this magnificent species has received the strange effect of their rubber fruit fetish. They were already gifted with flexibility, and now with the characteristics of rubber they now have uncontrollable movement of their joints. Try as they might, but their increased calcium intake has done little to help. Maybe this mutation is a blessing, but as they attempt to maneuver through the dense forest, the numerous bumps on their heads do not think so.

  • 29 January 2007 5:46 pm

    Your animations are getting much more complex. Before you start a drawing, do you have any inkling (bad, I know) of what you want to do? Do you think to yourself “bird” or “wears a sweater” or “Proboscis! That’s it, proboscis!” or is everything decided post-air can?

  • 29 January 2007 6:59 pm

    Janella’s neck extension got a little out of hand at the chiropractor but she subsequently ate her health professional for lunch and is satisfied the score has been evened.

  • 29 January 2007 7:14 pm

    Hi Jen.
    Everything happens post ink blowing. The only time I had forethought was for the twin-headed monster a couple of weeks ago, because it needed two blobs of ink. Other than that it’s all in the moment.
    The animation happens in the same way, based on what I see in the creature when it’s done. Sometimes it suggests a motion, otherwise I like the still frame.
    The whole element of improvisation is a big part of this for me. It’s not so much about giving up control, as much as it is about starting from points that my brain and my hands couldn’t go to on their own.

  • 29 January 2007 7:41 pm

    There once was a Brachiosaurus,
    Who desired to sing in a chorus.
    She dressed in pink shoes,
    Moved in unison too,
    But rehearsal was just too laborious.

    Great animatic fluidity on these last two. Taking some notes from Florian perhaps? What program are you using? Flash? Just curious.

  • monsterfan
    29 January 2007 9:09 pm

    Angela Tarkentella has just come back from her first day working at Freddie the Mattress King’s showroom. She’s been hired as a mattress tester, and she’s been spending all day jumping on new mattresses that have been shipped from the factory, to make sure they’re sufficiently springy.
    Freddie plans to record Angela Tarkentella bouncing on mattresses and show the video to a select few of his customers, just to see how they react to the sight of a monster jumping on mattresses in the back room. If they like her — and Freddie thinks they might, since Angela loves bouncing on mattresses and smiles non-stop the whle time — then he plans to make her his mascot, so to speak. He already has an ad campaign planned: “Come to Freddie the Mattress King’s showroom and emporium! Home of Angela the bouncing monster! See her test your new mattress! Come on down for our monster deals!” and so on.
    What Freddie doesn’t know is that Angela is a huge fan of DJ Jarred Jumpsalot (Monster 72), who often does remote broadcasts outside Freddie’s mattress showroom and emporium. Could there be a romance in Angela’s and DJ Jarred’s future?

  • 29 January 2007 9:52 pm

    The lumbering mass barreled over a set of structures with little to know concern for their well-being. Destroying some. Crushing many. It would take leaps into the air only to come crashing down on anything beneath it. A giddy smile stretched across a turtle-like face. The bristles of hair off the chin and back of the neck were on end and excited. This was all sport. Merely a game. Playtime. This beast was on a rampage, albeit a joyful one in its own eyes. Luckily, no other living beings were within the wake of the carnage.
    And then little Suzy and her best friend, Erica, approached and found themselves face-to-face with the creature.
    “OOOHH! It’s so cute, Suzy! Look at it bouncing around everywhere! Those little shoes are adorable!” Suzy only beamed with pride as her little brachiodentia hopped over to the exercise wheel, smashing a toilet paper roll mercilessly.

  • 29 January 2007 11:24 pm

    “Great Galoomphing Gahoosefat!”
    is the original cry of triumph when the two clans of Gahooses came to a treaty instead of war. This was more often than not and involved grape popsicles, lots of them, and red tap shoes.
    You see here a triumphatory galoomph.
    ‘Twas the king of Israel who changed his name from Fred to Jehosephat, in honor of the great and terrible Gahoose clans, and jumped for joy when war was averted (in this case, through copious amounts of imported wine and belly dancers).
    oooo-eeee!! some sizzlin’ stories tonight, thanks everyone, my teeth-brushing was a happy event indeed. And the animation!! I’m wild! I love it. Thankyou!

  • 8 February 2007 1:47 pm

    Bravo, j’aime beaucoup vos créations, si mon anglais était aussi bon que vos animations on pourrait discuter plus facilement, en tout cas, le concept est génial, la mise en scène façon ” Dove Evolution ” est bien choisi, votre créativité m’impressionne, encore bravo j’ai hate de voir les autres ” DAILY MONSTERS ”

  • Sue Bebie
    30 April 2008 4:31 am

    Mary-Sue, die verrückte Dinosängerin liebt traditionelle Songs auf gutem alten Vinyl ganz besonders. Hier eine Kostprobe…
    Wer hilft mir in die ro-o-ten Schuh
    Wer zieht mir die Handschuhe a-a-an
    Wer gibt meinen schönen Lippen nen Kuss
    Und sag, wer wi-i-rd mein Mann?
    Vater zieht die Schuh über meine-e Füss
    Die Schwester behandschuht meine Ha-a-and
    Meine Mutter gibt meinen roten Lippen nen Kuss
    Und ich, ich brauche keinen Mann!
    Der allerlängste Zug, den ich je genommen hab
    Hat nicht nur einen Wago-o-on
    Und der Einzige, der mich je glücklich gemacht
    Ist mit diesem Zu-ug da-avon.
    Das ist das Leben der Mary-Sue, ein Tanz,nicht nur auf einem rotem Schuh und ein guter alter Song dazu.

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