Cereal Box Art
I wanted to make comedy out of something weird and new. I didn’t have money to buy art supplies, so for a while I collected cereal box scraps and had fun arranging them in weird ways.
Cornflake Simulator Game
I programmed a Cornflake Simulator comedy video game. In this game, you play as a Cornflake. You can’t actually really control or do anything because you are a cornflake. Just sit back and relax.
Game will take a moment to load. Best to play in fullscreen with your volume on!
You can actually rotate one of the cornflakes by clicking the ‘A’ and ‘D’ keys. Try to see if you can find which one.
You can pause the game by clicking ‘P.’ Pausing and Unpausing makes the spoon stir way faster, causing the flakes to go flying sometimes.
Credits: Modeling assets & programming are rearranged scraps from a school group project where you play as a fly in a bowl of soup. If you look closely, you can tell that all the cornflakes are actually tiny chunks of salmon. Original music by Nathan Hurdle.
I got started in comedy as a member of my college’s improv group, “The Drexel Football Team.” All of these rad posters were done by my close friend, Mike Chen.
I go back and forth on twitter between pretending to be a frog living in exile and telling jokes. Here are some of my personal favorite writings from Frog, organized by general vibe.
Birds, Worms, Naked in a Hat
Squish squash Pish posh I’m a dumb bird
Belly pat, belly pat, I wear nothing, but a hat
Hungry, poor, skinny, filthy, naked, angry, dumb, horseless, tired, naked, writhing, furious, aggressive, weak, naked, powerless, starving, restless, irritated, naked, I’m flightless, ill mannered, impoverished, disrespected, naked. At least I own a hat.
Individually giving each worm a kiss
Going to wash the mud off my body and pretend to be High Class for the birds
I am out of touch with birds
The fireflies are in bloom
I try to tend to my garden of little ideas. My sweet nuggets of honey wisdom, small flowers. I had one bloom recently, it was so pink! What a full body emotion, when any gentle epiphany blossoms, and becomes so dear to me.
I have buried myself in the mud up to my neck. I am just the sweetest little spring flower and must be treated as such.
What if I was a little baby bird !!
I don’t know what it takes to remember a kiss, but I’ll almost always remember a first
Hunger & Violence
I have learned so much while hungry and so little while starving
I’m a coward, hunger’s whipping boy, a shill for god’s demon with a dogshit spine. I bark the suffering, then bend the gullet. I rabble with food in my belly, at a table. I’m a hypocrite, starving when convenient, weaker than my own stomache.
TEETH, is it true what they say about dogs, the hungrier they are the more violent? My teeth are my dogs! Violent violent little bones
Coward, I chant. Coward, I chant. Coward, I chant. Coward, I chant. Coward, I chant. COWARD, I scream. Coward, I chant. COWARD, I scream. COWARD, I scream. COWARD, I scream. COWARD, I scream. COWARD, I scream. I’m screaming. COWARD. COWARD. COWARD. COWARD. COWARD.