Monday, November 23, 2009
What can I say? I love pugs. They're such bizarre things! My roommate's pug does this frequently. We like to call it "The Superpug". When properly spooked, excited, or otherwise bothered: the little bugger releases an obnoxious amount of energy: Approximately 3,850,000 exajoules* in a furious streak of pug. Wrinkles fluttering in the wind, eyes glazed in madness, tail unfurled: Aerodynamics be damned, this pug shreds the very fabric of time and space with his fury. Snot and boogers are instantaneously vaporized as his nasal passages uncoil to force matter through his engine of a carapace. His gaping maw snorts belts of flame. And for just the briefest of moments, he can see. . . forever. At least that's what we think is going on; thanks to the laws of relativity, specifically those concerning pug-time, we cannot fully observe, or even comprehend what Pig Pug truly experiences. Though if my calculations are correct, the above description is accurate. My illustration totally captures this. It's just so awesome you can't see the flaming coils of plasma radiating from his tremendous interdimensional form.
*The amount of solar energy that the Sun bathes the Earth with in a single year.
Art by Christopher Vear