As anyone who
frequents my Facebook profile knows, I’m a fiend for the absurd. My wall is a
veritable art gallery of the staggeringly inexplicable, an endless list of
links displaying nature and society’s greatest “what the fuck” accomplishments.
Over the last half year or so, I’ve included among this debris several short
cartoons, all of which seem to defy anything resembling sanity. They invariably
feature freakish, hastily drawn characters, all devoid of pupils, babbling on
in idiosyncratic voices and residing in a world devoid almost entirely of
sense.
At first glance
these animations appear to be the work of a schizophrenic ex-Nickelodeon
employee, but in fact the man behind them—writing, illustrating, voicing and
piecing them together singlehandedly—is a relatively sane Fort Smith, Arkansas
native by the name of Brad Neely. And for all the seeming incomprehensibility
of his filmography, this bearded, bespectacled Arkansan has become one of my
favourite comedians as of late.
