These are the totally unauthorized biographical accounts of Pythagoras Rex and his time traveling companion Hypotenuse.
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Friday, 4 November 2011
Episode 36: Moving Day
It's true, we're moving. The strip that is. Me will be transferring the Adventures of Pythagorus and Hypotenuse to another more dinosaur themed blog and then eventually to their own actual web page. I know right. So please stay tuned, thanks for reading and here is a picture of a pretty girl dressed as a Green lantern.
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Episode 35: The spoils of war
As a kid I always loved the day after Halloween when you woke up to the realization of your horde. It became a precious thing to be rationed and portioned out. It was a source of prestige and power amongst your peers until only the dregs were left. I had friends though who managed to get several months out their horde and while I openly mocked them for their tea tottleing ways of candy consumption, I secretly envied them their stores during the cold candiless winter months.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Friday, 28 October 2011
Episode 33: Patrick Swayze
As we get closer to Halloween our thoughts turn to one person...Patrick Swayze. I think we can all agree that if you were alive in the 90's that you probably were dragged to the theatre with you girlfriend (or other SO) and made to watch this and then promptly pillaged the film for ideas on how to get the sex from her "Tell her it's for luck". This strip is in honour of the man who made the movie that for an entire decade got men laid. Thank you sir, and a flight of angels sing thee to thy rest....
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Monday, 24 October 2011
Episode 31: Getting it from "The Man".
You may have noticed a lack of ads on the blog today, that is because Google has removed them because someone has done the unthinkable. They clicked on an ad. It must have been the worst product ever , so bad that clicking on it was obviously a trap because Google called it an invalid click and shut down our advertising revenue. So remember kids...advertising bad.
Friday, 21 October 2011
Episode 30: That explains the penis
No Biebers were injured in the making of this strip, although one was taunted and another was held by the wrists and forced to slap his face while he was told to "Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself." Other then that there were no injuries...except the one we ran over with our car...twice.
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Episode 29: Tea Fighter
Now we play a lot of FPS but when we play cooperatively, it becomes very easy to make out the problems in our tactics. Now I'm not saying I am horrible at them...but I get a lot of thank yous from the other side after each match...
Monday, 17 October 2011
Friday, 14 October 2011
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Episode 26: My Childhood re-edited
I keep expecting one morning to wake up and realizing all the changes that Lucas has made to my childhood memories were just a dream...
Monday, 10 October 2011
Friday, 7 October 2011
Episode 24: Every Hippo Dies...
I am going to admit that I have never seen Equus. But I have heard it's like Lassie only with a horse...
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Monday, 3 October 2011
Friday, 30 September 2011
Epsiode 20 1/2: Minor Technical Difficulties
Sorry folks, some minor technical difficulties (Pandas ate some wiring) have lead to no comic today. However please enjoy whatever the hell this is. Not really sure...Hooray it's Friday.
Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Episode 20: Faster then the speed of dumb.
When I heard they had possibly dis-proven Einstein's theories on faster then light (I say possibly because to that seems to be where all science resides most of the time) I knew we had reached the end times. When you have theories that border on the religious and something like this happens? I wonder if the researchers that worked on this nailed their theories to the Vatican's door, or wherever the Church of Einstein resides...
Monday, 26 September 2011
Episode 19: Timmy's in the Well
I think we have all been there, that dark place, that place of danger where we must decide "Tasty snack cake or personal safety?" It's not really that difficult a decision isn't it?
Friday, 23 September 2011
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
Episode 17: One Small Step
This is our own "Moon Landing Conspiracy Theory". Sure we have no facts and only the word of an insane chicken to go on...but it looks pretty solid. Also on an unrelated note, how cool would it have been as when the astronauts were approaching the moon one of them went "That's no moon...that's a battle station". Hella cool that's how cool...hella cool.
Monday, 19 September 2011
Episode 16: Dork side of the moon
Sometimes being observant is all that is needed to solve a problem or a conundrum. Today I am observant that it is Monday. My acknowledging this dose not make the problem go away. Please ignore the above statement.
Friday, 16 September 2011
Episode 15: Coffee Break
Yes we like coffee, no we're not addicted. I could totally give it up anytime but if you touch my coffee I WILL cut you like a pacific salmon on salmon cutting day. That's a thing. Happy Friday everyone, or not, we're not the boss of you.
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
Episode 14: Garden Therapy
Okay, I am going to be honest. I have no idea what "Garden Therapy" is. I have been assured that is in fact a "thing" and that there is some therapeutic value to mucking about in the mud and whatnot. If I wanted to I could look it up on the interwebs. I am choosing to accept it's existence on faith though, like gravity or Superman.
Friday, 9 September 2011
Episode 12- Big Light Bright City
I have to admit, I don't think I ever saw the movie "Bright Lights Big City" also. I think it had Michael J. Fox in it but that might just be generational memory in action here because for a while it seemed like Michael J. Fox was in everything related to the 80's. Or it might be selective memory insertion due to the "Back to The Future" franchise and my mind is placing MJF into every 80's movie lead male that my mind hasn't already placed John Cusack. Happy Friday everyone, or don't have one. The only one who will notice is you.
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Episode 11: Grand Theft Hippo
Now we don't actually believe that video games cause Hippos to go all GTA on people, Hell, we don't even think it makes kids to either. If that was the case my car would be getting jacked on a regular basis and right now it's only semi-regular. Besides, kids today were all "Lord of Flies" before video games. I don't even know why I am writing about this. You know video games are awesome and don't inspire violence and I know that video games are awesome and don't inspire violence and as far as I am concerned that is the only thing that matters. Well that and pie of course.
Monday, 5 September 2011
Episode 10-Rocky
Well it's Labour day today friends, the day when we all celebrate Labour and present to each other gifts of macaroni art with glitter. So here at Pythagorus and Co. we made you a comic out of macaroni and glitter. We made it with love for you. Please do not eat it. Or eat it, what do we care? Well we do care that's why! Don't eat our macaroni art!
Friday, 2 September 2011
Episode 9- It's Friday and this is cheese.
We decided to do another single pane comic on Friday since the last one went smashingly well and we received an uncountable number of comments requesting another (by uncountable we mean 6). Here are a few of them....
"I don't have time to read, being a racecar driver astronaut I need all of my comic goodness in a single panel. thanks guys!" -Irwin Phillip Freely.
"What are you? Retarded?" - Vincent Andrew Agina
"My finger smells" Winston Churchill
Thanks guys for all the awesome support! Your readership makes this comic possible. Have a great Friday, and as the French say "Keep on Truck'n"
Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Episode 8- The Green Shawshank.
Now, I've never been to prison but I watched the "Shawskank Re-penetration" once on The Pornternet, so I'm pretty sure I know what it's all about and what we captured here...I think is the very essence, the turmoil and the prison sex that exists there. This comic strip today is about the friendship that exists between a hippopotamus and Morgan Freeman, which when you get right down to it, isn't that what life is all about?
Monday, 29 August 2011
Episode 7-Stand By Me
Train tracks are awesome. In movies they have always held the allure of a secret path, you start walking a railway in a city or town and it slowly disappears into someplace green and dangerous or wild and beautiful. And sometimes they take us to a place where you can poke a dead body with a stick which obviously was the inspiration for today's comic. We were tempted to just use the Cherry Pez conversation from the movie as the dialog but then we realized how ludicrous it was for a 7 inch plastic world travelling dinosaur to eat pez. This version we feel make way more sense.
Friday, 26 August 2011
Episode 5 1/2- Life happens...sometimes.
Hello! We interrupt this weeks strip due to life, our photographer fell into a bottomless pit, caught lycanthropy , was kidnapped by the Tibetan chapter of the Illuminati and is getting married in 2 weeks so please don't judge too harshly. I mean, I didn't have any of those things happen to me and I showed up to work. Sure I live the pale shadow of what some call life. But is it really living? Who weeps for me? Not the French that's for sure (Just kidding France, I know...) Anyway, the moral of this story is life got in the way of the strip and we hope you'll come back next week because wow, next week's stuff is, like wow...I don't want to false advertise or anything but we were talking with a deaf guy about next weeks material and it cured his deafness. No joke, that is 100% truefact.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Tulips and Peas
"I have slain the dreaded tulips of old Wester's field!" Shouted Miles to the fat orange tabby with the one green eye and one brown eye.
He waved his ancient family blade (which a more knowledgeable swordsmith would have called a fence board…from Wester’s Field) high over his head with a grand flourish in the style a that guy with the weird accent in that movie where you see the girls boobies.
"I have slain the dreaded tulips and liberated the legumes, the people of old Wester's field shall know peas at last!" He roars as he falls to the ground convulsing in laughter at what he is certain is the greatest pun ever. The fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye yawns.
"And now I need a wench to slake my manly thirst." He exclaims as he flops to the ground. (Miles is twelve and he is pretty sure he can find a wench in his dad’s tool box, to quench his “manly thirst”? Kool-Aid of course.). He thrusts the point of his "blade" in the direction of the eternally bored face of the fat orange tabby with the one green eye and one brown eye.
"Meow" says the fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye.
"And make it grape." Commands Miles.
"Meow."
He waved his ancient family blade (which a more knowledgeable swordsmith would have called a fence board…from Wester’s Field) high over his head with a grand flourish in the style a that guy with the weird accent in that movie where you see the girls boobies.
"I have slain the dreaded tulips and liberated the legumes, the people of old Wester's field shall know peas at last!" He roars as he falls to the ground convulsing in laughter at what he is certain is the greatest pun ever. The fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye yawns.
"And now I need a wench to slake my manly thirst." He exclaims as he flops to the ground. (Miles is twelve and he is pretty sure he can find a wench in his dad’s tool box, to quench his “manly thirst”? Kool-Aid of course.). He thrusts the point of his "blade" in the direction of the eternally bored face of the fat orange tabby with the one green eye and one brown eye.
"Meow" says the fat orange tabby with one green eye and one brown eye.
"And make it grape." Commands Miles.
"Meow."
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Episode 5- Strange Furry Lands
Exploration is a fundamental force, it is that spark in the middle of our brain that compels us to seek out new things like cat belly. This is a true story, we had to use Wes' cat Clyde because my cat (yes I have a cat) is way too fat. We did audience testing on pics of him and after the screaming stopped we had them fill out a questionnaire. Okay it wasn't so much as questionnaire as it was so much a promise not to sue due to emotional trauma. If we had used my obese monstrosity of a sheep eating couch breaking sternum cracking fat furry hot water bottle it would have taken 32 frames just to capture his girth (and these frames cost cash monies). So we went with what we decided to call "The Hollywood Decision" and went with the more "svelte" model. Please don't hate us, we don't decide what is beautiful. We just try to cash in on it.
Monday, 22 August 2011
Jack
"Threre are three things to remember when climbing a beanstalk" Melody said. "Firstly remember that the large green leaves are made of the memories of small children, if you touch them too long you will find yourself giggling with wild abandon, or sobbing uncontrollably, it really is a fifty-fifty kind of thing."
Jack moved his gaze from the beanstalk to Melody, who had moved over to sit on a giant toadstool, legs crossed "indian style" like the picture he had seen in his mom's Cosmo." Why would that be a bad thing?" He asked.
"Well." She began, touching her index finger to her nose. "Say you are about to be engaged in a seriousness contest while climbing, well? You would surely lose if in the middle of your disertation on the globalization of the pumpkin market, you started giggling right?"
"I guess." Jack said wrily. "I will make sure not to touch the big green leaves if it looks like seriousness is called for."
"Excellent!" Clapped Melody. "Now, be careful when you touch the medium yellow leaves, for their touch will make you stop and reflect about your first love."
"That would be you." Jack interrupted.
A rose tint blushes Melody's cheeks. "Yes, well."
"Why is remembering your first love a bad thing?" Jack asked.
"Well, along with the remembering, comes an overwhelming desire to write bad poetry and sing love songs."
"Ah, I see." Said Jack, quickly shoving a scribbled piece of poetry into his pocket. "And the third thing?"
Melody slid off the top of the toadstool, her feet becoming hidden in the grass. "Whatever you do, no matter how many green leaves or yellow leaves that you must touch, do not...and I cannot stress this enough...do not touch the small red leaves." She said as she wiped her hands on her yellow dress.
"And why is that?" Asked Jack as he moved to stand before her.
"If you touch the red leaves, everyone who ever loved you will forget you." She shuddered. "And I cannot bear to think about that."
Jack gently lifts her chin and kisses her for three days on the mouth. He smiles "I wouldn't want that either."and then as he turns he whispers "Again...it took too long this time to get you to fall back in love with me." He looks over his shoulder and smiles and begins to giggle wildly as he starts his climb.
Jack moved his gaze from the beanstalk to Melody, who had moved over to sit on a giant toadstool, legs crossed "indian style" like the picture he had seen in his mom's Cosmo." Why would that be a bad thing?" He asked.
"Well." She began, touching her index finger to her nose. "Say you are about to be engaged in a seriousness contest while climbing, well? You would surely lose if in the middle of your disertation on the globalization of the pumpkin market, you started giggling right?"
"I guess." Jack said wrily. "I will make sure not to touch the big green leaves if it looks like seriousness is called for."
"Excellent!" Clapped Melody. "Now, be careful when you touch the medium yellow leaves, for their touch will make you stop and reflect about your first love."
"That would be you." Jack interrupted.
A rose tint blushes Melody's cheeks. "Yes, well."
"Why is remembering your first love a bad thing?" Jack asked.
"Well, along with the remembering, comes an overwhelming desire to write bad poetry and sing love songs."
"Ah, I see." Said Jack, quickly shoving a scribbled piece of poetry into his pocket. "And the third thing?"
Melody slid off the top of the toadstool, her feet becoming hidden in the grass. "Whatever you do, no matter how many green leaves or yellow leaves that you must touch, do not...and I cannot stress this enough...do not touch the small red leaves." She said as she wiped her hands on her yellow dress.
"And why is that?" Asked Jack as he moved to stand before her.
"If you touch the red leaves, everyone who ever loved you will forget you." She shuddered. "And I cannot bear to think about that."
Jack gently lifts her chin and kisses her for three days on the mouth. He smiles "I wouldn't want that either."and then as he turns he whispers "Again...it took too long this time to get you to fall back in love with me." He looks over his shoulder and smiles and begins to giggle wildly as he starts his climb.
Epsiode 4- It's a Dirty Job
Comics are literature. I don't think that can be argued any more. Now I'm not saying our comic is literature, far from it. This web comic is pretty much cobbled together by a pack of rabid howler monkeys with ADD and a bottle of cheap tequila. No I am referring to the epic stories and minor tragedies we as readers have available to us. It is so easy to dismiss these things as childish diversions but the comics of today (from both the big 2 and the indies) touch on stories that are as every bit mature as anything in comparative literature today and they have the added advantage of being more accessible then some of the more dense texts. So go out today and discover for yourself a new comic. Or don't, we're not the boss of you.
Friday, 19 August 2011
Episode 3: They see me roll'n...They hate'n
Did you ever imagine there would be an episode 3? Man, it seems like only a week ago that we started this mad beautiful project and I don't want to toot our own horns but this may be the greatest literary contribution contributed to humanity since "Jersey Shore: The Novel". And I am not entirely certain but I am certain that reading our comic WILL CURE your astigmatism. I know that it cured mine with some minor help from laser eye surgery. You may have noticed we are selling shirts. We want you to know that we are using the money to send one lucky kid to College....Okay we are using it to send one adult to bartending school...Okay it's gonna send ME to bartending school...Okay its gonna buy me booze. Please buy our shirts or Wes punches me in the arm...like A LOT.
-David
Thursday, 18 August 2011
The Unbelievable Adventures of Pythagoras Rex ...and Hypotenuse: Worn Dreams
The Unbelievable Adventures of Pythagoras Rex ...and Hypotenuse: Worn Dreams: "Where did you find that one?" Zack asked. "Find what one?" Sara replied. "That dream? You know? That thing you are wearing." He sighed. ...
Worn Dreams
"Where did you find that one?" Zack asked.
"Find what one?" Sara replied.
"That dream? You know? That thing you are wearing." He sighed.
"This dream?" Sara said as she pulled it taut like she was stretching a sweater.
"THAT dream." Zack said as he began to massage his temples.
"Oh this old thing." She beams as she pulls the found dream taught. " I found it by the old orphanage...found it in the dumpster, didn't think it would fit but I put it on... it smelled a bit but it fits...mostly." She rubs at a stain she hopes was milk.
"It's a very nice dream, but....ummm, I thought you had parents."
"Oh I do!." she exclaims now ignoring the stain. "But with this dream my father is a king and my mother is an astronaut! That is so much cooler than insurance salesman and Product manager."
"Heh." Zack laughs. "Crazy orphans."
"Yeah." Sara laughs. "Crazy orphans."
"Find what one?" Sara replied.
"That dream? You know? That thing you are wearing." He sighed.
"This dream?" Sara said as she pulled it taut like she was stretching a sweater.
"THAT dream." Zack said as he began to massage his temples.
"Oh this old thing." She beams as she pulls the found dream taught. " I found it by the old orphanage...found it in the dumpster, didn't think it would fit but I put it on... it smelled a bit but it fits...mostly." She rubs at a stain she hopes was milk.
"It's a very nice dream, but....ummm, I thought you had parents."
"Oh I do!." she exclaims now ignoring the stain. "But with this dream my father is a king and my mother is an astronaut! That is so much cooler than insurance salesman and Product manager."
"Heh." Zack laughs. "Crazy orphans."
"Yeah." Sara laughs. "Crazy orphans."
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Why Babies Cry...
Emily once ate a star. Stars are not like cookies though, if you eat a cookie out of the oven before it cools you will burn your mouth. If you eat a star before it cools you will die....horribly...so nastily that death might not come for you because your horrible death might make it sick.
Emily ate a star, God had not hung a "Caution: Fire Hot" sign around the star and so in Emily's defence, she had no way of knowing that it was hot as stars were still new in the Universe..so was hot for that fact. Emily ate a star because it was shiny and bright and looked like it might taste good. Taste had just been invented. But stars come in one flavour...Hot....very hot.
And so Emily tasted a star and she burned the roof of her mouth, her mouth, her teeth, her head, her name, her head, her hair, her neck, her sense of humour, her shoulders, her heart, her lasez faire attitude, her breasts, her stomach, her arms, her love of puppies, her legs and her feet. Emily ate a star and she burned and her screams rippled throughout time and space, fading the farther it travelled. Her screams are quiet now that only babies can hear them..which is why they cry for no reason. Stupid Emily.
Emily ate a star, God had not hung a "Caution: Fire Hot" sign around the star and so in Emily's defence, she had no way of knowing that it was hot as stars were still new in the Universe..so was hot for that fact. Emily ate a star because it was shiny and bright and looked like it might taste good. Taste had just been invented. But stars come in one flavour...Hot....very hot.
And so Emily tasted a star and she burned the roof of her mouth, her mouth, her teeth, her head, her name, her head, her hair, her neck, her sense of humour, her shoulders, her heart, her lasez faire attitude, her breasts, her stomach, her arms, her love of puppies, her legs and her feet. Emily ate a star and she burned and her screams rippled throughout time and space, fading the farther it travelled. Her screams are quiet now that only babies can hear them..which is why they cry for no reason. Stupid Emily.
The Thrill of Creating...The Anxiety of Uploading.
Every time anything is created there is that charge of electricity, that thrill. The "I MADE THIS." feeling. We believe I think that what we are creating must have merit. It has to have merit...it has to mean something to someone else or why are we posting it? So obviously this expands to everything on the InterWeb. From pictures of cars, to porn, to movie trailers. Someone somewhere had to say "This has merit, someone will want to see this."
Post something today, because someone will want to see it. The world is a big place.
Plus if you have never checked out Penny Arcade out go and do it NOW. They are the inspiration for all this. Or Kris Straub. And of course the one that started me thinking about Web Comics in the first place Order of the Stick.
-David
Post something today, because someone will want to see it. The world is a big place.
Plus if you have never checked out Penny Arcade out go and do it NOW. They are the inspiration for all this. Or Kris Straub. And of course the one that started me thinking about Web Comics in the first place Order of the Stick.
-David
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
Episode 2- Liv'n on the Ledge
When exploring the nature of the Universe, or "Multi-Verse" as some as those "Quacks" at "M.I.T." would call it, there should be, by it's very nature a hallway or foyer or long narrow passage that ends in a door where you would keep your hat or boots or even galoshes.. Now I'm no Rocket Surgeon but to me that sounds a little like a ledge, and as the poet once said "That's a ledge."
So we decided to use the physicality of the ledge and transformed it into the "meta-physicality" of the "Ledge" it seemed cool and worked with the motif of a couple of world hopping explorers, and since this project is all about making sense that is what we did. So please read, if enjoying is your thing feel free to do that too.
Have a mostly awesome day
Wes and David
P.S.:Or not it's not like the boss of you.
P.S.S.: Next strip out this Friday.
P.S.S.S.: We'll want you to read that one too.
Why a web comic?
I was asked recently why we decided to write a web comic? The answer is pretty simple... "Because they are fun". They let the writer tell a story using some fun pictures. We live in an age now where comics (both web and otherwise) are finally receiving the attention they deserve as sources of literature (both bad and good from people outside the comic culture) and this allows us to use an engaging medium to tell a story. Pythagorus Rex started out as a joke, status update on my Facebook page, it was a mention in much the same way as if he had been a children's book character and from there evolved into the comic now. Hypotenuse was born when we felt Pythagorus needed a companion and well the name for him was a no-brainer and of course if you are going to have a world saving Tyrannosaurus Rex then the only logical choice for a partner is a hippo. That makes sense right?
So please read what we put out here, and if you can do better then do it! And let us know because we will read it and in reading it hopefully our comic will get better. We will be posting another comic tomorrow and another on Friday so thanks for reading and if you feel inspired please leave a comment.
Stay Wicked,
David and Wes
So please read what we put out here, and if you can do better then do it! And let us know because we will read it and in reading it hopefully our comic will get better. We will be posting another comic tomorrow and another on Friday so thanks for reading and if you feel inspired please leave a comment.
Stay Wicked,
David and Wes
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Episode 1 -Everything Here Eats your face
This is the first experiment in hopefully a long life of ridiculous adventures. We made this for you and to make money. Mostly to make money. But art is pretty cool too...not as cool as money though. Hooray for art! Please enjoy and if you don't like it please send all critical complaints to your mom...who we did. Just kidding. We love your mom...all night long. No seriously though..she's great. Read our comic or not, we don't care...okay we care, please tell your friends to read us too because Christ, this comic took like 900 hours to make, I think I had a stroke making this, I may not be able to say the word sassafras any more...nope I can still say it. Still tell your friends about this. Thanks.
-David and Wes (and Big Steve, our spiritual adviser)
-David and Wes (and Big Steve, our spiritual adviser)
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