There’s one major thing missing in my life now that I’m no longer living with a roommate: whiteboard art.
Earlier this year roommate MR and I had a fantastic time utilizing the side-by-side boards that sat on our refrigerator. My drawing one day would get a response the next, then I would respond with yet another piece in strings that went hilariously on and on.
The best were the ones with origins we eventually couldn’t remember, like the Skippy The Talking Dolphin movie series:
That’s my drawing on the left, MR’s on the right. Sometimes we changed sides, but in general his are the ones that look far better given his superior drawing skillz. (I will likely explain the “Mikfiekel” inside joke from our elementary school days in a future post.)
Some of our drawings made use of nearby magnetic objects:
If you ever ask me to draw something for you, it will surely be that character on the left, complete with skateboard. I have no idea why, that’s just what I’ll draw.
Some of them start off with a normal purpose. In this case, MR is letting me know he will not be around for our usual Taco Bell Thursday dinner trip (left), to which I respond in the only way a best friend should:
He had an answer for such snarkery:
Want some more pop culture? Thanks to watching many hours of the same programming during our lives, we have you covered:
Also with this, my response to probably the only other actual message ever printed on these boards:
I can’t describe how proud I was of that Cartman. For someone who can’t draw and had a hard time not laughing as I copied that picture from one I Googled on my phone, I think that turned out amazingly well.
This one started with a LEGO scene on top of the fridge that I believe involved an axe-wielding Ned Flanders running away from Lisa Simpson’s body lying flat on the ground. MR put up the wanted poster (I added a Flanders alias), and I brought in Chief Wiggum to make the arrest.
Obviously MR’s commentary on the left is entirely accurate. But really, what could we have to say that would ever be more important?
The last set came after a repeat viewing of the Channing Tatum/Jonah Hill version of “21 Jump Street.” It began with MR illustrating the simple line we said all the time:
And ended with me mixing in another Johah Hill movie, as I subbed McCubin in the place of McLovin:
Chicka, chicka, yeah.