I hate my neighbors at night

In the living room, it sounds like 300 pound men are playing Dance Dance Revolution. Above my bedroom, it sounds as if bodies are being thrown to the floor. I believe I listened to that for two minutes and then an inexplicable ball rolling across the floor. I feel like banging on their door and asking what the hell they're doing in there, but then I collect my thoughts, breathe in and out three times, and ask myself of what would the Joker do?



Let the games begin.

I used to love this show

The premise was duplicated numerous times on TV, but it was always one of my guilty pleasures whenever I spent a Friday or Sunday night indoors. But lately either the editing has gotten sloppy or people are using the show for their own personal gain. What began as two families separated by some social barrier has grown into Dwarves vs. Body Builders. The absurdity of the extremes took away all my entertainment of watching two dysfunctional families duke it out over who was less screwed up. Bah.

Calvin Uninked

I'm pretty sure there's a pun in that title.



Uninked sketch. This image is actually taken from a recent Batman villain (featured on the latest Saturday morning incarnation) who could rewind time for 20 seconds. Trust me, it comes in handy when you're dodging a punch.

I told Calvin it was him in 20 years, and in a way, I'm envious. If I could grow a bushy mustache, I would in a heartbeat. Then I'd cruise around town with the windows rolled down on my Pinto.

Yeah, why not?

Another Oldie

Ben's favorite of my notecard comics, I believe. Like Lab Rats, this one was done late at night using only a cheap pen and a 3x5 notecard. I should start doing more of these. I love the scratchy pen look.

Cubicles aren't soundproof?

Calm as Hindu Cows

First, a resolution: I'm getting my ass back on track. Daily posting will begin once again. If it ever happened.

Second, I am repeatedly freaked out by these van commercials whose sole selling point is the "get those little brats to shut their pieholes" dvd feature. TV has always been utilized as a babysitter, now we're playing up its hypnotic and energy draining effects as a positive? How I long for the days when parents would only sneak shots of whiskey into your milk to get you to quiet down. The brain damage was significantly less.



And remember, TV is to blame for this post.

I have no idea who this is

That was a lie. This is slightly based on my brother-in-law. It has to do with a tshirt concept he contacted me about. I was happy with the face, but my struggles with drawing hands (second post with that shoot'em pose) and bodies have left me angry. So I tried shading it. I have no idea what's up with that shirt, but the pants came out decent. Hey, I'm new at this.



Soon I'll have Photoshop! I say that like it will magically fix everything that's wrong with my drawings.

And if you can't tell, that is the foot of a certain leader of the Autobots.

"To give an idea of the maturity of my illustrations for this book, here is my picture of an asshole:

- Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Somewhere in the back of my head, I always thought the world would be incinertaed, the universe would collapse in on itself, and God would issue a formal apology for "all that silly nonsense" before you died.



Thank you, Mr Vonnegut. You were one of the few adults that made any sense to me. Welcome home.

Chipper to the End

Another friend inspired comic. And some of Shaun of the Dead.



A big congrats to my friend Wendy for securing yet another job and a place to live after she decided to walk way from the mafia. If you have ever had a bizarre conversation with someone on a city street at two in the morning, most likely you've met Wendy.

Mike + Mice = Death

Comic I did for Mike when he was stressed out by tests for med school. From the sound of it, I'm going to be cranking out a lot of these for the next six weeks.



He came out looking more like Luke Wilson but I was never much of a perfectionist.

I got a haircut today

Initial sketch and ink on a card for two friends.



Either I'm in the Matrix or one of those GAP commercials from a few years back.

My parents check this blog

My lovely cynic. As you can tell, I had a lot of creativity when it came to constructing faces that day.