i guess he's probably not well

i had something like that once. yeah.

noobs.

I have a Gold Membership to Xbox Live. I rarely use it. The reason?


the irony is he's lazier and fatter and uglier and lamer than I am in everyway, but he still gives me a hard time. odd.

Stupid kids.

what's up doo-rag?

I'll admit it. A certain Xbox 360 game that rhymes with "Shmears of Boar" has tickled my fancy.

I don't usually do this, but here's my ode to the manly-man vibe the whole game oozes with:


oh yeah. that chest heaves for the ladies.

Before you think of me as a testosterone-fueled, ultra-buff, M-A-N of the highest degree, I've got to say my other game of choice rhymes with "Shiva ...uh...er...Pinata".

Does anything rhyme with "Viva Pinata?"

He sucks blood for a living.

oh, snap! it's mother-effin' dracula n' stuff!

ghost ride this.

Look, it's a comic book aficionado.


"ponytail?" more like "dead give-away."

Oh, snap! Take that like-minded comic fans!

...as he walks off the page.

too many hugs does a body good.

What is that, er...cute thing?

i don't quite know what kind of animal it is, but it is in the clouds.

Space + Grime = this Guy.

I lost my Moleskine note book for a while. It was a difficult time for me.

Today I found it on my desk. Go figure. And I found just in time.

Just in time for a meeting.


this little space-dude probably would say "thanks for drawing me. if you hadn't, i wouldn't exsist." to which i would respond, "no prob, little space-dude. it was fun"

Thank god I found it. If I hadn't, I might have had to pay attention.

I shudder to think....

That dude.

Here's a dude.


He's a dude alright.

A friendly Robot.

friendly robots are the best robots

who's that dude?

I just got back from Ireland. I packed really light. I basically wore the same outfit the entire time. I drew this when I had a minute of downtime.


hat? glasses? t-shirt? hoodie? jacket? check. two inch thick layer of grease and dirt? check.

That doesn't look much like me. But that's ok. It wasn't a self portrait when I started, it only kind of became that when I added my clothes and facial hair.

Space-meeting.

I drew this during a meeting today. Everyone thought I was taking extensive notes. But I wasn't. I was drawing this dude. This dude who might be from space.


he obviously is in need of a wig.

I kind of love meetings. Kind of.

Fox Tail.

Foxes are cute. Their tails are cute. I saw a baby fox (on the internet).


I was amazed by a baby fox I saw on the internet, so I drew a baby fox.

Yeah. He was cute.

excitable boy space cat.

The cat in the previous post continues his adventure...


he makes a cute getaway!

P.S. I think i was channeling Jesse Riggle for the tentacles. It must be due to my crippling separation anxiety.

excitable boy.

he loves that cat more than he loves basic brain function.

something went wrong...

reminds me of a dude i know. you know the one. the ugly dude.

ummmm, banner?

a banner is a hard thing to fill.

hickie-heaven.

now that i'm long out of high school, sometimes I miss the secret late nights and dark hickies.... *sigh*

claaaaaasy

for real though, high school is for sucks.

cats with caps.

cats with cats is almost as funny as cats with mustaches. or cats with booties. or cats with flat faces.

prince puff

either he's a cloud prince thinking about his hero, or he's an ice cream scoop prince thinking about his... hero.

blank like my soul...

this dudical dude was birthed thanks to the winning combination of a boring meeting and scratch paper. more fortunate than many of his brethren, he escaped being tossed aside like so many random doodles, and made it here to greet you and yours. his expression represents my inner color of my soul.

it itches like it's still there.

gah!

I guess he might do drugs.

Look! A drug addict! I'll bet he's up to hilarious shenanigans and unpredictable tomfoolery to fuel his drug addiction! Ha ha ha. That's priceless, it truly is.


actually, on closer inspection, he might just be tired.

For real though, hugs not drugs.

Semi-Related Skullfaces.

Here are two drawings that are related because they both have skull-face faces. That is the only real connection.... I guess.


smooth operator


he appears to dabble in some arts. perhaps of the black variety. i don't know why.

Huzzah.

Ain't it the truth.

This drawing has been modified from it's original form. The name of the corporation or industry in question has been removed to protect any "innocent" parties.

Oh snap.

Someone's going to get hurt.

Something told lil' Rascal that this was sure to end poorly...

Let me lay some truth on ye.

There was no denying it: he was way cool.

Ode to NYC (the place).

We are back from the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn. It was amazing and fun and exciting. Also amazingly hot.

Great fun was had by all. Yes, fun for all... all except Adam who couldn't come because of stupid surgery.

We were in NYC for even glorious days. There was very little time to draw. But the few drawings I did do in my sweet Moleskine notebook I will share with you....

...now!


This man has headaches every so often, as we all do. But every time he has a headache, he takes out the piece of brain that hurts. Because our brains contain information, he keeps the small pieces in little glass jars, just incase he needs to access the memories contained inside. He just asks them, and they can talk back. I thought that would make a good movie or comic or serial television show or something. Like, this guys solves crimes or something, with the aid of his brain-chunk sidekicks. But the brain-chunks would be sassy and say funny things.

This dude was done inside the Drawl Graphic / Polaire tent in McCarren Park, Brooklyn, at the Renegade Craft Fair. There was actually very little time to draw at the fair. Lots and lots of people were drifting in and out of our tent, and I was being quite the social butterfly.



Watch out, homeboy! He's only got one eye and he's throwing a tantrum!

This hairy, Cycloptic fellow was done on the stoop of my brother's apartment in the East Village. I was on the stoop because my brother had to work, and it was late so we went outside to draw. But after a while people started coming out of the bar next door, standing around us smoking and talking drunk talk. It was obnoxious, so we went inside and played Wheel of Fortune on the NES.


*
I could have sworn Bollo Bolo Tie was spelled right when I drew this. But my Computer has a SpellCheck like my Sketchbook doesn't.

This was done in the subway. On the L on my way to Brooklyn, to be precise. Lindsay had a previous engagement, so I was on my own and drew folks to pass the time. This dude has some greezed back hair, a light mustache, some glasses that were shaped all cool like Aviators, and a Bolo tie to top it all off. I was feelin' his style.


*
She caught me in an intimate moment, I am ashamed.

This girl was also on the Subway. I drew her right after the Bolo Tie dude. She was rockin' out with her iPod, probably some Guns N' Roses if she knows what's what, and then she saw me looking and her and drawing and got all weirded out. This drawing is right when she noticed me, and her eyes got all big before she put on a poop face and kept peeking back at me every 3 seconds.



Another Skull-Faced Dude! Now with Hands for Wings!

This was done in Central Park where I met up with Lindsay and we drew for a while. It was very pleasant. The darkness on his arms was Lindsay's idea. I asked what I should do next, and she said "give him black-goo arms." And it was so. Good call Lindsay.



What a wuss.

On the flight home, our plane was grounded for 3 hours. Without air-conditioning in 90 degree weather. The plane was sweltering, every person was soaked with sweat and disgruntled. Once we finally got to Chicago, our flight to MPLS had long gone. So we got to sleep on the floor in the terminal until the next flight left in the morning. It sucked. But the whole time, I was fine. I've been through worse, and it is better than dying in a crash or something. But I swear everyone else thought it was the end of the world. It was non-stop complaining and crying from all the "adults" who were acting like the flight attendants personally sabotaged the plane to keep everyone miserable. People of AA Flight 363, grow up and stop acting like little cry babies, you cry babies.



Pacman is a punk.
I also drew this on the plane. Turbulence made me screw up the arm, hence the colored in part.

That's it. That was a little abrupt.

*Both of these were done on the subway in pencil, and inked at a restaurant in Brooklyn whilst eating a Turkey Sandwich and Curly Fries, yo.

skullface in orange.

Hey it's Skullface! And he's orange!

He's orange because I had an Orange Brush Pen. It's a fact.

He's a hit with the Ladies, I say.

if only you could hang. he cool.