oh yes and

I like classic rock a whole lot yes I certainly do here's why.

oh cindy

The day was drawing to a close and Cindy had, finally, made her Victoria’s Secret run. Clutching her bag of size 12 skivvies, she lumbered through the mall. Tonight was her date with Brad – if he would even show up. She didn’t know if he liked lace, but she told herself he did. God, everything was going to hell, she thought to herself as she wandered down the lanky boulevards of the mall. Brad was getting more and more distant. He could tell that he was interested in that girl who worked at the Singular booth across from her restaurant. That fucking bitch.

She walked into the gift shop at the entrance to the mall, not really looking for anything but trying to extend her time away from home. Suddenly, she saw it. A clearance sale on Precious Moments figures.

Cindy murmured a silent prayer and brandished her credit card.

oh no not the sharks

Whole bunch of quick doodles.



Really, who DOES need sex?



I should have drawn more screaming people hanging from their jaws. I apologize.



A brief and inadequate explanation. I have recently begun listening to Spirit, yet another of those psychedelic sixties bands. They have a song called “Mechanical World,” which, as far as I can tell, is about someone threatening suicide after his girlfriend left him. Of course, that could be completely false. We are, after all, dealing in sixties music and the lyrics are not actually required to make any sense.

Anyway, I was drawing in bed and listening to music, as I usually do, and that song came on and I made a brief and rather disingenuous connection between the lyrics and mood of the song and the totally crap plight of a dying coyote. There is no deeper meaning other then that I felt like drawing something that wasn’t completely humorous for once. If you want to interpret this as a parable about human depredation on the majestic coyote race, I guess you could say that but it would be a lie.

I am not a very deep person.

carson character design

Just another profile drawing of Carson. He's actually starting to look the way I've always meant him to. I axed the dyed blonde hair because it didn't fit his personality and it also looked kind of faggy on him. The Hawaiian shirt remains. They're so seventies, and he's supposed to be very, very stuck in the seventies. I meant to put him in giant sunglasses ala Hunter S, but I didn't want to shade them. He should be a little lankier but overall, I'm pretty happy with how he looks.

I promise I'll put up some more drawings of Godzilla eating babies or something later this week.

I'M GOING TO DIE NOO

Another day, another slightly harmful obsession.

salesman

mmkay




He's supposed to show up at one point in one of the plotlines I have laid out. He's a slightly nightmarish life insurance agent who drinks a lot of gin and is always surrounded by flies. Drools constantly.