bob and shamar return

2006-08-14T19:42:00.000-07:00

Bob explains himself, etc.

DAS ART DUMP HA HA HA

2006-08-10T00:27:00.000-07:00

Insult raptor in another exciting adventure.

Yeah, uh, I have no excuse.

oh sweet jesus

2006-03-26T21:31:00.000-08:00

Well, I've reached a new height of stupid. Introducing the insult raptor:

And yes, I fucked up the pencil highlighting, YES, I KNOW I FUCKED IT UP BAD OKAY. I am on the other hand happy with the brains.

a new low

2006-03-26T21:28:00.000-08:00

Well, I've reached a new height of stupid. Introducing the insult raptor:

And yes, I fucked up the pencil highlighting, YES, I KNOW I FUCKED IT UP BAD OKAY. I am on the other hand happy with the brains.

shamar introduction

2006-02-06T22:58:00.000-08:00

More Bob and Shamar.

WELCOME TO THE ART DUMP

2006-01-31T00:16:00.000-08:00

I am redressing past wrongs.

No one would come except the FBI, to MINE.

Don't talk philosophical shit at the beach.

Bob, you wacky guy.

gay cowboys

2006-01-31T00:13:00.000-08:00

This is muddy and rather stupid and totally not influenced by Brokeback Mountain, but here it is anyway.

to a bright new day!

2006-01-29T00:56:00.000-08:00

Bob the communist revolutionary dog.

I know, I'm such a kidder.

the sixties?

2006-01-28T16:40:00.000-08:00

Carson expressing my feelings on that whole retro deal.

so yeah

2005-11-03T00:27:00.000-08:00

As you may have gathered, this sucker is on hiatus until I get a new scanner, which will hopefully be very soon. I'm doing a ton of work - more then I ever have in my life - but what with the lack of a scanner, I guess no one gets to see it! Shucks damn!

Coming attractions: greek temples, fun with sentient penises, Carson holding a bag of live mice.

poverty is your own problem

2005-09-17T10:28:00.000-07:00

I feel opinionated on this issue.

Funner things next week, perhaps. I have this idea for a shark drawing I'm dying to finish.

A Brief Field Guide To Hurricane Responses.

2005-09-03T23:02:00.000-07:00

Not art, but I wanted it here anyway.

I'm seeing a wide range of reactions from people to this entire event. I would like to present a short field guide to the most common types.

1. The Patriot seems to believe that criticizing the way things are being handled right now is tantamount to stabbing the victims in the back. I don't understand their thought process at all. To them, if people are criticizing the government or writing about how relief operation was screwed up, they are somehow "harming the rescue effort." In my opinion, if people have already donated and done what they could to help, to the exent of their abilities, criticism is not doing anyone any harm. If anything, it'll be doing good. The people who messed this up so horrifically badly need to get it across the face and HARD to ensure this never, ever, ever has to happen again, and that is the purpose civil, enlightened criticism serves. Now, if you haven't donated and you were financially able to, you can just shut the hell up.

2. The Survivalist is under the impression that the people of New Orleans should, nay, are REQUIRED to take up arms themselves to restore order in their city. By their logic, it is the fault of the masses hanging around the convention center that there are people shooting at rescue helicopters because they "let it happen." These people take that tough guy John Wayne view of the world, in which the badass with a gun can solve all problems and possibly cure cancer. This does not work in the real world. The mobs of people wandering around the city are hungry, tired, angry, and terrified. These are not people who are going to be using vast amounts of logic and restraint. They probably shouldn’t be wandering around with guns. And even if a totally lucid, responsible person decided to “do what the police will not,” who’s to say they’ll be in the area when one of the hoodlums decides to do something bad? It’s a lovely idea and absolutely untenable in real life.

3. The Badass is usually young and has aspirations of being cool and detached from the world. They’ve taken the disaster in a stride. “Who’s to say this is worse then any other human suffering? Pain is all relative!" they hiss as they file their black-painted nails. They make sneering criticisms of Americans at large. “Well, Americans barely gave a crap when all those people died in Thailand, but now we're whining like complete wusses! It's all the fault of those mini-van driving cow like soccer moms who will never be as cool and detached as me!"

Badasses sometimes overlap with the Survivalists and place the blame on the people for “staying when they could have left” and do the adult equivalent of sticking their fingers in their ears and going LA LA LA when it is mentioned that most of the people who stayed were unable to leave, due to either finances or health. I think Badasses are honestly under the impression that all those cancer patients and toddlers should have walked on out of town and it’s obviously all their fault that they did not. Badasses make sarcastic, off the cuff comments about how this is all such a “big fucking surprise, the government always sucks,” often as they drive on a government funded road or drink some clean government purified tap water. Most of these people need to be trapped in a slowly sinking house without water for four or five days. Somehow I doubt they will be missed.

4. The Race Baiter comes in two types - those on the side of the blacks, and those on the side of the whites. Those on the side of the blacks will claim that the sluggish relief effort was all an evil plot by George W. Bush to get rid of those Southerners who DIDN'T vote for him. The more moderate among them will still narrow their eyes at Bush and make comments about how he “hates black people.” They are into conspiracy theories and have been talking about Martin Luther King dying in vain a lot in the past few days.You may refer to Jesse Jackson and Kayne West. This group's rage is utterly understandable, but I can’t say it’s getting them anywhere.

On the other side of the coin, we encounter those on the side of white people. They make snide, snarky comments about how the blacks are trying to demonize the white male by taking advantage of an ugly situation. These people tend to use humor where it definitely does not belong, apparantly to make their whiny and self serving point. The white supporters rarely, if ever, are found to make comments regarding the actual disaster beyond “YEAH RIGHT WHITE PEOPLE SUCK WHATEVER YOU SAY.” They are most unpleasant. No one likes a whiner.

5. The Apologists are apologizing for everyone at the same time and wish that man why can’t we all just get along just stop the negativity. They never get anything done ever and you probably shouldn’t listen to them.

6. The Bush Basher, often a race baiter on the side of blacks, thinks Bush actually found a way to fathom up a killer hurricane and unleash it upon innocent people. Even if they don’t believe this, they are CERTAIN all this mess was intentional. They see Bush as the devil incarnate, and, in my opinion, attribute far more intelligence to him then he probably deserves. They come up with brilliant plans like the luminous “pay for your own boy” strategy seen below. They either didn’t vote in the last election or went for Nader. They are not very good at critical thinking.

7. The Mad As Hell is so fucking pissed off about all this godamn shit that they can’t fucking see straight. They think those cocksuckers who caused this disaster should just be fucking shot and strung up from trees, but they also think those whorehandle shiteaters who shot at the rescue helicopters should be strung up right with them. They’ve probably donated money and blood but just can’t fucking do anything else why the fuck am I so helpless fuck fuck fuck. They fly into vicious rages whenever they come into contact with one of the response types they don’t like. They use lots of cuss words in their entries and breathlessly update their livejournals whenever anything whatsoever happens.

8. The Hippie sure cares all right but it just rends their tiny, bird like little hearts in two to watch the media coverage. Therefore, they pay absolutely no attention and go busily about their lives. These are the same people who use the “I’m too sensitive” excuse to get out of caring about pretty much anything. I don’t like these people very much. They are impotent poof balls.

9. The Valley Girl (or boy) has to be told there has been a hurricane. Then you have to explain what hurricane means. Then you have to explain who the President is. Then you just stop caring and walk away. They will probably fall into manholes and die young, so they are not worth worrying about.

If you see any others, tell me about them. I'm 110 percent Mad As Hell with a slight smattering of Bush Basher.

oh yes and

2005-08-28T12:28:00.000-07:00

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

oh cindy

2005-08-28T12:27:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-28T12:22:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-19T23:33:00.000-07:00

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

2005-08-10T18:54:00.000-07:00

Another day, another slightly harmful obsession.

salesman

2005-08-06T09:36:00.000-07:00

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.

FOOK YOU MAN

2005-07-31T00:53:00.000-07:00

lol i so funny

sketchbook fun n' games!

2005-07-30T16:57:00.000-07:00

and a few classy selections from my sketchbook

lol furriez

2005-07-30T01:21:00.000-07:00

And now a brief explanation of why I'm not into that furry crap anymore.

Too big for here, check out that link madness.

THE PANEL THAT IS FIRST

and the second

third

fuck even more art

2005-07-22T00:52:00.000-07:00

Did this for the school literary magazine. Still got an A+ in the class despite the unfair and cruel portrayal of the teacher in the background. I guess you could say I won.

Here Bob is attempting to convince the electorate to read Abbie Hoffman.

raptor fun and bob engaging in destruction

2005-07-21T23:08:00.000-07:00

Yeah.

some dogs

2005-07-21T22:59:00.000-07:00

I don't post enough drawings of animals in these parts.

havana, bi polar

2005-07-17T22:30:00.000-07:00

HAY LOOK GUYS IT'S LIKE CARSON AND HE'S ALL SEXY AND THERE'S LIKE HAVANA IN THE BACKGROUND AND LOL CIGAR GET IT GET IT GET IT

oh god you don't get i'm going to go die

coyote waitress

2005-05-16T23:33:00.000-07:00

I like car hop girls. I like rabid coyotes. So, yeah.

tiki bar

2005-04-09T21:16:00.000-07:00

I wanted to draw a tiki bar and experiment with lighting in terms of my Prismacolor markers and here we are.

2005-04-02T18:25:00.000-08:00

So, I got off my duff and actually did some fanart. Anyway, I found this neat fifties ad and decided it'd be fun to do it with Spike, and here you are. This took way too long because I am a Photoshop neophyte. (that means I am a Photoshop Loser.)

Ad in question: I AM ROCK HUDSON.

Spike:

carson character profile

2005-03-13T00:31:00.000-08:00

Carson Nakai
Height: 6’0
Age: 26
Ethnicity: 1/2 Navajo, 1/4 white trash, 1/4 Korean
Location: San Francisco, alternating to New Mexico
Likes: Jell-O, fifties ads, jiggling naked flesh, Hunter S. Thompson, sixties culture, road trips, fighting, watching Travel Channel documentaries on the Secret Life Of Las Vegas, funky Asian food, mescaline, backpacking, deserts, the internets, hideous t-shirts, dogs, environmentalism, Jethro Tull, sex sex sex.
Dislikes: Responsibility, most other men, the majority of music except officially Carson-Sanctioned ™ bands, ferrets, underwear. Boy Scouts, People Who Litter, cars made after 1975, chain restaurants, socks, mass transit, Thomas Kinkade.
Occupation: Itinerant journalist, odd jobs.

Carson is one of those people that flit through life as if it was made especially for them. Cheerily corrupt, he blasts his way through existence with little tact and without reservations. He has the aesthetics and general ideals of the more militant brand of hippie, which filters down into his clothing and music choices. A sporadic magazine journalist, he’s got a lot of talent but the attention span of a gnat, which means he rarely gets paid for his work. He’s handsome and lean, with an exotic look due to his mixed background, and he gets plenty of attention from the opposite sex, which he revels in. However, the women usually run for their lives when they get to know him a little better in his effusive weirdness. Carson is wary of other men due to his upbringing, and tends to gravitate towards women, whom he adores with charming abandon. Although he is fiercely intelligent, rationality doesn’t feature into his life, and he often functions on rash decisions and poor judgment. However, he’s still an adult who will hold up his end of a bargain if so required- and he can become quickly serious if the situation requires him to do so. Fiercely loyal, Carson will fight like a tiger for those who have earned his fuzzy trust and love. He enjoys a casual brawl and often wins, but his winning streaks are based solely on his ability to snap out of his usual happy hippie persona into a feral neck biter, which makes him an easy victim for anyone who has nuance in their fighting techniques. An old school monkey wrencher, he delights in making the lives of National Park going rednecks and urban developers a misery. He is an eternal optimist and considers people who wallow in angst the epitome of stupid.

a terrible fate

2005-03-06T00:41:00.000-08:00

I'd be worried too.

I think too much, at times.

you could say there's a theme here

2005-02-27T21:16:00.000-08:00

I used the Google magic on this - ie, this picture of a meadow. Google is often a revolutionary invention when it comes to finding references for drawings.

LOOK AT THE LAME

2005-02-24T17:04:00.000-08:00

Slowly teaching myself to use Photoshop and created this masterpiece of crapola. I uploaded this mainly so, if anyone asks me what I spend my free time doing, I can refer them to this.

dog torture

2005-02-24T15:47:00.000-08:00

Don't lie to me and say you haven't done this before.

fly free!

2005-02-24T15:17:00.000-08:00

Oh, just don't ask.

2005-01-09T14:02:00.000-08:00

New drawing yessir. The first in a somewhat planned series of Coyotes Menacing Humans. Large, so you get a button.

2004-12-20T15:27:00.000-08:00

I love this drawing. I was sitting with Logan during lunch waiting for his friend Sam to be off from work and watching people and I thought "hey, giant coyotes menacing cars rock." I'm sad that the scan prevents the tiny screaming people in the car from coming through with clarity. In all lives, rain must fall.

azer-bijan you know

2004-12-20T15:24:00.000-08:00

There's no story here other then that I was sitting on the couch in Florida and drawing crap and thought of Azer-Bijan then thought harder and realized "what a funny word" so I put it in a drawing. And colored it. And so you get this thing.

2004-12-20T15:23:00.000-08:00

I put my art and writing here in lieu of clogging up my livejournal and subjecting people I like to this mindless drivel. And so it goes.