Whenever I get sick (currently have a cold) I have an overwhelming urge to dive off a cliff. In other news: someone said I was passive-aggressive towards religion, which made me feel bad…I need to be all-out aggressive towards it! Coming soon: a cartoon of Muhammad so the Muslimorons can feel included with the Christianincompoops.
I’ve never really drawn a sloth before…so this was my first foray into the wild and highly competitive world of sloth-drawing. According to wikipedia there are over twenty active sloth-drawing associations in southern California, so maybe I should join one.
My friend got one of those wallets (called “mighty wallet”) that you can draw on, so this is what I drew.
Can’t wait for the Dopesmoker reissue.
A squid in the pants is worth two in the ocean.
Always ask the right question.
My friend is in the new Cinerama movie, so this is my tribute to him, which will probably annoy him because it’s stupid and doesn’t make the least bit of sense.
The clouds here don’t rain, but they congregate and concentrate for unknown purposes.
When a bad drawing takes a turn for the stupidest.
If you search for meaning in everything, you’re bound to misinterpret the overwhelming majority.
Count Orlok? Or…not. Anyway, just got back from work and this is what I drew while there.
I don’t like Disney. Sure they made a few great movies back in the day, but they’re just plain awful now and have been for quite some time.
Really sloppy picture I quickly drew at work.
Warning! Semi-disastrous results! Being struck with a lack of the creative urge, I decided to attempt a portrait rather than something primarily of my imagination and thus we’re left with: the late, great Jacques Brel as drawn by a drunk, who—even when in full possession of his mental faculties and motor skills—lacks the necessary skills to properly do the man justice.
I’m no political cartoonist. I’m no cartoonist. I’m no…thing, I guess.
