what am I doing?

storyboards and wishing friends happy birthdays
that's what

not the most inspired

but it is on theme...
could use some color

if I should die before I wake...

change

50 cent


















25 cent


no cents

photo booth realizations

here's my new scanner

it's called an 'iphone'

ALRIGHT already!!!

Ok, so 7 months ago I got a new computer and so my old bootleg copy of 'photoshop' didn't transfer over from my old machine.
so, being too cheap to buy a new version I stopped doing computer art at home

but, here's what I'm doing now at work:



top secret, SUPER secret
super CRAZY secret

so shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

fiddle-dee-tiddle

happy late St. Patty's Day
i bid you all a fond hello
and if the merry march month may
be kindly to make longer days
and celebrate the lifted haze
of winter's freezy bellow

Skazzle-bee-zazzle

and if you find yourself afloat
then hide it 'neath a warming grin
for you too hold some warmth within
whilst gazing at her litter bin
and spring has sprung in gungadin
and the living world resumes it's spin
and lighter is your coat

friggle-mee-giggle


so Happy late St. Patty's Day
and merry the month you will make it hooray
for it's no lie
my alibi
is a leprechauns promise...
***
fraggle-dee-gaggle!

fishing show

i was at a bar one time
they had the TV's on at either end of the counter
now, mind you, I usually hate bar TVs
and that the fact that these televisions were on
in a bar that's supposed to be dark and unobtrusive to a Drunk's sensitive peepers.
but these TV's had a fishing show on it
that was fun to watch.

REVOLUTIONARY PIMP BIRD

smackin' yo ass all the way from 76th, it's REVOLUTIONARY PIMP BIRD
ready fo a 'mofo sandwich'??
sheeeeit... you betta be!
it's REVOLUTIONARY PIMP BIRD
cooler than coor's silver bullit-
able to break his knuckles all over yo face-
it's REVOLUTIONARY PIMP BIRD
gobble gobble

on a 'red lion' evening

anyone remember this waitress?

hint: she didn't work at the red lion...

and she insisted on bringing 'big boy' sized drinks... wowza...

see my purse

what then to do about this jesus mania?

happy easter

the devil wrote me a love letter last week
but i just dropped it into the singel


what an asshole
he doesn't even have any original ideas
i mean, come on:


what a fag!

satan's 'go-to guy': AROSAUPHIUS

shrill screams beckon his comming
this beast from the killing fire of damnation
eyes staring madly into yours
into your soul
it knows what you dream about
it smells what you fear
as the cloven demon rides the wind of empty remorse
it stops and takes a piss at an interstate rest stop
heck, demons 'go' too you know
it's too bad he can't conjure away his overactive bladder problems
maybe he should try Zelnorm
is that the stuff that stops the pee-pees?
or is that the 'make my dick bigger' pill?
boy, would that suck if he got 'em mixed-up
he comes to steal the very life's blood from your body
all the while donning a medically enlargened erection that has the perma-drips
the only thing you'd die of is laughter
and then HE'd die of embarrassment
then you'd laugh and laugh
laughing so long and loud that you'd actually fall onto the ground
and grab your side
getting 'in stitches', they used to call it
ho ho ho

THEN he'd kill you in some horrible fashion
probably in a manner not involving his incontinent dick hose

...probably

anyway, the goat is scary, take my word for it
i mean, shit... he's riding an asteroid through space/time
all the while shooting fiery projectiles from each hoof
that's pretty damn scary if you ask me


maybe I need to roll him up...

oh, you know what I mean
(D&D players unite)

gold mask use #2

robot ronnie james

while I'm at it

i dug deeper into the old memory box
I found some SUPER OG robot stuff, from my original pitch bibles for cartoon network.
here's the second drawing I EVER did of Robot

at one point I thought Robot should wear a 'batman' t-shirt

our favorite freaky brethren, the Yogman twins, were originally more 'tweedle-dee/tweedle-dum'-ish (but still pure EVIL)

and, one of my favorites: at one point while originally pitching the show, some executives thought that Robot should have a human family... so I gave him this:

oh, and I was trying to give robot his first exposed metal body... C-3P0's apparently...

but one thing was always constant:
Robot was a punk
... even when the network thought I should give him a 'real' name
(hence the "M" on his shirt... you'll have to guess what it stands for... I won't tell)

OK... OK...
more NEW art next time
no more looking back

oh yeah..?

not to be outdone by mike, here's some robot thumbnails I did for the opening titles...



and a page from the 'nudist' thumbnails as well!

and with one fell swoop

the harpy plunges the dagger deeper into our hero's chest...
and all begins to darken as hope is drained from our wide-eyed dreamer's heart...
hope and 4 quarts of the ol' red and gooey that is...

art for the modern wall

here's my new installation on the back wall of the BOGERTY BUILDING at 8th and lyndhaven st.
look, 4 poopies are already enjoying it!



(works inspired by napikin art)
...like this:

mårz

B-I-C-Y-C-L-E

i like
to
pretend
i'm living
in
amsterdam
even though
it's
just
los angeles

KRUDD-y

so, since nickelodeon has seen fit to put this cartoon in a crate and store it in that gigantic warehouse next to the arc of the covenant
(that's for you 'indy' fans)
I thought I'd shed some light on a cartoon that I'm really proud of making
and let internet nerds the world-over see what mike and I made
here's that long lost pilot for the cartoon which never was
the WIZZARD of KRUDD
...enjoy

money money money

I've designed another denomination...
this time it's the U.S. 4 dollar bill
don't spend it all in one place
$4 $4 $4 $4

happy valentine's day... biotch

from my 'out of shape' ass to yours...
have a splendid february 14th!

napkin anyone?

remember those bar napkins I mentioned earlier..?

well, here's a sketch i did at a bar remembering another bar


a vortex immediately opened once i finished this drawing.

the infamous BODYCHECK

what a @#!!*@#'n goober...

i figured it out

a bottle of bubbly helps to open one's mind to new ideas. is this really what it's all about? hokey-smokes batman, life sure has taken a funny turn...

DRIVER

Inquiring minds want to know

the emphasis is on the 'com'
like iconic

tales of a 6th grade phone-o-phobe

I've never been a big fan of telephones. Whenever asked to speak on one, or, whenever one rings around me, I clench my body, as if I know I'm going to get punched in the back of the head. I avoid using them as often as possible, and LOVE people who think nothing of it, and can make my calls for me. I guess that's a secretary (assistant??) but I need to get a bit cooler before I'm rocking that style again. Heck, I only succommed to gettin a cell phone a year ago, and it's 2007 now, mofro!
I'ts jus the whole 'speaking to persons not there' aspect which kind'a fucks with me. Like you're channeling someone, and only you can hear them. But the voice isn't really matching with what's happening around you, so you become slightly zombifyed: muttering to yourself... staring off into space... or just shutting down completely, (usually while driving your 'ebony midnight' suburban through the intersection of victory and hollywood way). You're instantly handicapped, one handed. And, shit, remember when phones had cords..?

that reminds me...

This is not to say I haven't done my time yapping into that little plastic rectanguloid. I have been known to date girls from time to time. At this point in my life I've probably spent HOURS... no, DAYS (weeks.. MONTHS?) on the phone with girls. Now, in a time of need, I used to think of the phone as my only link to the woman I adored. If I couldn't be with her in body, virtually through the wireways was the only option. God, what a fucking fool I was, (am?). The first girl who introduced me into the hell that was, and still is, 'inter-sexual telecommunications" was Diana Naffissi in 6th grade. I totally wasn't into her at all. But, I was young, and not wanting to be rude to a 'lady', (and not knowing what the fuck was up with the phone thing), I managed to log in a couple hours a night listening to her talk at me through that pesky off-white, free with a subscription to 'TIME' magazine, $6.95 squalkbox. Ahh, I remember it all too well: the marathon sessions... the 'who's hanging-up first' game... or if you're lucky, the uncontrollable crying, (consoling as only a phone can). Oh, I started amusing myself with games like putting the phone down and walking away... going to take a pee, (which back in the 'cord' age was essential), seeing how long I could be away from the phone without her noticing it. Maybe pepper-in an occasional "Uh huh." as I walk by on my way to go get some chips. Watching three TV shows in a row with the phone cradled over my shoulder, muttering the obligatory "Uh huh."-s at 7 minute intervals. Angrily miming at the phone to shut the fuck up... strangling the life out of the phone... "Uh huh."



that's why the new 'iphone' is SOOOOO great...

i need money so bad... i gotta make my own

here's my design for the new 12 euro bill
it's made from old chuck taylor tongues and tempra paint.
use it next time you wanna buy hash at the Dampkring

title sequence for 'BENJAMIN'S GHOST'

you can't break a $100 bill at the Short Stop after 11pm!!
No Sir...

sgt. john bloomers

while rummaging in my attic I found this old tintype of my distant relative SERGEANT JOHN BLOOMERS,
union cavalryman from the tuchumsa hill brigade
... prestigious!

there's a secret path...

right past the reflecting pond
on the trail that leads you by the amphitheater
with the 80's style graffiti covering the walls.
all who look can see the path
but who's looking?
and what do they see?
why, it's the ducks!!
marching in straight rows
swaying with each waddle
wearing teeny-weeny hardhats
with teeny-weeny lights
and teeny-weeny pick axes
off they march
proudly
along the bank of the pond
and where do they march, I heard that little girl in the back ask...?
to mine delicious powdered pizza flavoring
for 'Pringles' potato chips
they march off to the mines...
the PIZZA TASTE mines


and I smile as I ring my bell in cheer
and pedal just a bit slower
through the park
past the reflecting pool
towards the underpass
and out into my vacation.

i enjoyed the music that night

notice my homage to ian flemming
when asking myself,
"what do i put between his arms..?"
my itunes replied with an angelicly fruity lullaby

enough with the porno!

when i'm happy i draw myself like this

















oooooh... but when i'm bummed:




incidentally, neither one looks anything like me

pac-tit

wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka wakka
boop borp moop
you win the boobie!

when in rome

is this my inspiration for my rash series of nudie drawings?

oh... like you aren't on your way to that site yourself!!

nekkid

here's another one of my teeny post-its that was quickly colored
i got on a nude kick I guess
pretty odd for me, but it's fun to try new things
more later

figure study

if memory serves me correctly...

trans-formers

WATCH as a crudely drawn sketch of a naked female figure becomes a caricature of 'powerpuff girls' creator craig mccracken

brrring

spittle flies digitally into the telephone
as the 'post-it' series continues.

O'Finnegan

deep in the jungles of cambodia
NASA secret operative is on a mission
protecting our national pride
recovering stolen secrets
from those yellow commie bastards

Character Bio: GORTHOM the UNDYING

NAME: Gorthom
AGE: 412 years dead
RACE: Half Zombie
EYES: yellow
WEAPONS: dual scimitars
LIKES:mead, deer brains, killing witches, scented candles
DISLIKES: witches, uppity trolls, sharp axes

D&D log 2:

TORGON heals the drunken half zombie GORTHOM with an ill spell of cursed health.
the sudden awakening angers the half zombie and leads to a grumpy morning for both adventurers

deep in thye dungeon...


...of CUMSTAN the WHITE
TORGON and a strange wandering woodsman witness
the brutal remains of a tortured sex slave...
but wait
first they must do a roll for 'boners'

(they both roll above a '12')

THE WIZZARD OF KRUDD

in comparison to 'Robot Jones', here's some shots from the latest show
Mike Stern and I teamed-up again and rocked the cartoon world!
it really did turn-out pretty cool
we did a TON of work on it... and i hope it shows!
our old buddy Dan also helped-out and did some BG's for us
scribble-licious
the cartoon gangstas are back, bitches!

Mike was talking about having a bash to screen and celebrate
so, I'll make sure all the cool people are invited

ROBOT JONES


oh yeah
i once made a cartoon
you may have seen it
here's some OG scenes
from the 2nd pilot
i did layouts for these scenes
so it kinda looks like the way I was drawing Robot in the beginning

for those of us who are too 'cool' to carry around a sketchbook, but still gay enough to draw in public, there's always BAR NAPKINS. drawing on these flimsy paper rags with a bic pen is quite a challenge, especially if you like to 'shark it' (to apply excessive force with writing impliment while drawing)
but, alcohol sometimes makes for fun doodles:
*document happenings around you at the bar...
*come-up with new cartoon ideas...
*or, pretend to do some work...

YAY!

lately I've been working with staples and stern on some original show ideas
here's a bunch of characters all lumped together
a madcap bunch of ghost hunters
(but why do the ghosts all have boners?)

so, back when I was doing my first storyboards, I used to experement with using different pens and pencils... I actually still do this!
each of my storyboards tends to be a slice of what was going on with my life at the time... and it shows in the art.
here's an old 'Cow and Chicken' storyboard i did all in red PILOT precice V7 pen... trying to get really cool back in 1998(I think):

hello cyber buddies (and real buddies)
i finally gave-in and decided to do a blog
hopefully it will make me do more drawings so I can 'keep-up with the Jonses'
well, I hope it's a fun ride!