Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Late Night with Conan O'Brien - The Last Late Night Good Night

I know this is almost a week old, and that everybody who really wanted to see it likely did so as it was broadcast last Friday evening. But I've gotta pay tribute in whatever way I know how (copy-pasting html code) to one of my big-time heroes. Thanks, Conan.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Victory in Spades, Victory by Coupon, Victory on Reserve

As I whimpered in my last entry, I apologize for the lapse in my usually faithful, near-daily posting. As an apology, I have for you readers today not one, but THREE brand new comics for you to eye-fuck. The first is one in yet another (potential) series, which is yet untitled (because I can't think of a clever pun for it. Basically, ya got yer tarot cards. They're supposed to be magical, an' maybe they are, I don't know. But all people really want to ask about is whether or not they're gonna have 'em some sex or get rich or any such thing in an array of selfish nonsense, or they want it to tell them something they already think, or to do something they already want to do. So this series is dedicated, in whatever strange way, to that whole mess. This particular little number is the dreaded NINE OF BUTTHOLES:

This second illustration is only the second actual comic strip I've posted on here, and at the behest of my seasoned colleague and roommate, I doodled it. This was a good idea, both because I didn't feel like dedicating the time and energy to fully illustrating five panels for a cheap joke, and because I need to work on my doodling skills. Note that drew three different Batmans in three different panels. I know looking at it is sort of like watching a WNBA game--all fundamentals and no slam-dunks--but I need to affirm my existence by foisting even my worst work onto other people. , if you like funny Batman comics, be sure to click on this highlighted section of text. Anyways:

I don't have too much to say about this last installment. I'm a big fan of guns, dinosaurs, and nuclear explosions, and I think that comes out pretty well in this piece. Also, you'll notice President Bush's head conveniently blocks out a portion of the caption which contains the name of the recipient of this drawring. I assure you that you wouldn't be missing out on anything more interesting than a former statesman's befuddled expression if I moved it out of the way. A man's gotta protect his peers' identities, don't he?

Friday, February 20, 2009

Update Announcement and Short Grievance

Sorry about the delay in posting.  Believe it or not, I've been drawing all week, but I've been lazy about getting back up on that horse (scanner) again.  


Saturday, February 14, 2009

Bury My Valentine at Wounded Knee

I love V-Day.

PS-I hate V-Day

PPS-Special thanks to R. Crumb for lending his shading technique and his consistent bitterness to this cartoon.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Wantings of a Cloud

Today's comic is part one of a series of superhero trading cards with characters based on vernacular used primarily by Cultural Studies students. The series is tentatively called "Major Cultural's Colleague Batallion", and our repertoire of goodies and baddies will grow in size as I feel the inclination. I've started with a villain because they're more fun to draw. Special thanks to CSCL professor Kysa Hubbard for inspiring this series.

PS-Keep your eyelids paperclipped open for tomorrow's special holiday comic.

Friday, February 6, 2009

"Fairy Larvae", by Franz Kafka

You can see I got a little hasty with the text at the bottom. It's hard to be patient when you're writing captions, because they don't have perky breasts or spittle dribbling out of their fat, ravenous faces. Also, the fairy has a bit of a man-bum.

PS-A special thanks to Jess Fink for indirectly contributing to today's comic; I looked at pictures she drew of herself to try to figure out how to draw pretty fairy ladies. She's sort of my crush in the cartooning biz.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

All Creatures, Great and Small

I've decided, in an attempt to consolidate my efforts of both comics-drawing and blogs-writing, that I will be posting my work in comics and illustration on this here blog. This saves me work and solves a few issues about the weight of what I usually post on this thing. Comic strips are like Sharks fruit snacks: fun-size, sweet, and not a big investment of time or consideration. So anyways, before you lies my first formal attempt at a strip. It's the first in a series of comics I'm planning to draw based on Overheard in Minneapolis quotes. If you've never heard of Overheard in Minneapolis, you're in for a treat. So anyways, I'm calling the series Overherd in Minneapolis, because barnyard humor is, like, the funniest. This first entry elaborates on a post originating from "The following silence was painful", and is narrated by America's favorite sexually liberated parrots, Giancarlo and Crackers. Yep (Sorry about all the sudden formatting issues; if you click on the comic it'll take you to a page where you can see the whole thing):


Monday, February 2, 2009


Welp, I do believe it's time for yet another change in my blog. I've been usin' 'er as sort of a publishing house for whatever funny or interesting shit I find on internets, which I guess is sort of what Mediation does, and that won blog of the year last(?) year. Meanwhile, most of my profile views come from me, checking to see if anyone has visited my profile. I need something new in here. Sure, posting things made by other people to make oneself look cool by association is an honorable and even an important service. Culture is a lonely, individual experience without dispensaries to spread it around and mush it all together. But I want to be the peanut butter, not the knife. I lust to create things that people think are cool enough to send to their friends and to write praising articles about for alternative newspapers and zines and shit. I've been reading a lot of comic blogs lately, and it makes me wish I wasn't such a shitty graphic artist. Blogs are not the place to drop the kind of heavy truth I'm spitting, and the only ones I read are fraught with short entries and brief, though sometimes profound messages. So, I don't know. Maybe expect some sort of drawings soon.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

History's Raddest Black Dudes

This, like the last volume of "History's Raddest Dudes", should require little introduction. I always try to do something special for Black History Month, and it always seems to come out sounding condescending, ignorant, or uncultured. So this year, I've decided to keep my message as simple and straightforward as possible: I love all black people.

You'll forgive me if some of my choices in this edition are a bit obvious; I'm not as much on the up and up with black history as I might like to be. So anyways, here's what I got:

George Washington Carver

Arnaldo Tamayo Méndez (See also: Guion Bluford)