Hark, a Canadian

They're on my blogroll already, but that just doesn't cut it.  Here is a short list of comic artists who I would open-mouth kiss and/or with whom I would enter into a common-law marriage:

Jess Fink

Katie Beaton

Tara McPherson

Tim Kreider

John Kricfalusi

In truth, I'm only interested in kissing girls, but I don't know if I could turn down Tim Kreider or the illustrious John K. if they asked nicely.  Also, the first two entries on the list are friends, so I can't help but imagine some sort of hazy, bohemian loft-turned-opium den in Uptown Minneapolis where I just sit around all day with two sexy lady artists and blow smoke into sunbeams.  That's the stuff.

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?

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.

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.

Love Letters from Sing Sing

"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.

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):