So i got myself a fancy new android tablet. (this does not mean that i once had an old android tablet) This one is slightly more special-like, for is comes with a mostly pressure sensitive pen so i can draw things, on the go. I cannot find an easy way to get said pictures from there to here, so things wont be as immediate as i would hope. But, in theory there should be many ah more update. But the program i use has trouble turning images 90 degrees. But that will give some of you quantum cows some exercise, with mild head tilting. But the yogurt is also cursed.

This here is a lady i drew at some Dr Sketchy's Anti-Art school burlesque draw thing. This was the day i really tried to put my new device through some hoops. This came out of it, and i like this. Its fairly close to how the model looks. I think. I could have also been drunk. There are some kinks to work out of the machine, most of which i have found tiny loop holes, but hopefully the newly announced adobe android touch apps will solve any problems i have with existing software. Was that enjoyable? did you like hearing a vague amount of behind-the-scenes shop talk? Why am i asking ... you can't answer until the future when i am famous and/or dead. Well i will put a modicum of Tech things with entertainment so everyone can be moderately dissatisfied across the board. You're welcome.

(i might flip that Hamster comic around. I might not. It's got 20 words. Deal with it.)
edit: i flipped it. I went through dropbox, and just like ... flipped it there, and it automatically updated on this thing. Sometimes the internet doesnt hate me. Sometimes i get dog porn in my email. Sometimes i think about unsubscribing, but really, who's it hurting?

Det. T.Rex.

And here be another warm up picture i spent too much time on. This is Detective Trex ... he has the body of a well endowed man (i asked) and the head of the upper half of a tyrannosaurus rex. He solves mysteries with all the slyness of a man dinosaur. (read: he falls down a lot.)

nintenpoop

I have been busy doing things and doing nothing. So i am attempting to do warm up sketches when i feel like it. But that's just another way to not do the work i am supposed to do. Here is Link the Fairy Killer.

and Mario the turtle killer. Enjoy you terrible rapscallions

Turtle Nemesis

Woah, its been a cock long time. Well longer than that, depending on WHOM's cock you speak of. So to you future fans, reading this as present fans, from my self published time autobiography - wherein i tell about myself hence and forth in time, you will recall that this current time, past to you, is when i went through (and still in mid) The Maddening. A trial of depression coaxed on by good fortune and mediocre luck. Don't you just hate that? when one thing goes wrong, EVERYTHING goes ... kinda right? making you not appreciate that crap all the more? no? spoiled; me? Pishaawwww.

Anyways, in order not to turn this blog into a whiny LiveJournal post, here am some art. I did this actually at the beginning of The Maddening. But you know, i was maddened, so i didn't post it until now ... mostly procrastinating other work. So this was for a gallery of TNMT, the most vague topic yet, and this time i didn't create it the night before. No, because i forgot when the due date was, and drew it the day of (during an animation meeting rehearsal thing.) and printed and submitted the day after. But the dudes who do the thing are cool as always and junk. Anyways, this piece was done out of love and spite. In my time biography, see the chapter interwoven with The Maddening titled My 1st Art Nemesis. He or she is a guy or gal who may or may not have been jealous to have been in or been excluded from the Turtle show. Maybe.

Hopefully more art is to follow. Since i have more time on my hands currently than i know how to focus correctly. See interwoven chapter: Forced Retirement at 26.

Doodles! Oh the doodles

Hey there quantum believers. You may be looking through these ancient archives since my main hub of interest is some hyper holographic area of artistic congregation. At the moment, i believe it is called The Horror Boner. Though i imagine that by the time you quantum fans are mightily amassed, the name will be quite different. Something more inappropriate as conservativeness is mostly obliterated.

Anyways, i have been playing off an on with a new photoshop brush. Stumpy Pencil ver2. (in case you wanted to google it. You know, the verb; To Google)

This here was my main character of an ongoing (mental) story. Now he is some shlump.

This other gentleman is Captain

Nocrime. He is very against crime. Also, not an homage to Brock Samson. Unless that hurts your feelings. Then it might be. Unless you are a lawyer. Then that guy's hair color is magenta. Also his symbol is supposed to be reminiscent of a NO sign. (ala Ghostbuster) But the diagonal cross is through a C ... for crime. It looks like a cent sign, or a simplified hammer and sickle. GO (away) CRIME, GO!

PAX pokemans

So i went to PAX (east) and had a generally rockin time. I won't bore you, who weren't there, with how it was the best place on Earth for Nerdkind. And i won't shock you, who were there, with how much fecal matter one comes across at these things, if you are looking for fecal matter that is. (like a scavenger hunt. No points for anything found in a traditional bathroom*.)

I will only bore those of you perusing this internet diary, hidden in the attic of google, in the pad locked trunk of Blogger ... in a well, in a goat, within a duck, inside a mouse, locate interiorly in that of a small horse ... with that which pertains to my art.

So here is my hobby, of getting famous folk to sign a caricature of themselves with empty speech bubbles. As i did for XO Tigh of the Battlestar Gallactica. As i did (but not achieve) with Bruce Campbell. (i'll get ye, ye salty sona bitch) I clearly did not plan this out the day before like usual. Nor at all. It was last minute to spend my Sunday at PAX to wait in line for their signature of a drawing i made whilst waiting in that very Que line. I thought they would be impressed.

Well i was fairly at the end of that line. So just when i was done the picture, but still about 20-30min away, I was told that the Penny-Arcade legends themselves ... would be rushing through the last of the signatures. Which was fine. I didn't bring all of my beenie babies for them to sign, like some people. I got there, and they were plowing through their signatures. I gave them my quick spiel about what it was i had for them. Mike (the one throwing the pokeball) Wrote the "Poop" as fast as he could and slid it down. Jerry (the pocket monster depicted) Wrote "Some like it ..." he paused for what seemed forever, about 3 seconds... and finished it.

So i got no kudos nor shame for my engraven image of them. So they probably only barely analyzed it and wrote something random. (Mike probably writing Poop in the 1st speech bubble he saw) Or saw it and HATED their likenesses on page, and wanted it out of their sights immediately... Or simply had no time to commend me on my ability to immortalize their stunning physics via pen and paper. My ego shall go with ... the next option. They were merely too stunned and speechless to say much, and were so internally miseased, shunned it from the table, and their collective thoughts. Only to subconsciously strive to ascertain such comic hilarity portrayed hither. And yon.

*traditional bathroom: a bathroom indicated as such with a small ideogram of a human, being male, female, both, or those with wheels for butts. Some instances of celestial shapes have been used.

Places not indicated include, but not limited to; telephone booths, sheds, desk drawers, trashcans, one's own pants, another's owned pants, dog bowls, shampoo containers, afros (both african and jewish), stain glass windows, in the center of giant steel advertising donuts, (despite common opinion) Mexico, little girl dollhouses (including the tiny bathroom replicas wherein), computer terminals for the olfactory challenged, Mark Summers (of Nickelodeon's Double Dare and What Would You Do?), 3/4 of the still living teletubbies, and flesh wounds.

Balrog test

This is a test to see how easy I can BaLrOG from my fancy phone. This is an inked sketch I did out of boredom. That's Mr monkey and Ethel just getting done robbing a bank.

UPDATE : seems I can't place the image anywhere I want. Nor does it seem you gentle quantumiers can click to enlarge. Everything else about posting was easy peesey. Test half fail.