I’m working on several longer form cartoons and none of them are done. It’s been a busy week. Yesterday I went on an 18-mile bike ride. Have you ever ridden a bike 18 miles? I didn’t think so.
ANYWAYS. Here’s a few preview panels for something coming this week. This will be a bit longer than my normal cartoons. Also it’s a true story.
Apologies for the dearth of updates of late. I’ve got a new project in the works; the plan is to have some new content up every day next week. I’m talking cartoons up the yin yang.
Until Monday though, here’s Lincoln mowing a sumbitch DOWN.
Like most people, I like my metal to have extended conga solos and lyrics about a magic horse from space. I’ve blogged before about my favorite band Hawkwind. Here’s “Magnu.” YOU’RE WELCOME THAT I MADE YOUR WEEKEND WAY AWESOMER. PS Check the sweet magic fire horse I drew.
MAGNU (Brock, 1975)
Magnu horse with golden mane
I want your help yet once again
Walk not the Earth but fly through space
As lightning flash or thunder’s race
Swift as the arrow from the bow
Come to me so that no one can know,
Sunbeams are my shafts to kill,
All men who dare imagine ill
Deceit that fears the light of day
Fly from the glory of my ray
Good minds open and take new light
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Until we diminish by the reign of night
Download (goes to FileQube).
This is hardly a David and Goliath story—I’m certain AMF won’t be pounding on my door at midnight with a defamation lawsuit but BOWLING IS THE DUMBEST THING EVER. It takes me about two years to forget this at which point bowling sounds amazing and then in about 5 minutes in a bowling alley it’s all BAM!—suck city.
Bowling is an antiquated public display of machismo in which overcompensating men with huge right arms throw a heavy thing as hard as they can in the name of competition. Sometimes girls bowl—this mostly involves giggling and pretending to be impressed by their dates’ ball hurling prowess. Also high-fiving all around.
A bowling alley is one buxom waitress shy of a Hooters.
If you’re starting to suspect that all this anti-bowling sentiment is a result of me being terrible at bowling, OKAY FINE MAYBE YOU’RE RIGHT. I think I bowled under a 50 on my last game. WHATEVER SHUT UP.
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ALSO, bowling at night is stupid because they turn on a bunch of black lights in order to call it “Cosmic Galactic Prism” bowling and charge extra. Bowling in black lights has officially made me retract a statement I made to my former roommate Joe-you DO NEED to EVENTUALLY WASH PANTS, JOE. YOU WIN. I looked like a hotel bedspread on CSI.
GROSS, BRAD. NO SERIOUSLY THOUGH. WHAT IS ALL THAT.
The eyeclops cries pus! Eldritch magicks are afoot. Behold….it’s….it’s…okay it’s pretty terrible. Sorry for becoming a “crying animated gifs of monsters” blog lately.
I have some big comics/concepts in the works that I’m trying to hammer out. Maybe for next week? Anyways thanks for reading. And…
2-headed boy (Chimeric Archie).
B Kerr 2008
Today’s comic is cancelled due to racism. Instead, here’s a badger.
Click preview for full comic (goes to Picasa page).
If my recent collaboration with Arman Bohn has given me anything, it’s legitimacy. No longer am I a mere “blogger”—frittering away the hours by illustrating bus rides and uncomfortable interactions with people. No, now I am a visual artist and it’s high time I start behaving as such. Today I’ve granted you privilege into the artist’s sketch book. Do you marvel at the raw art of this portrait? You’re welcome.
Once again I want to direct you to Arman Bohn’s blog for another test animation for the “Demons to Diamonds” music video. You will soon know the terror that my drawing hand is capable of. Lo, and you shall tremble!
(insert Vincent Price laughter)
