In which I post bits from “Sergio Aragonés Destroys DC” by Sergio Aragonés & Mark Evanier.  Because, if anything, this book need more exposure.

Anyways… just try and imagine Christian Bale’s Batman-voice while reading this

And… if you’re willing to add the vocal styling of Michael Caine to your imagination, you might get a chuckle out of the following.  From a story titled “The Dark, Groovy, Solid, Far-Out, Right-On and Completely With-It Knight Returns” by Sergio Aragonés & Patton Oswalt.

In which I display the results of my attempts at overcoming a fear of drawing large groups of people.

Exhibit A, a digital approach:

Exhibit B, an analog approach:

Just the thought of coloring them is enough to bring tears to my eye.  And not in a good way. >_<

Marking the 68th “anniversary” of the funniest joke in the world. 

Pencil on cheap paper.  Inspired by the TMNT IV: Turtles In Time level title “Prehistoric Turtlesaurus”, and drawn during an exceptionally uneventful train trip from Dhaka to Khulna.

One of these days, I’ll have to get around to coloring this.  And fixing the dude’s anatomy in the process.

That’s all.

Another attempt at a serious post.

One of of my little struggles over the past few months has been letting go.  And not so much the letting go physical objects, like old cloths  Hell, I gave away my comicbook collection to my cousin without a second thought when we moved to Bangladesh.

The problem, MY problem, is letting go of ideas.  Some ideas, snuck into shadowy nooks and crannies of the unconscious mind and took root over the years that followed.  At the time, they were something to look forward to.  Dreams of a magical “Someday” when all would be right with the world, and various associations.

A mild example of the first would be analog art.  There are, literally, a ton of paper in my room with “art” containing ideas that are barely ¹⁄₂ formed.  (²⁄5 formed? ³⁄₈ Formed? ^√146689⁄768 formed?)  And as long as I have that ton of paper in my room, there are a buttload of “somedays” to look forward to, where those incomplete bits are turned into some of the greatest works of art known to mankind.  The problem with this is, primarily it clogs up the to-do list.

The second problem with this is, tropical weather and paper don’t mix very well.  Sitting on a ton of potential fungus outbreak is not the most intelligent of decisions.

The second problem, I think has to do to some extent, with my collector mentality.  There’s just something about collecting, getting and keeping things in order that appeals to me.  The problem is, it works pretty well for the first few years.  As an ex-ad-man I have something of an interest in package design, and find a certain amount of enjoyment in looking at the development and progress of … say… packaging over the years.  And the occasional oddities, like Mecca Cola , or a locally produced orange flavored drink called “Tank”.

It’s not that I get up every day to inspect my ton of unfinished analog artwork, or ogle through my Mecca Cola merchandise.

It’s just that, whenever I start planning about cleaning things up, these old ideas come up and start nagging -”Oh, I can’t throw away this piece of paper containing ⁷⁄42 of three stick figures on what appears to be a space-faring canoe.  This is suppose to be the beginnings of my concept art for ‘Invasion of the Cake People From Beyond Venus’.”  Or “I can’t throw away that partially dented can of Mecca-Cola.  That’s part of marketing history.”

Anyways, at this point, I’ve come to see my attempts at solving some problems as problems themselves.  And dealing with that seems to be helping progress.

…

Though I really should start working on “Invasion of the Cake People From Beyond Venus” again.

Ant.  Boot.  Quarrel.
’nuff said.

Hello.

If you are reading this, chances are you may have also noticed my sudden disappearance for the last six months or there about.

Things have been… interesting.  Disturbingly interesting.

A decade or so ago, I was dealing with a combination of the Blues (pretty straight forward 0x0000ff stuff) and procrastination.  And, I like to think that over the years I got fairly decent at dealing with the aforementioned Blues & procrastination.  It took years, but still…

Then, whether for better or for worse, things went (what I like to call) Indigo.  A comparatively complicated 0x4b0082, or as I like to think of it, the Ludicrous Speed to Blues’ Warp.

Blues brought with it an assortment of fears & doubts & what have you-s and tangled you up pretty badly, but once you figured out you were tangled up, it became easier to cut your way out of it.

Indigo makes you think you’re cutting your way out of said tangles, even though you’re actually not.  And the majority of my time during the last six months was spend doing just that.  Thinking I was working my way towards a goal, when I wasn’t.

So… what happens now?  I have no idea.  (Aside from the heads up that my posts might become a bit more philosophical in nature.)

So… errr… that’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

Birthday card for a friend of mine.  He’s into Skyrim these days.
(Click on the pic for the full view.)

**EDIT**

It’s awful nice of folks like @roscoes_farm, @SaintBlue1131, @angys_coco, @Cestovatelka, @godfatherofgreenbay, @Unstoppable_Inner_Strength to complement my artwork (for which I am always thankful ^_^) and then point out that they’re unfamiliar with Skyrim.

If it’s any consolation, I am unfamiliar with Skyrim.

The two things I know about Skyrim are, it’s a videogame and my best friend is an avid fan.  A Google search revealed a few conversions & in-jokes that would work as the basis for a card and I picked one.  That’s about it, actually.

Though, in hindsight, perhaps an upside down man spilling his martini is funnier out of context than in one.

Zombified princesses and lightsabers.  How can this not be awesome?

Just had to go and
settle on the stupid word
“Evaporation”

How in the hell does
one write six Haikus about
evaporation?

>_<