Friday, July 30, 2010

Quick Urchin

A quick drawing on a Sticky-Note. Urchins of 1935.
Twenty-two years after the above moment, the young fellow pictured was standing in the spotlight of a smoke filled basement cafe, and accompanied by bongos and flute recited this:

The Coffee is Tepid
I Imagine Steam Long Gone
Dissipation
Dwarves Call From the Garden

Ten years after that, he was an anonymous clerk at Digital Equipment Corporation.

Aside from his occasional appearances at the Maynard Chess & Scrabble club throughout the 1960s and '70s (it closed down in 1979), no one can remember anything more about him (no one can even agree on his name...)



Saturday, July 24, 2010

Ersatz Geek

If there was a mystery novel called MURDER AT THE COMIC CON, there'd just have to be a scene like this:

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Scribbling at Five in the Morning

Still not asleep at five in the morning, so thought I'd just grab a pencil and draw. Now I'm posting this at 6:00am...

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Case Closed


In late Victorian London lived many great detective.
One of them was Thomas St. Cthulhu.
Known as The Baker Street Cephalopod (or, less charitably, "That Hideous Bloke"), St. Cthulhu solved many cases that even his more well known rivals deemed impossible, such as The Case of the Living Waffle and Nyarlathotep's Cheque Book.

St. Cthulhu retired from crime solving when it was found that his methods, though successful, often brought about some kind of apocalypse

Monday, July 5, 2010

Mr. Hotdog


This last week I was outside running some errands, when I spotted a guy dressed as a giant leprechaun handing out fliers, and it reminded me of the time a few years back when I saw a guy dressed as a hotdog. I saw the Hotdog man handing out restaurant adverts by the BlueLine CTA station at Damen; He had the same kind of face one would see in a minor villain in a Spaghetti Western -- an incongruous look for an anthropomorphic hotdog. I also thought it rather odd that a giant hotdog would be wearing a hotdog shaped hat, too.