Future Insensitive

In the future, when the human race will have been conditioned to complete personal inoffensiveness, will insults, gross humor and social faux pas be relegated to the Robot population?

He Who Has Nothing

Dark Pencil

Just messin' around with a 2B (and a little 6B) pencil.  Drawn on a Post-It type notepad.

What Troglodytes DON'T Want

What would a one-eyed dwarf troglodyte be thinking about at this time of year?

Based Upon A True Story

Toto Tote

Earlier this week, came across a woman who was carrying a little dog in a shoulder bag.

Last week there was a different doggie encounter:  I came upon an apparent "Bag Lady" who had a small dog.  The dog was dressed in a rather fancy sweater, and I asked the woman if she minded if I took a photo of the critter.   The woman replied:  "No! No photos!! -- IDENTITY THEFT!!!"

Forgotten Memories

Woke up at 6:00am this morning with an upset stomach.  This idea just popped in my head then.

Just Another Daze

The Next 30% ?

Something scribbled while on the train

A Quick Pic

I haven't done anything in ink in a while, so here's something done quickly on a Post-It

Making the Parents Proud

What They're Really Saying

Frankenstein: Again

Every so often, it is necessary to draw a variation of the The Frankenstein Monster. This one I slapped together (ha, ha!), in a couple of minutes.

Czew on That

Again, something drawn while sitting on the train.

Let's see... I'll name this guy Tungston Czew . He's a rock band roadie from the early-to-mid '70s.  His last name being "Czew" everybody started calling him "Chewy", which he thought was a pretty cool nickname until STAR WARS came out, and he had to continually tell people he had the name first and the movie "stole" it.

Ringnose & Armadillo

A couple of doodles I did on the train.  Perhaps they can be combined into a super-hero duo, Ringnose & Armadillo --  or maybe that could be the title of a a heartwarming family movie?

Mr. Anarchy

I was watching a movie called GABRIEL OVER THE WHITE HOUSE (1933), and one actor in it made me think: "That guy looks like he could play the stereotypical crazed anarchist" (turned out to be Mischa Auer, "the Mad Russian").  Anyway, it made me think of making a cartoon character called MR. ANARCHY:

Nostalgia Redux

 Back in the 1950s, there was a TV show called THE MILLIONAIRE, wherein a mysterious multi-millionaire would send out his personal secretary to present a cashier's check for $1,000,000 to some specially chosen individual.  The story would follow how this bounty would effect the life of the recipient (for good or bad).

 These days, a million bucks is not that impressive, it seems.  If one was to create a similar type show now, what would it be?  One could just increase the amount to ten million, but I think people have slightly different dreams and ambitions in the 21st Centruy. 

  I think the new show would be called I CAN SUE!

  In this show, each episode would have a mysterious lawyer choosing some individual that he could help attain the dream of every modern American: Winning a lawsuit for millions of dollars!

What Everybody's Thinking

I'm sure that in any crowd, you can pick out at least one person who's thinking this:

Positive Thinking

Mr. Wonderful

Another quick drawing I did while sitting around waiting to see if I would be serving on a jury

I call this guy 'Mr. Wonderful" -- he's the type of guy who's always enthusiastic, looks on the bright side, will try to pay for everybody's lunch -- basically, the kind of guy who everybody figures can't really be that nice, and must have bodies buried under his basement or is embezzling from an orphanage.

An Unsolicited Comment

While Waiting in a Big Room

Another drawing produced while sitting around waiting to see if I'd be picked to serve on a Jury:

Court Doodle

Last week I was required to report for jury duty at the Criminal Court.  While waiting in a big room to see if I'd serve on a jury (did not), I read, did puzzles and drew some doodles.  This one is an inked and colored version of one of the doodles. Yeah, it comes out of nowhere...

The Modern Plague

Last week while pushing my cart down the street (working on the job, you know), a woman talking on a cellphone walked right in front of me, seemingly oblivious to anything with a perpendicular trajectory.  The phrase "Cell-Blind" popped into my head.

Commute Doodle

While riding on the train, scribbled this down:

Humor Obsolescence

What happens to humor that missed it's era? There has always been "timely" and topical humor that has a limited shelf life, or humor that requires the audience to have specific knowledge, but what happens to humor (and the energy required to generate it), that is created way past the time it has a connection with any audience?  Can it even be considered "humor", or the very fact it exists outside the realm of conventional humor humorous in itself?

Goofy Grins Continue

I guess I'm in a "Goofy Grin" phase -- Drew this in pencil on the commute to work.  Colored it in when I got home.

I figure this guy's thrilled because he's finally thought of something really insane he can tell his psychiatrist. You see, this rather considerate fellow has been worried that his analyst was finding their weekly sessions a tad too boring.

First Impressions Count

Something I drew on the way to work on Monday

Monday Grotesque

I felt like drawing something grotesque today, so I did this one while riding the train home

Apple Cart Pusher Overer

For some reason the memory of someone saying (or more than one, at different times) that the "job" of art is to upset or challenge the "establishment".  I think that's a little silly to have such a limited definition of art (or that it has a "job").

With that in mind, I scribbled this on a sticky-note

Oh, by the way,  Today (6/7/11) marks three years since I started this blog!

Just Talkin'

You know how when a stand-up comedian acts like he's talking on the phone, will put his hand up to the side of his face, thumb up near the ear and little-finger extended to the mouth? Well, why can't that be a super-power? Seems that in the comic books, if you're super-good at anything, you can put on a costume and be a super-hero. Why can't there be a super-hero who pretends he's talking on the phone -- really good?

Why can't some comedian, tired of all the rotten things in society, decide to drop out and run off to train at some mysterious mime academy (yeah, that's it: L'academie de la pantomime extraordinaire, the Top Secret school started by the French Underground to train mimes to battle the Nazis )? And then a few more years studying esoteric mystical stuff with the Lamas of Tibet?

Yeah, I can see it now...

The Zen of Procrastination

Stooge Think

Gatekeeper of Sanity

Pre-Cellphone Plague

Mr. Reverse Pompadour says:

Nice Legacy

Some Words on Ambition

Some words from The Guy You Shouldn't Be Listening To

More Clown

Once again, I was doodling in my little drawing pad while riding on the train. I figured it was about time to post another "disturbing clown" on the blog, and drew this one, which I thought might look like something from the world of Little Orphan Annie: