Cell Hell

A quick one that popped into my head during an FB conversation about cellphones.

Came Up With a New Super-Hero

Here we have yet another entry in our Legion of Crummy Heroes:

Through some strange alien science, mild mannered accountant Chuck Upton has become host to intrepid gastronaut Gak-Pflewie, an explorer from another world who travels to different realms through inter-dimensional doorways in people's stomachs! Gak is trapped in our world, but has found a haven in Chuck's stomach, emerging (Induce Vomiting!), when his particular talents are needed to combat Evil!

Dubbed, THE PUKE by the criminal underworld, Gak can go places only vomit can, striking fear into the hearts of evil-doers in alleys, gutters, gas station toilets and rock concerts!

Of course, The Puke does have a cute Saturday-Morning friendly side-kick:

Overparty

The Flame Game

Helps Build Damaged Psyches 12 Ways

Social Adaptation

Salt of the Earth

Plugging Away

Introvertables

Part of the Junior Legion of Crummy Heroes.  The Team That Never Was:

Each member (non-member?) possesses super-geeky attributes which cause them to become social outcasts, yet this geekiness is the key to their power! These individuals, combining their powers in a team, would form an unstoppable force for good -- BUT, each is a super-introvert so will never actually even meet any of the others, and instead of becoming a legendary team of heroes, they'll all just become accountants or something.

Tremors at the Fault Line

Shell of His Former Self

Puny Brain Bone Skull

While thinking about Brains in Jars the other day, scribbled this with my trusty pencil:

Prelude to Gentrification

This idea popped into my head when I saw the cover story of the latest New City newspaper ("...written by a Junkie")

Road Kill

A semi-valuable addition to The Legion of Crummy Heroes, Road Kill made his debut in STEVE FALCON: THE WINGLESS EAGLE issue no. 125, Aug. 1974

Road Kill gets the guy who "got away" -- Those criminals who "beat the system" and escaped justice through legal loopholes, bribes and law enforcement incompetence.  Road Kill has the ability to be in the "right place at the right time" (or wrong place at the wrong time, depending on your point of view): Under the wheels of evil-doers who thought they were in the free-and-clear.  The perps then find themselves in an endless cycle of lawsuits, traffic citations and Road Kill's medical bills!

Ash Can

Some photographic fun here.  Took a pic of a yucky looking ash can, and turned it into an album cover for the classic '60s -'70s band ASH CAN.

Rest Assured

Something scribbled on the way to work.

Normal Now

It Doesn't Have to Make Sense

The Electric Haystack

Dental Plan

It's been a while, so here's a new Frankenstein cartoon:

8B Pencil

Drew this with an 8B pencil while riding the El on Sunday.

Livin' the Dream

What a Drag.

Psychoticism

Ever see this 1970s era Euro Horror flick?

I remember the radio commercials for this thing.  The reverbed voice of Adolph Caesar intones: "... Watch as His UNHOLY PASSION fills the screen with Unimagined Vistas of PURE HORROR..." while in the background, sounds of  chains rattling, women screaming and Klaus Kinski's demented giggle are accompanied by Gregorian chanting.

Oh, wait you probably couldn't have seen it since I just made all this up!!  -- But it could have been a movie...

Oh, and Joseph Cotten would be in too. His scenes would have been shot in two days.

National Frankenstein Day

In honor of National Frankenstein Day, I whipped this up in the lab:

Make It Happen

Modern Discourse

Tailor Made

Following the logic...

Go Go Grotesque

Even grotesque drawings could use a break.

Led Pencilin'

While riding the Metra train, drew this between the Rogers Park and Clybourn stations.

Vaudeville Killers

Jump On the Maybe Train

Monotony Pays

Obvious, in Retrospect

Say No to Skid Row

Just a doodling on the way to work

New Super Villain

From the flipside of The Legion of Crummy Super Heroes, we've got lousy villains! 

Visions of the Future #249

Dream Small

Frayed Memories

Post Hip

Disconnected

Quickly scribbled while riding the L Train

NSA Calling