Anymal. You like that? I swiped it from Emmy Blotnick's post over at Urlesque. Any animal = anymal. I tried to leave a comment over there thanks her for the neologism, but their system ate it. Anyhoodle.
Erica and I made our animal-drawing videos to prank Steve, but if we were mentioning websites, I might as well get the domains and put them up, right? And if I'm putting up websites, I might as well put up actual Order Now buttons, right? So I've sold two whole animal drawings and order #2 has blogged their general satisfaction with their purchase ("Artistic ability aside").
I know, I know, swimming is the first leg. Believe me, it bugs me just as much as you when my cartoons are factually inaccurate.
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I drew this one in the guest book at Rebecca Hanson and Tim Ryder's wedding on Friday night-- a major component of the reception buffet was a mashed potato bar. Among other things, that means that this is, I think, the first one of the series that I don't have. I'm such an archivist/pack-rat, that's a hard thing for me to let go of.
It was, in fact, Miss Teen South Carolina on Tosh.0 who said "outer body experience," but since she was on for Tosh's "Web Redemption" feature, I thought it best not to kick her when she was down, so I made the villain of the comic a generic "he". Those sorts of malapropisms do bug me, though. Stabby!
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This comic is, unfortunately, two-thirds true. And then, in some sort of dramatic irony, the comic about the day ended up requiring the most post-production work of any comic so far, trying to get all that dialogue to fit. I really should look into how people layout their words and word bubbles, instead of forcing both of you faithful readers to decipher my chicken scratch.
(You're definitely going to need the large size of this one, if you want to read any of it. Unless your eyes are reeely good.)
It's a wedding-filled year and we've got two in the next two weeks. And, actually, I don't really like cake.
"I'm the pig of failure," I scrawled and tossed the notebook back on the nightstand. "It's not a real failure," Erica said, "it'd be a real failure if you didn't draw anything." So that's what the cat is saying. I'm a winner, indeed.
I mean, wouldn't you leave the banana suit on for a walk through Wrigleyville on a Saturday night?
Two days in a row, reality-based.
Zombies. That's all.
You'll probably need to see the large size to read my self-pity.
And on this one you might need the large size to read the brilliant dialogue.
It is, in fact, unseasonably cold here in Chicago.
I know, I know. I've got two "fifth string" tuning pegs and neither are in the right place. That's what makes it so eeeevil.
I guess the default mode of comedy for me is bickering.
Once again I've gotten behind on scanning.
For some reason, jokes that rely on the audience being familiar with another joke are hilarious to me. Here's one of my favorite jokes: "You know what happens when you assume... you're often wrong."
Not that you care at all -- it's my dumb self-challenge art project -- but here's your proof that I really am doing one of these a day. Because if I was drawing them in batches every couple of days, would I include a hastily drawn burping pig, drawn in a tiny spiral notebook that Erica keeps on the nightstand for late-night note taking?
I was just doodling around creating some characters, but I may come back to these guys to see what they have to say.
Latte is named Latte because she's coffee colored, more or less. Brownish, to be sure.
You'll probably need to see the large size to read the dialog, because I didn't plan the layout very well. Also, sharks!
It's a Blewt inside joke, but I think farts are universal in their appeal.
I had Erica sign this one as well because the concept was 100% hers.
I've been on a massive roadtrip with Erica for the last week and a half, so I've been drawing my daily cartoons but haven't had a scanner nor steady internet to post them. So here's a catch-up.
Erica is actually a lot more supportive than Schmerica about me getting one of these done each day. And Erica wrote a couple of new jingles for the above-pictured hotel.
As soon as we get just a hair south of Chicago, boom, Waffle Houses everywhere. There were two in a mile in Biloxi.
I hope you can tell that that's a shared air line, since that's kinda the crux of the joke.
For this one, I actually did some photo research, as opposed to the from-memory look the day before.
I'm not sure this one makes any sense.
The Change Raise scam.
We got to meet Christopher and Katie's bees. Pictures soon.
Oh, good. One hundred cartoons is a nice milestone, so I'm glad it was a really good one that day.
This is just what it was like, walking around Washington, DC.
If you can't read any of those, click on the cartoon to go to Flickr and you should have the "all sizes" button and then you can embiggen it. Sorry to make you do the work -- it's late.
It's funny because it's true. It's also sad because it's true.
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