Thesis Character Sheet

This is the character sheet for my thesis comic at school. Basically I'm telling a version of The Ungrateful Son, which is a paragraph long "fairy tale" collected by the Brothers Grimm. If you really want to read it you can find it online somewhere but basically what happens is a greedy son gets a frog stuck on his face and wanders around for the rest of his life alone, miserable and with a frog on his face. In my version, the frog is a pan-dimensional parasite. cliched? perhaps. Fun to draw? Fuck yeah. And I added a few extra characters in order for me to be able to bitch about things I hate over the course of the story as well.

From left to right: The Hippie, The Artist, The Son with Parasite, The Fairy (top), The Son's Son: Bleep Blorp(bottom), The Father

This comic makes me sick...

EPIC POST-THANKSGIVING POST: Or, My Descent from Sobriety into teh Abyss and Back; Or MIND-DROPPING UPDATE 11/30

Oh, well hello, I didn't see you reading this post. Hi, I'm The Cartoonist. Today, I will treat you to a very special post. It chronicles the EPIC adventure into the Deep, Dark, DANGEROUS Realms..of intoxication, that I took this Thanksgiving Break. Enjoy.
We begin the journey before the journey begins, I was super adrenalized off of the notion of Thanksgiving Break beginning the next day so I did this Mind-Dropping in a fit of Pre-Break Joy.
Intoxometer: 0
High on Life-o-meter: 10








My journey officially began during the last five panels of this comic. I had started doing it on the day before the break but never finished. I slowly added more and more until the day of my best good friend Vlad's Thanksgiving Get-Together. There, I began to start my descent.
Intoxometer: 2












This comic was a party long endeavor. You can kinda tell as the panels progress. This is my tribute to my friends from back home. They are some of the best-good people I know.
Intoxometer (Panels 1-3): 3
Intoxometer (Panels 4-7): 6
Intoxometer (Panels 6): 7
Intoxometer (Panels Everything Else): 8.2







So this was a post party comic from the same night. I was pretty fucked up at this point. I noticed that the level of terrible cross hatching reflects my level of intoxication. The more hatching there is the more incoherent I was.
Intoxometer: 10













Soon after that debacle of a comic, I foolishly tried to actually write a comic about something relevant. I forgot that since the zumbie comic I had gone to my friend Sean's house after Vlad's and become even more intoxicated. It started out rather decent and then just devolved into a fart joke...but that's ok, I was fucked up.
P.S. An awesome movie called Wild Zero was on in the background. It's an epic Japanese Alien Zombie B Movie starring the equally epic Japanese Punk Band Guitar Wolf.
Here's a clip:
CLIP
Intoxometer: 12






And then I walked home and passed out.
Intoxometer: ??

So the next day I re-read all the absurdity that I had crapped out the night before and decided to redeem myself by doing a good version of the subway comic.
Intoxometer: 0
THE END!
(Stay Tuned after the Post for a XTRA SPECIAL XTRA COMIC!)












XTRA COMIC!
This is where the word "remembnar" came from originally. It was another jam comic that was done with Lisey-Mop. We followed the rules we made up for the jam comic that was posted in the last Mind-Dropping Update.
Guest Starring Danny DeVito

Mind Dropping Update 11/22!

This is a jam comic I did with Lisey-Mop. This comic is quite unique and the rules we used result in an incredibly bizarre, non-sequitor narrative(if you can even call it that). Here is the list of rules that we stuck to:

1) All the panels must be drawn first before anything goes in them (grids don't count)

2) You can't do the panel directly after the panel that someone just filled.

3) Modifications to already done panels is allowed but discouraged.

The title was thought up by Lisey-Mop.

BONUS! Anyone who can accurately guess who did what panel by the end of the month gets a free, personalized doodle!

Mind Dropping Update! 11/18

The Evil Room:

This ones based off of a little experience that was experienced yesterday with Lisey-Mop of the blog Cartoonie Pop. We were sitting in the Cartooning and Illustration administration office of SVA, the savagely run business that we like to call an art school. We had been sitting there for a good hour now.

The construction of the room is oddly rectangular, more narrow than it is wide. Apparently these dimensions were having an adverse affect on Lisey-Mop as she shifted from side to side in her chair, nervously. "What's up?" I asked. "I dunno...I feel super anxious..." she replied.

"But you've seen Woodruff(our department head) before haven't you?)

"Yeah, but I never had to wait this long...I think its the room..."

"Whats wrong with the room?"

"I don't know...its giving me anxiety, I don't like it..."

And then I said in a overly deep and husky voice: "Is it....EEEEVIL?" And punctuated my statement with a ridiculous face and gesture much like the one featured in panel 4 of the comic.

Then she started laughing and I started drawing.

The End.

(Yes I am aware that the ending to the true account of events is particularly anticlimactic...deal with it.)

This May Potentially Be Offensive Potentially...

If you are offended by this comic...deal with it....

Mind Dropping Update! 11/14

RETROJU! Retroju is a portmanteau of the words Retro and Kaiju(which are those fantastically ridiculous monsters of japanese origins: Godzilla being the most famous one). There no real story behind this one, I was just watching some old Ub Iwerks cartoons and wondered what it would've looked like had he been the one to design some Kaiju, and this was the result, enjoy.

Radio God

My friend Jes and I were listening to Joe Frank and she said "I found god in radio waves, that's where he resides." Which inspired me to do this!

BIER! BIER! BIER! BIER!

A logo designed for my friend who just started microbrewing. The name is inspired by the 1983 Canadian comedy film Strange Brew starring Rick Moranis, Dave Thomas and Max von Sydow.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yZCI39NWZ5g

Sketches and Mind-Droppings!

This is a new page to house my sketchbook comics and other mind droppings that I become particularly fond of and would like to share with the world. Check it Out!

Tea Insanity: A Four Page Comic

Soul Thieves

I dreamt that these little fuckers stole my soul through my ears...

Cancer Boy Sells His Soul

This comic was made for Wonderlust Comics' "Monster Mash" Theme

Check it out HEAR!

Psychedelic Mind Parasite

This is a Psychedelic Mind Parasite feasting on the thought pathways of a human male (inspired by this drawing of mine)

Word Sounds Dribbling out of your Mouth Hole

I love it when someone asks you a question, and you begin to answer without thinking about what you're saying or what you're going to say, and then about halfway through your answer, you start to realize that the word sounds dribbling out of your mouth hole don't really reflect your true opinion. But then you begin to wonder if your "true" opinions are what you REALLY think, or if your "true" opinions are just the ideas and opinions that've been pumped into your system by everything, and everyone, that surrounds you. Do the things that we say when we're not paying attention reflect our inner, most basic, instinctual, honest thoughts? Does thought delude, how we really feel, with morals and concepts that've been force fed to us since birth?
I'd like to think that it doesn't.
That we have complete control over our own thoughts. That our opinions are ours, and our's alone.
As if we have a little secret sanctuary that is our mind.

But...

The truth may very well be otherwise.

Mamries, er, i mean, Memories

I had a conversation with a friend a few weeks ago. About the absurd ephemerality of the human existence, and memory. How, an event, that we're living at that very moment, a moment that can mean everything to us...will become nothing more than a snapshot...a picture...a polaroid that we'll file away in the dark, dusty cob web ridden attic we call our mind. How, such a seemingly permanent state of being will become just another anecdote..a story we'll tell to friends over a spliff and a bottle of Georgi Gin......

It's kind of like a piece of gum you step on and don't realize. Then weeks later, when we're rifling through a closet with the intention of getting rid of old stuff to make more room for whatever piece of thing we just purchased, we'll find that crusty, brown old pair of shoes, and as we flip the shoes over to toss them into the garbage bag, we see the black piece of gum...lodged in between the grooves of at the bottom of the shoe...it scares me...how everything we do will become just...a faint reminder, of what we were....how the emotions that we felt...that we were so convinced of and immersed in become a haphazardly highlighted sentence in a forty thousand page manuscript we will call our life...