Hokey smokes. What was that? Two and a half years? For real?
Well, at least there’s this.
A new beginning? Hope springs eternal, indeed still in the face of the coming year.
“Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope”
Indeed.
Hokey smokes. What was that? Two and a half years? For real?
Well, at least there’s this.
A new beginning? Hope springs eternal, indeed still in the face of the coming year.
“Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope”
Indeed.
Once again the High Holiday is upon us. And so is a comic, for once in far too long.
If you find the spirit of Samhain upon you here are the past Halloween comics, as well as an archive of InkTober nonsesne.
Hello. Management is happy to report we are not dead yet. Always an upside when it comes to continuing to “get things done” as they say on all the popular life coaching cult accounts.
Who doesn’t love a good artisan craft micro brew? Made with hops named after some historic Victorian agricultural hero…water from a tiny mountain stream guarded by six generations of a rural family…labels lovingly painted by a manic outsider artist. Related: I am available to write your brewing company marketing copy.
Back in the ‘days of my yout’ as they say, before I acquired a liking for different kinds of beer, you’d sometimes order something you never head of and it was a game of chance with the devil. Once in a while they’d bring over that tiny brandy glass and you would think “Dammnit it’s a barley wine” but buddy it’s already on your bill so buck up and drink down.
Regardless. The comics continue, though sporadic. Hoping we can do something about that. Today’s is a swing at formatting for Other Viewing, so if you check it out on Instagram, you’ll get the idea.
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The internet has returned, as it is always wont to do.
Folks the internet really only wants whats best for you. Always.
And here it is, suddenly the High Holiday is upon us. Seems my initial InkTober steam has run out, although partially it was to get a Halloween comic ready in time. As usual, the theory of “make quick comics for holidays” evolved into a complicated test of comic fortitude as I continue feeling out this ink wash angle. It was incredibly fun to do.
At Finster’s tonight it’s attack of the scary dolls and doll related entities. Who are these strange, stunted spooks? I AM GLAD YOU ASKED AS HERE IS A HANDY KEY I MADE FOR YOU BECAUSE I CARE FOR YOU SO VERY VERY MUCH:
If you’re up for more Hallow-skroode-een check out the Halloween archive yonder.
So Oíche Shamhna Shona Duit. Keep the gold chain on the doll.
Still constructing these semi autobiographical nihilistic pieces of cartoonery on a semi-inconsistent basis.
Many things demanding time and attention. And then musing over one of those periods all too common to those adrift in this comic nonsense: what is up exactly with this here and where is it going and should it continue etc etc. Long moments of unsurety.
But it continues anon. I suppose it is one of the parts of having this weird need to make stuff and throw it out into the world. Which may be enough.
TASTE THE LIBERTY PEOPLE
Scientifically designed to maximize your freedom lovin’ firework firin’ carcinogen ingestin’ ‘murican day of celebration.
Y’all can “enjoy” past Celebrations of Americana hereabouts.
Still here, still slinging the ink. Trying out some greys seein’ what if it works or nothing.
Back to the internet and his devious intent next week.