ComicCon itself was rather uneventful this year. Outside the Con, on the streets was another story! Poor crybaby was first assaulted by a hellfire and brimstone lady preacher on a soapbox. He accepted a religious tract, and kept going, thinking he was in the clear. He could not have been more wrong! Half a block later, he was accosted by four gangster rap artists, that started cramming home burned music cd’s into his hands. He usually cries when listening to hip hop, but what the heck, the discs were free promo discs, right? No! They started demanding a twenty dollar “donation” for each disc. Things started to get ugly, but he managed to escape with only two discs, after paying ten bucks tribute money. Shaking and sweating, he managed to make it to his car and get in. Then some urban yoot in hundred dollar jeans, that looked like he had smoke a Texas sized crack rock, started making strange hand signals at him. He thought they meant, “give me some money for bus fare,” or something like that. Unfortunately, he kept signaling faster, and getting angrier. Crybaby did his best Starsky and Hutch imitation, and threw the car into reverse and narrowly escapes certain death! There are no pictures of the incidents, but luckily, Pepe Longstockings, world famous court reporter artist, was present and kindly did this drawing to illustrate the horrors of downtown Dallas…
I hope to see these here guys brethren, and, uh, sisteren at the ComicCon Saturday. You can never have too many geeks! That is what the drunk bozo in accounting is always saying at least, before he throws up in his shoe…
Crybaby is now wired and ready for action! Wonder how long this will stay in one piece? I added the clay zits on top to stabilize the stars and planets, and taped the battery compartment inside the mask. Each time I work on this, it gets heavier! But special effects make Crybaby 2.0 worth it!
Dallas ComicCon is this Saturday. Do I want to go alone this year? Possibly get trampled by a flock of cosplay geeks? Get squished by the autograph seeking hoards? Get mauled by children in Darth Maul costumes? Get washed downstream in a Dallas flash flood? Get asphyxiated on a $20 hot dog? Get rolled by rival cartoon gangs? Ah, who am I kidding-of course I have to go!
My friend’s, cousin’s, coworker took a surprise pic of his wife, but the joke was on him! This unretouched photo has a ghost face on the blanket. When he saw it, he had a nervous breakdown, and became a Hare Krishna. It gives me the chills!
Between looking for meals in dumpsters behind 7-11 and Starbucks, I managed to paint these three characters. Payment for them will hopefully buy us more food than the grass clippings, half eaten big bite hot dogs, and coffee grounds we have been surviving on lately.
The lovely employees of Neurotico can’t afford any fancy smancy therapy, so they come up with stuff like this. I asked them to come up with a cartoon about the mean stuff husbands say to their wives, but they just downed a bottle of vodka, huffed some model glue and threw up. It is so hard to find good employees these days!