Crybaby Accosted by Gansta Rappers and other Rabblerousers!

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…

Rap Attack Court Rendering

 

Geeks, Geeks, Geeks!

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…

Geeks

It’s Alive!

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!

itsalive

Should I Stay or Should I Go Now?

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!

stomping crybaby head_1

Pretty Cartoon Characters

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. crab beach pelican Mud Skipper

Let Loose the Harpies of War!

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!

P125 First Date Harpy

No Jokes For You!

Greetings All! I have finished a month working on-site on a top secret project. I was locked in a clean room with no cell phones or internet connection. I haven’t had time to work on cartoons, or even write any. In fact, the whole time I was voyaging to downtown Dallas on a daily basis, I didn’t think of a single funny idea. Downtown Dallas is not funny. Not one bit. Not a thing about it amusing. It took between 45 minutes and two hours to get to work each day. Once there, a primal battle for expensive parking spaces ensued. Then, at lunch time, I had to walk the gauntlet of hobos to get lunch. Never before has walking to get a tasteless Subway sandwich been so dangerous! The project and the people I worked with were the bright point of the last month. They were all great. Downtown Dallas, not so much.

Speaking of things that are really, really, not funny, I had to shop at the Waaaalllll-maht yesterday for hair gel. I always smell the gel (I made a rhyme!) to make sure that I don’t get something that smells like old lady or hooker’s perfume. I opened the lid and gently squeezed the bottle to get the scent to waft to my eager nostrils. Unfortunately, a giant blob of gel shot up my nose! Ugg! I guess the experience wasn’t too bad, because I bought the product.

Hope you all are doing well, and hope to have new goodness for you soon!

 

wacky kirk