Here is another 25 year old comic that I unearthed. There are so many odd things happening in this image that I am not sure where to start! For one thing, why am I not using my real name? Second, why are there two cartoon characters I created when I was a kid trying to explain the joke? Third, would anyone but an old Okie understand the “so hungry that my stomach thinks my throats been cut” reference? Fourth, why does one of the scientists look like the songwriter from the band Yello? Fifth, who is the tiny guy up in the corner with the bow tie? So many questions-so little time!
turns to sheer panic! November and December are terrible for freelance artists, since work dries up when everyone turns their attention to surviving their aunt’s 10 year old fruitcake, and fights over politics with family members. I would sell my sperm for cash, but no one wants middle aged sperm with kinked up tails that swim in circles. As it is, I survive the winter months on my fat reserves, iron will, and frenzied portfolio work. Here is one of the layouts I have created. Which do you like best?
I got a wild hair and decided to repair and update this art from nine years ago. Her eyes looked like Quasimodo’s and her breasts looked like someone had sprayed them with silly string. Hence the update! Do you like her better with glasses or without?
Ok, it is not Friday here, but it is Friday somewhere, right? I guess, maybe? Well anyway, I wanted to finish this and post it yesterday, and I would have if it wasn’t for those meddling kids(employers)! It goes out to all of the great folks that happen, by no fault of their own, to be follicle challenged!
Ah, I remember those times like they were yesterday! Young, attractive women checking me out, and gay men with cross eyes(true story) trying to pick me up. Now I just sit in the corner while my wife throws rotten tomatoes, other produce and air filters at me. Sigh.