Monday, August 23, 2010

Undeniably my finest work as a cartoonist.























How to make a comic that only your sister and your dad will understand, and that only your sister will find funny:
  • Over the course of 9 years, watch "Wild America" on PBS every Sunday night with the family.
  • Over the course of 14 years, make birthday cards for your dad that deride and belittle his favorite musician, Merle Haggard.
  • Transcribe the first few minutes of an episode of "Wild America" about belligerent badgers. Find/replace "badger" with "Merle" and "digging" with "drinking."
  • Spend about five minutes looking up Merle Haggard song lyrics and plug them in where appropriate.
  • Snicker uncontrollably at the finished product.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Maw's birthday card.























"Scanned" and badly cropped using the power of PhotoBooth and Preview. Now that's quality!

Oh, and this card depicts the funniest part of a margarita-fueled evening I shared with my dear mother. We were indeed fucked up. Mom is 51 today. Happy birthday, Mom!

Friday, April 9, 2010

Quinoa.

















I really, really wanted a god-damned cookie, and this was the closest substitute I could find in my house. Biggest letdown ever.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I'm such a scholar!























I ended up getting a 100 on the exam.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Commissioned artwork.























The new graphics dude at work taught me how to use Adobe Illustrator, so naturally I had to use my newfound skill to threaten Diego, the insane Spanish graphic designer.

Diego: who made that amazing picture? an hiper-realistic 70's american painter?
me: It may surprise you to learn that I am a brilliant and talented artist.
Diego: I knew it, of course… ¬¬
me: Try not to get too jealous.
Diego: are you working with wacom tablet?
me: Nope, just a mouse.
Diego: oh my god!! you are a genius!!
me: Dude, I know.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Friday, February 12, 2010

Father-daughter bonding.























Quintessential Dad. I love him a lot :)

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Calling your pet by its real name is a myth.























Last night, I was sitting on my bed doing homework, and Yoshimi was laying at my feet. I wanted to pet her, so I tried calling her. Here's the exchange:

"Oh Yoshimi!"

She lifts her head up to look at me.

"They don't believe me!"

She puts her head back down.

"Yoshimi, come here so I can pet you. C'mere! c'MERE!"

She closes her eyes.

"Schmoshmeema! C'mere pretty girl!"

She lifts her head again.

"I love you! You're so wonderful on too many levels to count! Please c'mere so I can pet you! I love —"

She SNEERS and then puts her head back down.

"..."