Although he had the desire and (most definitely) the wardrobe needed to be a successful superhero, Captain DandyHat (aka Chester Wiggums) was hampered by the glaring fact that his only discernible superpowers were his uncanny knack for remembering old 1950s advertising jingles, and his ability to drink an entire 48 ounce Slushee™ in seven seconds without experiencing brain freeze. Thus, his crimefighting career was rather short and uneventful.
Early on in this blog (almost five years ago, actually), I mentioned my love for the tantalizing fragments of comic books I sometimes encountered as a child. Since that post, and due to the blessing of having a full-time job that keeps me too busy to do more than fragments, I have often found it entertaining to create individual panels or pages that are intentionally teasing but nebulous in their nature and direction, just for the fun little rabbit trails they lead me down.
The above panel being a case in point.
Who is this mysterious “he” who donated the piece of technology? And what is the problem plaguing our heroes? And why will a gyroscopic device help? And do we really want to put our trust in a pig-like being who has no idea what a gyroscope even is???
Your guess is as good as mine.
Here’s a sneak peek of a comic strip my son Ethan and I are doing together. He came up with a funny monster, and I knew it had to be drawn for the world to see. As soon as it is done, I’ll post the strip here in all it’s full-color, scary monster glory. Stay tuned….
I was visiting my son’s kindergarten class the other day, and it struck me how monotonous those alphabet cards can get. You know the ones…A is for apple, B is for ball…and, of course, X is always for either xylophone or x-ray.
So I’m thinking of doing my own set of cards and sneaking them into his class. It would be something like “A is for asinine, B is for Brobdingnagian….X is for xenophobia”!
The only thing keeping me from doing this is the fact I couldn’t afford to pay for psychotherapy for the entire kindergarten.
Not really much in the way of an explanation or comment on these two.
I’ll just let you guys decide why the duck is so spitting mad. Come to think of it, I’m not even sure ducks can spit.
As for the doofus….that one started as a skull and cross bones and went from there.
Sometimes I get sidetracked doing other things and don’t have time to doodle (I know…sad, isn’t it), so the doodles start having to wait around for me to draw them. On occasion, one of them dozes off. And let me tell you, those guys can SNORE!!
If the snoring gets really bad, I have to hurry up and draw the doodle just to get that gosh-awful sound out of my head.
A few days ago, I received an email that contained the phrase “taming the monster in the living room” in reference to TV.
I think I speak for all doodlers out there when I say that it’s a sin to let a phrase like that go undoodled!
The rare Sawtoothed Gawker Shark.
And, with this doodle, the last remnants of Discovery Channel’s Shark Week have now been officially flushed from my subconscious!
Sometimes my doodles have the bothersome habit of jumping in front of what I’m trying to write.
And then they just sit there….
…and stare….
…and sometimes giggle. Loudly. Like a hyena jazzed up on nitrous oxide and Twinkies.
What if you were a sea monster who didn’t know how to swim? I bet you’d get yourself a nice little floatie with a human head, wouldn’t you? And I bet– if somebody did a drawing of you drifting around in your human-shaped floatie all unable to swim and stuff– you’d probably cop an attitude, too.
C’mon, you know you would. Admit it.
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