Freeloading Till Friday

June 28, 2010

This one’s epic. Mostly true story of how I survived the last week of April with 100 bucks.

Part 1 was all the new stuff. These are some old ones I never got around to scanning:

possibly my favourite one to draw

More tomorrow.

I had five minutes with a digital camera in a room illuminated by one 100 watt light bulb. Apologies for the funny but inevitable shadows, and clicky click for larger size versions.

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part of an attempt to draw pages instead of individual strips. they're both equally unfocussed and random, though.

this is all true. Keventers is a tiny bakery near Wengers in Connaught Place.

the second law should sound familiar to fans of The Wire.

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true story.

More tomorrow.

The Return of the Comic

September 25, 2009

It’s been far too long.

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And a few older ones I’m not sure I ever uploaded:

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Excuses, Excuses

June 3, 2009

I have none this time. I’ve been lazy. I’ve drawn just two the last two weeks. =(

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This new scanner’s a bit geriatric, and seems to see everything placed in its 8×6 eye through a misty white haze.¬†

Meanwhile, while rooting around the house, I located an old digital tablet somebody seems to have bought for some  presumably important purpose. Trouble is, its missing the pen. Without it, all it does is beep morosely, constantly switching its single LED indicator from green to red. Poor thing.

En Route

May 6, 2009

So, yeah.

Anger is pretty rare for me, and even in the unlikely confluence of events that leads to its manifestation, my facial muscles tend to confuse ‘latent rage’ with ‘wave of nausea’. What they should be doing, cheeky little bastards, is putting on convincing public displays of affectation that agrees with the boiling fury inside: you know, clenched mouth, heavy breathing, fist thumping and the likes.

Instead, my dubiously¬† confident friends conjure a combination of facial twitches better suited for attempting to keep your lunch inside. People usually ask me if I’m feeling okay when they should be cowering in fear, or reaching for their defensive apparatii. This tends to confuse my anger a bit, and it usually retreats to under the metaphorical mental dining table, where all my other mental states (who are all mental haha) sit around eating ice cream and talking disjointedly about….i dunno, balloons or something.

So, why am I angry?

Well. I’ve been working this job, you see, for the last few months, and I’ve been really enjoying the work in itself….it’s exposed me to a fascinating set of viewpoints and opinions that have not so much affected my wordview as firebombed it. repeatedly. (Why I’m making this sound like radiation, i will never know).

But shit has happened, as it always does, and things are a bit difficult right now. I know the blog has suffered for it, I’ve hardly had time (and place) to draw, or think, or play. I promise a larger, and more straightforward update soon: but let me sum it up in one sentence. I’m broke, unemployed, homeless and shifting cities.

Right then. Enough of that. Have some comics, internet peoples!

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summer

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weekend

Room-mate Blues

April 27, 2009

My room-mate left for home today.

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Sigh.

I’m really going to miss this guy. =(

The Quiz, Part 3

April 21, 2009

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The Quiz, Part 2

April 20, 2009

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The Quiz, Part I

April 18, 2009

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