Tigers That Are Bulletproof And Play Hockey

It just makes sense:

I'd Be Upset If I Was Being Shot At, Too

Got a message from my cousin about designing a crest for his hockey team. Now above is by no means a finished item, but it was a quick sketch to see where I could go with this. It needs to be simplified yet recognizable. If he approves of where I'm going with this, I may just post progress on it.

This just in: I feel like poo, and the gross thing about it is that I actually know what poo feels like. Ewwwwwww....

Emoting Sad Sack

The top left sack dude just fell onto the page while talking on the phone:

How Many Poles On A Potato Sack?

I decided he'd be good for a little emoting. I'm not sure if that was the right decision. I think I'd like to animate him, though.

News flash: buy-one-and-get-one-of-equal-value-for-the-same-price sales are on everywhere.

Dental Nightmare

I have no idea, really:

No, You Guard Him...

This is an oldy of indeterminate age. I wasn't struck with a creative block. Just a block in will, I guess. I wish I could say I'd have a new doodle up every night/day, but I realize I have several other responsibilities. I'm just glad that I have an outlet and so many nice comments from those here, on Facebook and on Twitter. I'll keep playing as much as I can, though.

In other news, feeling crappy sucks.

Now That's A Dirty Job...

I remember coming up with an idea like this show:

Do I Get Paid For This?

I don't know about you, but I love Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe. There's just something about getting down and dirty and having new experiences... And it's not you and laughing. I watched this guy assist in a horse castration the other day. Not sure who I felt more sorry for: him or the horse.

I'm not terribly pleased with this caricature. You don't automatically think "Mike Rowe" when you see him. Think I'll practice at this a little more.

Had A Bad Day...

You know that feeling?

Only 75 Thousand Teeth and They Won't Break My Legs

That feeling you get when, say, you owe some gangster a whole lot of money. That feeling when you've only got a limited time to fulfill the payback obligation. And, y'know, you're the tooth fairy. Well, that was the premise when I took part in an art challenge at the Animation Forum.

It kinda creeped me out, doing this.

Extreme Concentration

I doodled this a while ago with my youngest in mind:

What To Draw, What To Draw...

I just loved the way she held the pencil. It reminded me of when I used to draw and concentrate like that... Yesterday.

I Hope I Don't Get Sued...

This Summer, you will believe a moose can fly:

Hey! Down There! What's That Bear Doing In The Woods..?

This doodle, which, once again, I spent too much time on, combines two of my favourite comics. The first one is a wonderful web comic by Mike Witmer called Pinkerton. I love it and all its rascally woodland creatures and their antics and shenanigans. Pictured up above are Martin (the moose) and Buckley (the rodent scarfing fox). I knew Witmer would have another hit on his hand when his first strip came out entitled "Hyper-Active Baby-Making Machine."

No, Martin can not fly.

That's the second comic. It's called Invincible, and this is a parody of a, well, not-so-pivotal scene. Written by Robert Kirkman (whom also pens The Walking Dead, a zombie comic...Squeeee!), it's just plain ol' good story telling.