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.

They're Coming To Get You, Barbara...

I doodled something less-than-snugly for tonight:

Do You Got Any Chapstick...?

This is my first doodle-request. I hope the requester likes it. I'm fond of zombes because we share so much in common: vacant stares, no direction, a taste for human flesh, etc, etc.

I'm actually a little perturbed with how much time I spent on this and the resulting, er, results. I originally doodled an adequate head and a much needed tie yesterday, but I decided the handsome fellow needed a body of some sort. The overall effect is just a little to busy for a doodle. To me, anyways. I would appreciate thoughts, however.

In other news, I'm not currently known for randomness. Or am I...

Something Pleasant Today...

... Because tomorrow's will be, er, less than.

I Used To Have Hair Like That. Actually, I Used To Have Hair...

This is one I doodled while in the military. This is (Was? I'll have to check his Facebook status.) a fellow member's wife. He kindly allowed me to use her as a reference. I like it for its simplicity. While the picture tells a lot, there's not actually a lot of content in the form of pencil.

Imagination And Memories

I think you have to click this one to really appreciate it:

Wide Eyed and Wonderful

This is a classic to me, and I'm uploading it due to cleaning house and projects galore. My oldest daughter, Kristen, had written, either with her kindergarten or grade 1 class, a story entitled "The Green Me" in which the main character, herself, wakes up in the colour the title insinuates. That inspired me to doodle this. I had actually planned to illustrate the entire story, but life made me put it aside. Poor excuse, really. If I can find that story again, I believe one day I will finish it.

Newsflash: the memories rekindled by this doodle gets the illustrator all verklempt.

I Went To A Lovely Wedding, So I Drew Death Serving A Cheeseburger

Occasionally, my mind tells me to drive on the wrong side of the road. I believe that part of me, the part of my mind that possesses a dark, evil quagmire of calamities, that part is afraid of the part of me that came up with this:

Working Two Jobs Is Not Uncommon In Our Economy

Actually, this is the spawn of the collective minds of myself and my youngest. That part of my mind is afraid of her, too.

Direct From the Collage of Nonsense...

One thing I really love is that my daughters' love drawing as much as me:

Trix Are For Who Now?

This is from an activity I like to do with my kids called "The Collage of Nonsense." It usually starts with random doodling on a large piece of poster paper by two or more of use, but it usually ends up in a battle of "who can draw the most realistic ice cream swirl of dog droppings."

Pure Energy

I've got a house full of teen and tween-agers, so I just fixed this up quickly:

When Does Jughead Want His Kit Back?

I didn't use a reference to draw the drums. I know, I know. You couldn't tell at all.

You must click the image to embiggen it. And it must be embiggened. It must...

A Little Apprehension

I'm sure we all felt a little this way on our first day:

No Fair! My Kindergarten Never Had Gargoyles

I actually doodled most of this a while ago, and since I went for a second viewing of Harry Potter tonight, this time with my beautiful daughters, I decided to add a little bit to this existing one and publish it. I'd actually like to do a good copy of this one. You know, with more menacing thistles and lots of evil looking eyes peering out between the bars. Fresh meat, they'd seem to emote.

Sphinctosaur! I Choose You...!

Seriously. I'm sitting in a meeting, I finish my portion up early, and the first thing that pops into my head when taking pencil to paper is, "What about some sort of creature made up entirely of elephant trunks?"

Uh, On Second Thought, Is Pikachu Available...?

What excreted out was a creature made up of lower intestines and sphincters. No! Not cuddly at all. Really does look like a rejected Pokemon concept, eh?

Oh wait! As an added bonus, when you order Sphinctosaur, you get...

Chicks Dig A Straw Hat

... A throwing star to the jugular. Isn`t that a sweet deal?

Doodled the ninja-like dude while waiting for my dental appointment after work. I am now the proud owner of a gold - porcelain hybrid tooth. Ain`t that just grand?

Appetite Suppressant

No time to do a doodle today, so here's an oldy:

Strong. Proud.

Okay, okay. I drew this way before I joined the Canadian Navy. You can all stop groaning about the hat.

Can't We All Just Get Along?

A quicky concept for the header of the new site layout:

Are They Cuddling?

I like the concept, but I'm not too thrilled with the way the very most right character looks. I want it to be a bit more cartoony, and I also don't think it's too obvious all three are coming out of a hole. Maybe it will be more apparent when put beside the title. Either way, I like it and think I'll do a good copy up. The next you'll see it will be on the new site.

He Who Laughs Last Didn't Get The Joke

Something a little less scribbly today:

In A Few Seconds, The Wetness Will Appear

In my effort to actually beat Wordpress and Comicpress into submission, I figured it was time to dust the ol' tablet off and give 'er a go. Actually, this is from a character sketch I did a while ago, and a good buddy (whose wonderful photography blog can be seen right here) allowed me to take his Wacom Bamboo for a spin. I wrestled with his all-in-one scanner, just begging it to recognize a Vista machine, but in the end it was concealing a foreign object and pinned me for a count of three.

That aside, I drew it from scratch on his computer, and then proceeded to ink it as well. I wasn't too pleased with my outer line widths when completed, so I just thickened them with my cheepo Genius tablet at home. I'm... okay with the results. I'd love opinions though.

So, I guess I may be using this space occasionally to work out some ideas for upcoming TILAH strips. That being said, I better get on that, as well...

A Union Meant To Be

This doodle's origin is a bit more obvious:

Dave's Here, Man...

Dave Buist (David on his copyright) publishes a webcomic called Taking the Bypass twice weekly at http://cartoonme.net/. Dave's character, er, Dave likes beer. I like beer. I like Taking the Bypass. See? See how this happened? The two were meant to be.

And what better beer for Dave's character, um, Dave to be drinking in my doodle than none other than Vancouver Island's best beer ever, Blue Buck (brewed by local brewery Phillips). I was very happy that Dave's character, sheesh, Dave was able to make the trip across the internets to have a taste, but, alas, Dave Buist may never sample the liquid ambrosia that is Blue Buck. Ontario's a long way to come for a pint. Here's hoping, though.

Check out his strip, and click my doodle to embiggen it. Ha ha... "Click my doodle."

This Little Light of Mine...

No, I don't understand it, either.

Which Way to Non-Smoking?

Don't ask me why there's a matchstick walking pretentiously past a rock squatting frog. I don't know. I just don't know. Sometimes you just go with it, right? And the results aren't always pretty...

Aflight With No Feet

I may not get a chance to doodle later, so I've placed a doodle-oldie below:

Does... Fabric Actually Do That?

That dress must be made out of a rubber sheet!

It's Very Hot, So I Drew A Bird

Got home, threw some laundry in, and I grabbed the first piece of paper within reach. It was ripped, but this 2.0 version still seemed compatible with my 386 pencil. There might be hardware issues later. I'll update; don't worry.

The Night Time is the Right Time

My youngest had given me a little eagle statuette which I used for the pose. Other than that, just a quick doodle. The page was torn, and the law of Murphey states that if you draw on a ripped page, you'll most definitely need the piece that's missing.

I have to reiterate, that is, if I've iterated before, that I'm not going for flat out pieces of art. Far from it. These are quick sketches. There may be the odd time that I spend a little extra effort on something, but it has to really grab me.

I'm Learning the Internets

If there's one thing he needed to do, Quasimodo required personal computing tutorials:

Where's the "Ring Bell" Key?

I know what you're thinking: no one uses CRT monitors any more let alone cordless ones. Or you could be thinking: why the hell is the hunchback of Notre Dame sitting at a PC. Well, that's just the way I think. Or, perhaps, that's the lack of sleep spewing pencil led onto the page.

Saw the new Harry Potter movie with my sister tonight. Both of us thought it was good although I thought there was something wrong with the pacing. Too many pauses in conversations that weren't necessary. Otherwise, another great addition to the series. Can't believe they're splitting the last one into two movies. How far away is that?

To Be Filed In The "WTF?!" Category

I was helping the IT Sasquatch with some furniture making duties this evening, so I didn't get a chance to doodle. However, I have some fodder from when I was supposed to be paying attention in a meeting.

Wouldn't Want To Be That Fly

I must have had Little Shop of Horrors on my mind or something. This reminds me, however, that I really want a venus flytrap.

I Want One!

If there was a two legged dog-faced creature like this in the world, I'd take it home. What the heck would you call it?

And One More...

Just thought I'd post something a little more interesting.

Watcha Doin' With That Li'l Sucker?

Just a little concept art, quickly done up before bedtime, of a short-term character in an upcoming strip of the about-to-be revamped Take It Like A Husband. I had to play with the 'Shop levels to make it viewable. I don't always press hard enough for a scanner, so it might look a little wierd darkness-wise.

That's all. G'night.

Um, Sorry World. Forgot My Hat...

Just a second test image.

Ooh. That's ouchy!

I just doodled something that an angst filled 15 year-old would draw if their crush didn't reciprocate their feelings. It's all Heathers after that.

I hope to make this a daily thing with something slightly, but doubtfully, more interesting.

Hello World

Well, that's how it starts, right? "Hello world." Always. I'm sure God said it after he created it, the world said, "How do you do?" and they both sat down for tea wearing funny hats. I'm sure it was one of those children's tea sets, and the world felt awkward holding its pinky out while sipping from an unusually small cup. I bet Mr. Bear and a headless doll were sitting around the table, too.

So, to keep this brief, as you can see I'm attempting to do with that opening paragraph, this is my blog o' doodles. I liken it to something that Mike Krahulik (AKA Gabe) said over at Penny Arcade: STRETCHING EXERCISES.

It's easy for me to become stagnant, but there's something that happens when I pick up a pen or pencil and there's a blank page, and it's not usually pretty. I might doodle a 3D box, or I might scratch out some undiscovered creature. Either way, once I do it, I feel like doing more. So this is a blog of stretching exercise doodles. It may be on a clean white sheet, the margin of a notebook, or some frowned upon scribbling at work. Either way, it a way to kick my but into gear to get Take It Like A Husband back underway.

Here's my first sampling:

Happy Little Doodle Bug

It's just a doodle bug. Or rather, it's a bug I doodled. Nothing special, but I did it, and my mom would put it on the refrigerator if my dad let her.

Well, here's hoping for more. Well, I'm hoping for more. I don't know about you...