Saturday, June 23, 2007

Presented in glorious Some Colours™

Shagohod, baby!This was drawn without references (ooh, hark at him trying to talk like an artist) and it shows*, but you get the idea. Well, roughly 18% of you get it, anyway.

*(Oh, man! It shouldn't have caterpillar tracks; the back half acts like a hovercraft. Those rocket boosters should be further forward too. Also, what the hell's going on with that IRBM launcher?)

Sunday, June 17, 2007


Au contraire mon tres bon frereI'm a busy guy. I just moved and the internet is thin on the ground. Updates will resume.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Brain Dead Fred: Anxiety

STEVE: Yo, Beady F. Still ticking? I was just chatting to one of the nurses. Apparently they're really desperate for beds. Pfft, eh? I can't decide whether I find nurses sexy or frightening. I suppose it probably varies from nurse to nurse. *TWITCH* Brain Dead Fred, falling disappointingly between the disparate stools of madcap comedy and psychological horror! No actual joke this week, it would seem. Ah well. At least you didn't pay anything for it.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Back to the smoke

(in car) Fine, DON'T let me in, you thundering GAYLORD... (confronted by charity worker) Dammit, there's got to be SOMETHING smaller than £1 in here... (slogan) LONDON: it's a state of mind!I have failed to comply with the comedy rule-of-three. This is partly because I wrongly imagine my technique is advanced enough to play around with the rules, but mostly because I couldn't think of a third panel. I am sorry.

I am also sorry for my homophobic vernacular and to a lesser extent my tight-fistedness although in mitigation I point out that a beggar had already caught me in his tractor beam and in any case the one who donates the least is rewarded all the more richly by Jesus or so I have read.