Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Manscaping: Part 3




"Wholesome" fix: Put a towel on Jim, obviously. Maybe less hair? Sigh. That's what makes it so wonderfully disgusting.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Manscaping: Part 2

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"Wholesome" fix: Lyn would say, "What in the world is he doing in there?"

Monday, October 6, 2008

Manscaping: Part 1

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"Wholesome" fix: Jim would not be scratching his behind.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Art of the Grill: Part 6

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Friday, October 3, 2008

Art of the Grill: Part 5


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Thursday, October 2, 2008

Art of the Grill: Part 4


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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

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Art of the Grill: Part 3

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Art of the Grill: Part 2

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"Wholesome" fix: Remove the morning wood.

Monday, September 29, 2008

Art of the Grill: Part 1

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"Wholesome" fix: Remove Jim's "shit" bubble.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Movie Post # 5: THE INCREDIBLE BULK—in color!

"Don't make me hungry, Mr. McGee. You won't like me when I'm hungry."



A Full Color Jimperfect cartoon! Just in time for the Sunday funnies.

As you can see, I'm dabbling in Photoshop.


"Wholesome" fix: I'd zip up a bit more. Less pubes.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Lord of the Squirrels: Part 9

Hooray! It is a day of celebration in the peaceful village of Malverne. The squirrels have fled the tree-lined streets for the less wooded, yet more tranquil-sounding towns of Lynbrook, Valley Stream, Rockville Center, and Franklin Square.... Okay, the last two may not invoke tranquility—but the little bastards are gone, by golly!

As his family takes their rightful place at his side, our hero can sit peaceably on his throne once again for he truly is: THE LORD OF THE SQUIRRELS.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

New Updates at BIG-BONED

Visit http://bigbonedbook.blogspot.com/ for new spreads and extra features on our graphic novel. I'll be updating this more often as we approach publication of BIG-BONED in two parts. We'd love your support and welcome any comments and critiquing. Well, maybe not so much the critiquing....

Lord of the Squirrels: Part 8

They say that in war, there are no true winners. That, in the end, everyone loses. Well ... THEY are idiots (according to our hero).

As he stands alone on the battlefied surveying his decimated lawn, now littered with the cloven corpses of quarry-making critters, Jimbo breathes deep the air and gives thanks to the gods for helping him vanquish the menacing mammals of Malverne from his land.


Click the pic for a squirlier view.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Lord of the Squirrels: Part 7

They fought hard, the Hastings clan. The clash of steel on fur could be heard for miles around as the battle surged amongst the boughs of the arbor kingdom.

Meanwhile, on the ground below, the multitudes of Malverne-ites gathered, huddled in their houses—icked out by the fuzz and funk, gore and gunk, that poured down from the trees—and spoke warily of the great conflict outside their windows in hushed tones (as if uttering the words above a whisper would invite this squirrel mêlée into their own homes).

Surrounded by younglings, the "old ones"—their withered hair as ashen as the rodent warriors outside their doors—spoke openly of their own experiences in the first War of the Squirrels. Of how many were lost.... The toll it took. But not one veteran could recall having ever heard such clang and clamour, nor chitter and chatter, before this day. Nor had they ever witnessed carnage such as this. For as far back as they could remember, the sky above had never rained the its and bits

of squirrels.