Coffee and a Bun • 1 January 2007

The New Year had come and with it the untold possibilities of another trip around the sun. I went to the Malcolm's party and, while sitting around after the ball had dropped, Ian indicated that he wanted me to draw Seven of Nine from Star Trek: Voyager. I drew him the coffee swilling Captain Janeway instead.

Oh well. Better luck next year, Ian.

Bosoms Are Okay • 1 January 2007

Kim is convinced that I can't draw a lady's accoutrements. To settle this, we had a Bust-off. I drew breasts, Kim drew breasts, and Laura chimed in with a bovine bosom. My attempt, though not my best, isn't all that bad if I say so myself.


I should spend more time sitting around drawing breasts anyway.

The Skorkle Campaign Trail • 12 March 2007

Skorkle, the Dark Lord of Definitions, is coming. He is bringing his second in command, Kyphorrhinos, with him. Together they will claim the United States Presidency in 2008. There will be no remorse during the campaign. There will be no survivors from the election.

But first, that campaign must be realized. Our attempts to emphasize the Skorkle-Kyphorrhinos election platform of "Bring out the Worm" resulted in these ideas.

HAIL SKORKLE

Ian at the Zoo • 14 March 2007

Ian and Stalin, during a trip to the zoo on a lovely spring day, encounter an ostrich. Ian does not quite know how to handle this freakish beastie.

Eye-Pod • 20 March 2007

Charles was listing to his little white music machine when this popped into my brain. Some people thought it was gross but they simply do not recognize the merit in the concept.

Open letter to Apple: I'll sell you this for a price. Have your people call my people.

The Crane Game • 20 March 2007

Charles just can't win at life. Not only does God have an endless supply of quarters, but he's also danged good at this game. He has a lot of free time, y'know, what with Creation being finished and all that.

The Hitler Within • 23 March 2007

Everybody has a little Hitler inside them, you just have to know where to look! For Charles, this affliction presents itself in the form of an acid-spitting inner jaw.

It could be worse. I knew a guy once who had Hitlers in lieu of hands. Imagine that, if you will.

Out for the Night • 26 March 2007

I had this idea rattling around in my head for quite some time and it took a fair while before I actually got around to drawing it.

One musn't think of Stalin as a maniac robot thirsting for power. Heavens no! He enjoys a night on the town just like anybody.

Sopwith Camel • 2 April 2007

At the start of April I tried to hold the paper airplane build-off in the student union. My plan was to construct a model of a Sopwith Camel, the favored aircraft of the British flying corps in World War I, out of poster board. In order to have a plan of attack I drew these quick plans of the Camel.

With my luck the Sopwith purists will find this page and criticize me for not having the proportions perfectly accurate. Mind you, these were drawn from memory with the notion of the limitations of paper in mind.

I never did finish the plane.

Phil's Suspicion Increases • 6 April 2007

Phil is notoriously suspicious of the world around him. Only rarely will he emerge from his bunker to face the harsh daylight. Every entity in the world around him must be scrutinized to determine whether it is a friend or foe. This balloon, innocent though it may seem, could indeed harbor a dark plot against Phil and his very way of life.

For some reason Kim chronicled the creation of this picture, first photographing me drawing it and then Ian holding the finished piece up for Phil to see.

All Hatin' on Science • 2 June 2007

The idea of the Science family and their adventures first came to me in October (see Issue 12). It's sort of like Leave it to Beaver meets Cops. Maybe.

I figure that in a laboratory there's a kind of pecking order among the equipment. Take the noble test tube, for instance. Although hard working and the core of any lab, they are the pygmies of the glasswear, compared to the mighty flask. The Science family, being Erlenmeyer flasks, might then be suspicious when a test tube is brought into the house. It's not that the Colonel and his kin are bad people. Far from it. It's society and the media, I tell you.

Ian's New Ride • 2 June 2007

They say that the more you try to avoid the things you hate, the more you become like them. Noted anti-communist freedom fighter Ian Malcolm, having fought their cybernetic kind on many an occasion, sees no issue with enhancing his body with all-terrain treads in place of his legs. It takes a dapper gentleman to warn him of this downward trend he is finding himself on.

An Optimism A Day • 18 June 2007

Ambition is a fine thing and all, but it doesn't really matter if you never follow up on it. In June I had the great idea of using my abundance of free time returning to the pic a day concept that this site is named after, even though I haven't done that for three years.

Spoiler alert: I didn't follow up on this goal the next day.

Ian's Web Course Kicks His Butt • 18 June 2007

Ian wanted me to art him up the subject "Ian's web course kicks his butt." This concept sketch resulted in the ultimate fruit of my labor, which I rendered from foamcore and gave to him as a birthday present.

I built the sculpture pretty much exactly to the sketch, though I did leave out the zig-zag division on the left and the tubes running through each corner of the triangle. This was the final result, which links to a larger image:

Josh Hearts Blimps! • 24 June 2007

This is actually true. I do go ga-ga over blimps, which I believe to be the premier form of air travel in this day and age.

But I do not wish to limit myself exclusively to blimps. In fact, any such dirigible will do. I'm a zeppelin man myself, really.