TINY HAUS

GO LIVE IN ONE, ABBY'S GONNA!!

drawing credits::
(clockwise from left)
me, abby, ben

And if I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north and south

So I was listening to the above lyrics of a Cat Stevens song the other day and one single image popped into my head that I NEEDED to draw:

I have no idea why, but it jus sort of happened that way.

Next I drew this, because it seem like a logical step.

So when it all came together, I had the image below:

It came out more creepy than I was anticipating. He is supposed to be a very nice character, whoever he is. I didn't realized he creeped me out until it was the middle of the night and I woke up and looked over on my floor and saw him staring at me. Very unsettlin'.

So there it is, my lastest something or other. Enjoy.

P.S. I am working on a comic that involved people answering a question I have posted on my blog, if you wouldn't mind checking it out and answering it. THANKSSSS!

WANNA FEEL GOOD NO MATTER WHAT

THIS IS THE SONG THAT MAKES ME FEEL SO GOOD, NO MATTER WHAT
(even if i'm having a bad day / moment, like right now)
THERE'S NO WRONG TIME TO PLAY THIS SONG



GET DOWN ON IT!!!!!

Nate Denver makes me feel good about myself

Be sure to check my blog later this week to read my Sak Sally and Nate Denver story. Now, for the goods. This is another Superman that Bob drew me to put on my desk at work:

Next is a Superman that I did for Bob for his birthday present:

So, one might be wondering why Nate Denver made me feel better about myself. Well, you might not know it from looking at my picture, but I actually did look at a picture of Superman to draw that. Well, as it turns out, Nate Denver, an artist I respect, buys books on elephants, and looks at photos of them all the time, and draws dozens of them every day, but I wouldn't necessarily call them "photo realistic."

O!NO!

This is a picture I found under a sunken ship from about 3,000 years ago. I believe it was Phoenician in origin. Apparently this practice of fishy-massages is not as avant garde as one might imagine.
In prechristian times, the large beast Fladapoli was a fish-like creature who owned a big bowl-spa. He would invite the teeny weeny humans to partake in what they saw as a battle to kill a hefty meal, while its grandness, the undying Fladopoli, found it to be quite pleasing as a ritual removal of dying and increasing scales. The scale of the human, allowed for the scale of the beasty to live in what one might refer to as a mutual relationship, if not an unintentionally harmonius one.

This is my piece of historic evidence I was able to unearth in my research. Where there any parrallels drawn by the onominnow conglomerate?

So two fish walk into a spa...

Before my eyelids were torn off, the idea of going to a fish spa sounded like a good idea. So the story goes, I was in Seol, looking for a little fun. Wanted to sample some of the local culture, and decided to spring the $8 for the fish spa.

I only remember wading in the water, but then the fish swam through my ears into my brain and I passed out. The owner of the spa had to pull me out. But, in the end, the spa treatment was comped and I saved myself the $8.

Time machine, time machine, traveling through tiiiiime. Thank you.

These are a fwe newspaper clippings that Fr. Kestermeir sent me in an email. The first one reminds me of something Ricky and Clay would have put in the paper if they'd had the money. Am I right?