Sorry for the lack of updates. I have a job now, and when I'm not at it, I'm usually doing something with friends. So, life is cool... I just don't have as much time to draw things that I like enough to post.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
The Wacky Adventures of Winthorpe! Number 6
Sorry for the lack of updates. I have a job now, and when I'm not at it, I'm usually doing something with friends. So, life is cool... I just don't have as much time to draw things that I like enough to post.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
New Banner
Okay, so now there's a new banner now. I think it might be a little too huge, but I otherwise like it... Do you?
Here are the previous banners... just so there will be something to look at in this post... you know, besides words.
Here are the previous banners... just so there will be something to look at in this post... you know, besides words.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Book of Sighs #9
To quote the Beatles: "Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number nine, number nine
Number nine, number nine, number..."
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
The Book of Sighs #6
Clickedy-click this mug, yo.
The second comic with Evil Anti-Christ Barry! He made his debut in comic #2, if you don't remember... But I hope you DO remember, since a lot of strips will refer to past comics (i.e. the second panel here recalls the punchline of the second comic strip).
Also, hey, this is my fiftieth post! Sure, not every post has had quality material... but it still feels like an accomplishment. Now if I only had more readers...
In the next few days, look forward to another Winthorpe comic! Or, uh, don't look forward to it. Either way, it'll be there soon!
The second comic with Evil Anti-Christ Barry! He made his debut in comic #2, if you don't remember... But I hope you DO remember, since a lot of strips will refer to past comics (i.e. the second panel here recalls the punchline of the second comic strip).
Also, hey, this is my fiftieth post! Sure, not every post has had quality material... but it still feels like an accomplishment. Now if I only had more readers...
In the next few days, look forward to another Winthorpe comic! Or, uh, don't look forward to it. Either way, it'll be there soon!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Fear!
Here's a nice little GIMPed out comic for you.
The following paragraph contains no wit:
Speaking of fear, do you know what my primary fear was for the longest time? That I was seriously mentally deficient. I don't mean that I worried that I might not be at the top of my class; I speculated that I was even below the line of being "simple." I honestly feared that I was being humored when people said I was smart. Sure, I took advanced courses throughout grade school, but I never really thought I was intelligent. It was only a couple of years into college (which I was able to attend due to the Hope scholarship and good grades) that I finally said "Huh... maybe I AM kinda smart." I still find it hard to believe my friends when they say something like "you're probably the smartest person I know."
Okay, enough soul-baring or what-have-you.
The following paragraph contains no wit:
Speaking of fear, do you know what my primary fear was for the longest time? That I was seriously mentally deficient. I don't mean that I worried that I might not be at the top of my class; I speculated that I was even below the line of being "simple." I honestly feared that I was being humored when people said I was smart. Sure, I took advanced courses throughout grade school, but I never really thought I was intelligent. It was only a couple of years into college (which I was able to attend due to the Hope scholarship and good grades) that I finally said "Huh... maybe I AM kinda smart." I still find it hard to believe my friends when they say something like "you're probably the smartest person I know."
Okay, enough soul-baring or what-have-you.
Monday, September 8, 2008
The Wacky Adventures of Winthorpe! Number 3
This comic LOOKS a bit like "The Wacky Adventures of Winthorpe! Number 2" at first glance, but it's totally different. Check it out, yo.
EDIT: I edited the image after reading the first comment. Dude was right.
Semi-Update
Okay, yesterday and this morning I went back and polished up the Book of Sighs comics that I had already posted.
The changes: Reduced blur on the first two, darkened text on the first three, made the panel borders thicker on the first four.
I think they look better now... more like the fifth one, which I think turned out pretty well!
I'll post something new soon.
The changes: Reduced blur on the first two, darkened text on the first three, made the panel borders thicker on the first four.
I think they look better now... more like the fifth one, which I think turned out pretty well!
I'll post something new soon.
Friday, September 5, 2008
The Book of Sighs #5
If the last line is confusing, then either you haven't read the first comic, or it's been a little while since you read it. Here's a quick link to the first page: The Book of Sighs #1
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Semi-update!
Last night I redrew my friend as a Smurf. Today I scanned it and did all the coloring in GIMP. So... it's something I've done before, but now it looks more like her usual drawn-self... Plus, now she looks a little shorter, which is good. Yeah... the secret was giving her stubby legs.
You can scroll down for the redrawn version (which still isn't mega-awesome), or you can forgo the scrolling by clicking right here
You can scroll down for the redrawn version (which still isn't mega-awesome), or you can forgo the scrolling by clicking right here
Monday, September 1, 2008
The Wacky Adventures of Winthorpe! Number 2
Click for full-size.
I decided that I liked that Winthorpe character I came up with a couple of weeks ago... so here's a second comic with him. Also featured in this comic is Cecil Mulligan the Crab. Mulligan (and his first line) is a recent creation of Jeff Burks, who is awesome enough to let me use the character as well.
I decided that I liked that Winthorpe character I came up with a couple of weeks ago... so here's a second comic with him. Also featured in this comic is Cecil Mulligan the Crab. Mulligan (and his first line) is a recent creation of Jeff Burks, who is awesome enough to let me use the character as well.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
The Book of Sighs #4
As ALWAYS, click on the image for a better view of it.
Alright, here's the fourth. This one introduces Krystal, whose high-flying superhero name is The Shard. Her normal name was originally Krista, but, in the redesign, I changed the name a little bit to reflect her powers more (she can fly with huge wings made of glass crystals). This character was mostly based on a girl that I was in love with for several years, who is still a great friend of mine. Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, this is the second redesign for this character. When she was first created back in 2000 or so, her costume was pretty awful.
ALSO, I've gone back and added gray to the previous Book of Sighs comics. I think it looks better without there being such an immense amount of white space. Anyone else think that it looks better this new way?
Alright, here's the fourth. This one introduces Krystal, whose high-flying superhero name is The Shard. Her normal name was originally Krista, but, in the redesign, I changed the name a little bit to reflect her powers more (she can fly with huge wings made of glass crystals). This character was mostly based on a girl that I was in love with for several years, who is still a great friend of mine. Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, this is the second redesign for this character. When she was first created back in 2000 or so, her costume was pretty awful.
ALSO, I've gone back and added gray to the previous Book of Sighs comics. I think it looks better without there being such an immense amount of white space. Anyone else think that it looks better this new way?
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Wrote something today.
I was bored today, so I decided to try my hand at writing again. This is what I came up with
Ashes by Adam Lanier
I pour more cream into my stale coffee -- stir it and make phantom images appear and dissolve into a pale liquid. I finally mumble the nagging thought that's been ricocheting throughout every part of me for the past few weeks: “I miss her.” Wilfred's cigarette falls, unlit, from his mouth. It lands beside his shoe, next to a smattering of butts and a fair sprinkling of ash. I sip my coffee which is already cold. Still too bitter.
“You're kidding, right?”
I swirl my coffee around the waxen cup. Tiny grounds float to the top, shifting like snowflakes. They seem just about as cold. I stare at them instead of answering my best friend.
“Course you're joking. After all that's happened...” he trails off, fishing another cigarette from his pack. I hear his lighter, and after a moment, smell the rich, burnt, smoke. I continue meditating on the cup of joe, willing myself to take another drink. I sigh.
“Fine, whatever,” he punctuates with a cloud of smoke. “But what's to miss? I mean, really?”
I look up at him, his hair tousled by the morning breeze. I have plenty of answers, but no words to go along with them. “I dunno.”
“Look, that whole period was messed up. But it's over now. Thank god.” He taps ash from his cigarette. It falls slowly through our mesh table and falls to the concrete below us. “It's time to move on.”
“But there's more to it than...”
“No. There's nothing else to it. Everything she touched she destroyed. It ended the best way it could have.” He lapses into silence, smoking and looking out far into the distance, and at nothing at all.
“She changed my life, Will, and I got rid of her.” I look down at the ashes by my feet.
Wilfred clears his throat, or maybe it's a scoff. “But if you hadn't...”
“Yeah, if I hadn't. Then my life would be more exciting. Different. Maybe I wouldn't always feel so lost.” This is the first time I've openly talked about her, and the words come haltingly and with difficulty. “I... I never knew what to expect from her. From the very beginning, I was clueless. And maybe she would have changed. Did I really ever give her a chance, Will? With everything I've learned... If I just had another chance, but with what I know now... Didn't she deserve another chance?” I look down at my hands, still clutching the half-empty cup. “Maybe I'm the bad guy.”
“You're not the bad guy. And I hope you realize that you're not the only one she hurt. You gave her plenty of chances. But she never took them; she tore down everything you built up.”
“Everything that's torn down can be rebuilt.”
“Yeah, doctor, I know." He pauses to take another drag off his cigarette. "That's why I think you and the city will be alright.”
We look across the street at the pile of rubble that used to be a series of sky scrapers. The ashes dance in the wind.
Ashes by Adam Lanier
I pour more cream into my stale coffee -- stir it and make phantom images appear and dissolve into a pale liquid. I finally mumble the nagging thought that's been ricocheting throughout every part of me for the past few weeks: “I miss her.” Wilfred's cigarette falls, unlit, from his mouth. It lands beside his shoe, next to a smattering of butts and a fair sprinkling of ash. I sip my coffee which is already cold. Still too bitter.
“You're kidding, right?”
I swirl my coffee around the waxen cup. Tiny grounds float to the top, shifting like snowflakes. They seem just about as cold. I stare at them instead of answering my best friend.
“Course you're joking. After all that's happened...” he trails off, fishing another cigarette from his pack. I hear his lighter, and after a moment, smell the rich, burnt, smoke. I continue meditating on the cup of joe, willing myself to take another drink. I sigh.
“Fine, whatever,” he punctuates with a cloud of smoke. “But what's to miss? I mean, really?”
I look up at him, his hair tousled by the morning breeze. I have plenty of answers, but no words to go along with them. “I dunno.”
“Look, that whole period was messed up. But it's over now. Thank god.” He taps ash from his cigarette. It falls slowly through our mesh table and falls to the concrete below us. “It's time to move on.”
“But there's more to it than...”
“No. There's nothing else to it. Everything she touched she destroyed. It ended the best way it could have.” He lapses into silence, smoking and looking out far into the distance, and at nothing at all.
“She changed my life, Will, and I got rid of her.” I look down at the ashes by my feet.
Wilfred clears his throat, or maybe it's a scoff. “But if you hadn't...”
“Yeah, if I hadn't. Then my life would be more exciting. Different. Maybe I wouldn't always feel so lost.” This is the first time I've openly talked about her, and the words come haltingly and with difficulty. “I... I never knew what to expect from her. From the very beginning, I was clueless. And maybe she would have changed. Did I really ever give her a chance, Will? With everything I've learned... If I just had another chance, but with what I know now... Didn't she deserve another chance?” I look down at my hands, still clutching the half-empty cup. “Maybe I'm the bad guy.”
“You're not the bad guy. And I hope you realize that you're not the only one she hurt. You gave her plenty of chances. But she never took them; she tore down everything you built up.”
“Everything that's torn down can be rebuilt.”
“Yeah, doctor, I know." He pauses to take another drag off his cigarette. "That's why I think you and the city will be alright.”
We look across the street at the pile of rubble that used to be a series of sky scrapers. The ashes dance in the wind.
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