Deadpan Dickhead in Diary Debacle!

In an effort to "loosen up," generate "content" more regularly, and do the kind of comics that make inferior cartoonists unfathomable sums of money, I have started doing a "diary" comic. All joking aside, I'm only doing these as an exercise. I will not publish them unless some deluded jackass offers me a bucket of cash. I would, however, like some feedback. Do you like this looser style? Do you notice the absence of meticulously measured linear perspective? Are you offended by the way I drew you? You make the call, true believers! Here's the first two. New Trackrabbit pages will be up in a day or two (as if you cared).

Beanie's Folly, pages 18, 19 and 20

Now that the tumult of the holidays is behind us, and I've concluded my campaign of writing anonymous letters of scathing criticism to various cartoonists in Brooklyn, I can get back to what matters: meticulously executed genre fiction that no one will ever read. I'm half-way done penciling this book, now, so surely I'll have it done before the computer on which I'm typing this is even more laughably obsolete. Cheers!

The Red Devil vs The Whole Fuckin' Show

Salutations. I know it's been a while. Rest assured, loyal reader, I am still hard at work on the next Trackrabbit. I have, however, been away for a week or so. During my sabbatical, I had time only for flights of fancy like the one seen above. Soon, dear reader, very soon, there will be more stuff about sad men and robots. For now, however, you will have to content yourself with tough men and even tougher dinosaurs. Ta.

Some Professional Looking Pages

Beanie's Folly, pages 16 and 17

Today was my first day back at the drafting table in a while. It was pretty frustrating. For a minute there, I thought about throwing in the towel and just drawing all lousy like everybody else. I thought better of it, though. You, my dear readers (both of you), deserve nothing less than my lazy, uneducated, chronically hung-over best. Enjoy.

Beanie's Folly, pages 14 & 15

The Folly of Beanie Boylan, pages 12 and 13

I haven't had to go to work for the last two days. I've spent most that time drawing. At the end of forty-eight hours, I can safely say that I am as good at making comics as I am at making lattes. By the way, folks: If you have any criticisms about how I could improve these pages, let me know. I figure since I'm posting the pencils, I might as well open myself up to criticism while I can still change things with relative ease.