Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Kind Of Okay Comics #017

Ran into Rex Tarkleton and he gave me a new strip. He was arguing with the cantaloupes in the produce section of my local grocery store over some card game the piece of fruit lost in 1974, balking on his debt to Mr. Tarkleton, the aggravated winner of said game. Things got heated and old ladies got frightened. The cops even showed up. However, good ol' Rex, that drunken diplomat, diffused the situation. Now before you go thinking he's lost his mind, I was surprised to see that he scored at least $50 off the offensive melon before being escorted on his way. Rex was right when he was screaming, "Never play poker with a dirty, cheatin' cantaloupe!" in a pair of handcuffs. I suppose he's right. Thanks again, Rex!


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Kind Of Okay Comics #016

Rex Tarkleton returned again, twice in one day! We rehashed some old memories, like the time he delivered that comic strip earlier this morning. His memory was a little hazy and he couldn't remember all the details, but let me just say, he laughed, and then cried, and then punched random objects in the apartment, and then laughed again. It was the full gambit of emotional outpouring for good ol' Rex. Ahhhh, memories. Thanks for the latest comic, Rex, and you caused $750 worth of damages to my stuff.


Kind Of Okay Comics #015

Well, Rex Tarkleton creates another masterpiece. I think he's feeling nostalgic lately and perhaps a little guilty about setting that fire.


Saturday, May 16, 2009

Kind Of Okay Comics #014

Rex Tarkleton stopped by today and brought me a new strip to post. While sitting in the kitchen, he proposed we compete in a smoking contest. Naturally, I thought it was a good idea to take him on. During the next hour, I managed to consume 8 Marlboro Reds and then started to feel queasy. Rex, like some kind of smoking machine, managed to down 5 packs. At one point when I was heaving my guts in the can, it was reported the esteemed Mr. Tarkleton had 14 lit cigarettes in his mouth at once and that he gallantly smoked all of them down to the filters. I still feel like garbage and concede to a better (or worse?) adversary, who is currently puffing on a large cigar and complaining about a tingling in his toes. Thanks for the latest comic strip and all the memories, Rex.


Friday, May 15, 2009

The Further Adventures Of Nancy Reagan, Panel One

Nancy Reagan, aided by her loyal sidekick, the ghost of Frank Sinatra, clean up the streets and foil a nighttime bank heist.


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Snowball In Hell

After months of ignoring or forgetting the request, I finally designed a few sketches for the dessert menu cover for the restaurant my momz works at. Not sure if they will dig it and I basically had one theme going on, influenced by classic tattoo flash art, but what the hell (no pun intended). If you ever find yourself in Newport, RI, be sure to pop in for one of these puppies. The Snowball in Hell (chocolate roulade topped with vanilla ice cream in a chocolate coated goblet covered with Callebault chocolate and sprinkled with coconut) is a confectionary colossus not to be scoffed at. Personally, if I do design the cover, I hope to be compensated by receiving a mass amount o' them.


Saturday, May 9, 2009

Kind Of Okay Comics #013

Rex returns with his most questionable work yet. I cautioned him that he was well on his way to offending his audience, but he kindly reminded me that out of the 4 people who visit this blog, 3 of them are perverted deviants or maladjusted misanthropes anyway. I can't argue against his logic, I just hate when he's right. Thank you for the submission, Mr. Tarkleton.


Kind Of Okay Comics #012

Rex Tarkleton takes us back to the domestic bliss of the 1950s, a simpler time of ordering pizza.


Golden Boy

I was poking around the internets today researching some Golden Age Superman images and decided to reproduce a few. He looked quite dashing back then, a man reflective of the times. I like how he has a 1940s clean-cut look, mature hairline, if not even receding a bit, possessing a large, round jaw and squinty eyes, like he's looking right through you. Which he is, actually. Hide your shame.