Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Last one, I promise. I combined all the bounty hunters from The Empire Strikes Back into one piece. Here's Boba Fett, IG-88, 4-Lom, Dengar, Bossk, and Zuckuss striking a pose before being dispatched by Vader to capture Han Solo. Don't worry, everything works out in the end.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Oh, like other weird posts on this blog, I present weird Brendan anime I found in a random folder. I come across these random things I sketched here and there during downtime at work (or unpaid late nights), but what caught my eye was the tiny Joker rendering to the left of the piece which I kinda dig. So here's some whatever.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Rex Tarkleton, comic strip genius and angry hobo, has decided to settle down in a little house with a white picket fence. Rex has been dreaming of this moment for a long time and I guess has found the means to make it a reality. The only snag in his plan is that the current occupant and owner was not too keen on the idea. I guess crawling through his open window to tell the homeowner of his newly domestic intentions at 3 in the morning didn't help Rex too much. Better luck next time, Rex. In the meantime, as Tarkleton returns to the mean streets, enjoy his latest strip.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Weird idea? You bet. I don't know why, but I wanted to do a series of Buscemi caricature/portraits combined with an orthodox icon representation of patron saints. So why not start with Michael, God's right hand man? I'm sure Steve Buscemi could pull that role off (oh, wait, that one went to Travolta).
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Rex is on a roll and delivered a new strip. The esteemed Mr. Tarkleton has promised some more work as soon as he regains his sight. Apparently he devoured a bad batch of oatmeal raisin cookies he had been fermenting under a radiator. Don't ask, because I'm just as curious and uninformed about his process as you are, but I guess the last cookie cluster packed a wallop. Here's hoping for a speedy recovery.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
In the sticky, summer heat of New York City, Rex Tarkleton made his way towards me through the dense, hazy air to give me his latest strip. Rex was looking pretty good despite the wretched, oppressive weather and I asked him how he was beating the heat. He replied that he was living in a department store window, posing as a mannequin so as not to alert the management to his presence. I think it's pretty ingenious, eluding the staff in such a way for that many hours a day, especially in an all-women's clothing store. But I'm willing to bet that the vision of Rex Tarkleton in a short tennis skirt, centered in the main window is having a negative effect on sales for said clothing store branch. But what do I know about fashion? Thanks for the comic, Rex, and stay cool!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Because I was feeling Star-Warsy, here's Boba on the prowl. He's a cool cat who was on the screen for less than five whole minutes in Empire, but nonetheless, became a cult-favorite character. Stay tuned for more bounty hunter action, like a depiction of, oh, I don't know.... Dengar. And yes, I say he's cooler than Fett, but not as cool as IG-88.
Friday, August 7, 2009
I've been toying with this idea lately that has been rolling around my head for awhile, but I'm having a few problems getting it going. What else is new? Above are the three main characters involved. Ambassador Donut has been dispatched to America for a peace accord in hopes to patch up US/Donutopia relations, soured after a recent, tragic police action, lead by a shadowy US agency, in Donutopia. The Ambassador is accompanied by his ever-faithful aide, Jonah J. Jellifild, a meek and nervous fellow. Unfortunately for Mr. Donut, mysterious forces are at work to see that relations stay strained and an assassin has been dispatched to do away with the ambassador. The whole gag here is that the assassin is having a tough time killing the ambassador due to the large hole in the middle of the target's body. So, a sniper shot tends to pass right through him and strikes poor Mr. Jellifild, who of course, bleeds jelly. I'm coming up with more gags related to this theme. Comedic gold. Sigh.