Wednesday, July 3, 2019


Just trying to ignite something.

To be real, I have felt a huge low in confidence, and this was a nice little pick-me-up piece, helping me feel like I still know how to do this.

Have you ever been reading, and then half way through a sentence you start to think of the sheer mechanics of reading (eyes receiving symbols, brain interpreting them, mind understanding them), and then start to trip yourself up such that you momentarily forget how to read? Or same thing when you're walking and then you kinda forget how to walk mid-stride? That's how I've felt with drawing lately. It's a little frightening.

So this piece felt good because it was a small, contained illustration that flowed relatively easily, and was just a little refresher on my regular process, that I still know how to do this. A big help on this approach was just taking this on as just a minimalist sketch, as seen in the third image of this post, and then polishing it off with more refined paints later, as seen in the top image of this post.

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Wednesday, April 3, 2019


Found him.

I drew this shortly after Fblthp's card was revealed, as a sort of time-attack challenge.

I've been in a bit of a funk lately (see how slow updates have been on my archive sites).

So I treated this as a challenge to just let go and drop a painting in relatively short order.

It worked, and I felt a boost in confidence that I still know how to make an illustration, particularly paint.

However, I did end up having a nightmare a few nights later, of a little monster staring at me from off to the side of the bed while I slept--it was so vivid I couldn't sleep anymore and slugged through the rest of the day on about two hours of sleep! I later realized the monster I saw was Fblthp, or at least a Detective Pikachu-style homunculus.

Anyway, I took the opportunity to make a bluish, abstract cityscape background in honor of Ravnica, and made sure to embrace the classic, clunky Fbthp design, rather than the peculiarly chiseled version his actual card has.

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Wednesday, March 6, 2019


A snowy picture for snowy dreams.

I miss the snow and have certainly been a bit delinquent in my snow-themed drawings this winter.

Anyway, I wanted to paint a sorta snowy juncture point, and this mountainpass kinda emerged.

Beyond that, there's no deeper meaning here, just love the snow (though I gotta go with rain as my #1) and love using cool colors, especially purple.

And this was the initial version we posted on Twitter.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2019


I thought I'd do a quick and simple coloring over my old Zero Like Me 10-year anniversary sketch. I never assigned them regular costumes, per se--I always loved researching different outfits for them to wear comic to comic--but I do like putting Z in Yale gear, and of course Nyao always wears stripes. There's not much else to these dopes as far as style guides go, though if I ever do color them, these are my go-to colors.

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Monday, February 4, 2019


Just a quick little remix of a New Years' sketch to kick off the proper Year of the Piggly Wigglies.

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Friday, February 1, 2019


It looks like I've never posted this sketch, which I recently colored up here.

I'm almost positive I posted this uncolored version at some point, but in any case, here it is again.

I love the look of Yale-style rugby shirts, though mine has long since worn away into shreds, unfortunately.

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Monday, January 28, 2019


Man, just heard about the GP New Jersey champion, Max Williams, not getting any hype after such a huge accomplishment--and not even getting his trophy on time!--and felt inspired to sketch him thanks to his outrageous story and even more outre victory photos.

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Wednesday, January 2, 2019


Just a quick little New Years' sketch to kick off the Year of the Boar.

Will this be my year?

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Wednesday, December 19, 2018


At long last, we've colored up this old piece.

I've been wanting to color this for years at this point, and it all started with these lines, which were inspired by Toshihiro Ono's realistic, tough-style pokemon designs.

I finally got around to coloring this because I've been in a bit of a funk lately and wanted to do something finite and manageable.

These colors are relatively straightforward, though I did make more use of masking on this one, so it felt overall less daunting to take it on, as the painting I'm currently working on keeps spiraling into more and more discouraging complexity.

Just so I know what I'm talking about later, I'm working on a painting based on a character I was writing a sci-fi story about, but it just keeps coming up with new little details I have to paint.

Anyway, this drawing has always held a special place for me since it felt like a real swing at an Ono-style Pokemon team, so I'm glad I've been able to color it to some satisfactory degree.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2018


I drew a little illustration of Z at The Game on the occasion of its 135th playing this past Saturday. Oddly, it was played at the Red Sox's stadium for no reason. The Game is all about tradition, so you can keep your goofy Green Mahnstah, kid.

To be quite honest, I almost completely forgot about it, but it's always the Saturday before Thanksgiving, so it's just as easy to remember (though I also almost forgot about Thanksgiving, too).

I'm not really into sports, but I did make sure to go to each one while an undergrad, though we only won once and I was the last generation to see a victory for almost a solid decade!

I always say, leave it to Yale to mess it up, cuz pretty much without fail, Yale always simply gives up The Game to some nonsensical error or lapse in judgment that ends up giving those dirty rats the win. I mean, it could be a one-in-a-million outer, but dagnabbit, we will find the one astronomically rare route to completely blow it.

This year was similar...we were behind by one touchdown, but we were on pace to win since we were just feet from scoring to tie, but for absolutely no good reason Yale decided to play not to lose rather than to win. Instead of going for the arm's-reach touchdown for the crucial tie, they just kicked it, which scored but took us off pace to get ahead and win in the dwindling second half.

What's the point in losing tempo for a slight bump in score if you lose the whole thing? Lose tempo to maintain your lead, sure, but if you're behind and need to keep up to get in position to win, just go for the slightly less sure thing. If you blow the risky play, you don't win, if you blow the safe play you don't win. But if you succeed in the risky play you can win, and if you succeed in the safe play you still lose and have to start the rally over. The successful kick barely made a dent in the deficit, and those arrogant pieces of garbooj ultimately ran away with it.

Anyway, a bit of a bummer, but I did get to see the real Brian Dowling give a brief interview, so that was cool as a Doonesbury fan. Next year should be home game since we rotate every year, and our nightmare years seem to be behind us, so hopefully we get a nice outcome on warmer turf, goodness knows it's bitter and cold in Massachusetts this time of always.

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Tuesday, November 6, 2018


Release the hounds, it's Sick Little Suicide #41, "Dunk On Hunter," in which we sniff out the win like a blood hound!

I drew a little spoof of Duck Hunt in support of Ammar Campa-Najjar for congress. As you may know, in California's 50th District, Ammar is challenging the national disgrace Duncan Hunter--previously merely a national disgrace for vaping in Congress--who's been criminally indicted to the tune of 60 counts, regarding his theft of over $250,000 of campaign funds for personal expenses.

But Hunter's not only a thief, this poor-man's Jason Sudeikis also used the funds to have multiple affairs. But this rich man's advocate is not only a philanderer, this cartoonishly unfit politician's also a flag-waving fraud. Hunter, an Iraq/Afghanistan veteran, used campaign funds on personal vacations and luxury purchases and used the military as a front to write these expenses off as campaign expenditures.

Most notably, he wanted to go on vacation to Italy, so tried to arrange a visit to a naval base there. They couldn't accommodate his schedule, but offered an alternative date for the visit, which did not satisfy Hunter's plans, so he told his chief of staff to tell the Navy "to go [F] themselves" for not complying with his whims. He's even invoked the Wounded Warriors as a cover for purchasing of shorts, claiming he was actually buying golf balls for the Wounded Warrior Project. The list literally goes on and on, and his complicit wife, whom he blames all his financial crimes on, was also indicted. I bet they look totes adorbs in matching orange jumpsuits.

As I understand it, this dishonorably drunken Hunter banks his career on living in a longstanding red district and floats along on his father, Duncan Hunter, Sr.'s name. His father passed his seat onto the younger Hunter after serving for 30 years, and so collectively, the Hunters have ruled CA-50 for 40 years--with an illegally purchased iron fist, no doubt.

Enter one Ammar Campa-Najjar: a young Obama-alum-turned-businessman, and now first-time congressional hopeful, who's worked his way up himself, refuses corporate donations, and pledges to be a check on the rampant, blatant corruption and self-dealing consuming the present administration. Being Mexican-Palestinian-American, he's been the recipient of some of the most racist attack ads in recent history, so he's got to overcome not only the raw inertia of a deep-red district, but also these lie-laden, putrid attacks on his character. It's absurd how much Ammar has to placate these ridiculous "concerns," but for what it's worth, he's taken the time to dispel all concerns any reasonable voter could have. If you buy into the racist ads, you're being willfully ignorant at this point.

Meanwhile his opponent is always in his military get-up in his crassest ads, pretending he's Mr. Military, yet we have him quoted in his indictment badmouthing the military, using injured vets as cover against their knowledge or wishes, and generally preying on his district's love for the armed forces, owing to its sizable population of military families. That's viciously manipulative and abusive, and is especially dishonorable coming from a vet himself, and that's not even getting into the derangement of relying on racist fear-mongering this guy has to do since he can't run on his record, which includes voting for the tax cut that happened to adversely affect his own district since that general tax cut was designed to punish anti-Orange states. And he can't run on his policies because he plans to attack healthcare, is raring to pass more millionaires more tax cuts at workers' expense, and is generally in lockstep with that orange fraud, to the point of being the second person to endorse him when that burnt-leather basketball was a total sideshow barking at Katy Tur beside an above-ground kiddy pool at a barbeque in the boonies.

So long story short, we need game over for Duncan Hunter, and all we gotta do is press start with Ammar.

Fun Facts: I had the idea for a Duck Hunt spoof a while ago, but haven't had a chance to finish it before today, on Election Day of all days, so here we go! This is what we trained for, this is why we play the game, we need to get out there and vote.

Easter Eggs: The rather than having little bird icons, I used rabbits since this hound dog infamously used $600 of campaign funds on airfare to fly his pet rabbit around. Instead of bullets, as in the original Duck Hunt, we have ballots, checked blue, of course. The district, CA-50, replaces the "SHOT" text from the original game's display. Just above that, the round number is replaced with "D = 1," meaning Democrats are number one, meaning we need to get as many of these guys in and as many Republicans out as possible in this election. The score is zero because that's the benefit Hunter's accrued for his district over the past 10 years, and naturally his hit meter's empty cuz all he ever does is miss.

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Monday, November 5, 2018


Chik it out, only ONE (1) day until we #PokemonGoToThePolls on Tuesday, November 6, 2018, so at long last, here's our very final poke, Johto Dex #001, Chikorita!

Dude, it's all been leading up to this, it's ours to take, we have it at our fingertips, we just need to turn out and get this thing done. If you or anyone you know can vote, please do so, we need everybody, no bench-sitters. We need to win overwhelmingly to send the message that we do not tolerate the viciousness, the blatant corruption, the daylight-clear self-interest these cartoon villains presently in power are perpetuating. It's one thing to complain online, but this is now game time, this is what we train for, this is the real deal.

So even if you vote in a blue (Democrat) district, we need to run up the score against these corrupt clowns in red, and if you live in a red (Republican) district, you absolutely need to turn out because many, many, many districts are going to come down to the wire and every single vote counts, with no hyperbole. Republicans were in charge of drawing districts in many places the last time they were redrawn (every 10 years after the Census) and have made sure to rig districts via gerrymandering--which is a technique of drawing severely lopsided districts--to favor and perpetuate themselves and restrain opposition. So in order to win what would be a normally winnable district, all else equal, to surmount the stacked advantage of a gerrymandered district, we necessarily need a ton of turnout.

The key to massive turnout is voters who don't normally vote, such as those who aren't as engaged or keeping up with things as closely as others, and of course first-time voters, which is usually younger citizens age 18 and up. Of special note, fellow minorities in particular need to come out--if we voted anywhere near our actual population, we would have this in the bag every single election. But we minorities tend not to vote as reliably as white voters, so it's imperative we get our people out to the polls. We can absolutely win this, but we need to turn out. It's in our hands.

Now, not only are your districts counting on you to put sensible people in charge who will actually endeavor to improve your lives by securing healthcare and environmental protections (clean air, water, etc.) and limiting the reach of violence (sensible gun control, more economic opportunities for people on the brink of desperation from underemployment or undereducation), but your country needs you to slam the brakes on this destructive administration on a national level. If Democrats win the majority by flipping as many districts blue (Democrat) as possible, they become in charge of committees, oversight, and investigations, by which they can actually hold these plainly corrupt monsters accountable by forcing them to disclose their backdoor dealings, with no protection from Republican obstructing the discovery of their myriad conflicts of interest. That's just the House of Representatives. If we can flip the Senate, then we can absolutely put an end to perhaps the most dangerous and longest-lasting parts of the administration, particularly by stopping the approval of all these radically conservative, partisan (Republican) federal judges, so that only more fair-minded, non-radical judges will attain these positions and will make decisions based on their reading of the law rather than basing judgments on party influence. These federal Judges are important because they serve lifetime appointments, meaning that once they get in, they're basically there until they retire or die. Republicans have been abusing their majority by ramming through as many of their radical, unqualified Republican judges as possible, and now they are perched on the bench for life. A majority in the Senate can stop that cascade of compromised judges as well as harmful legislation, like all these attempts to repeal or curtail healthcare.

And further on an even greater level, the very planet is relying on us to flip as many districts blue as possible. If we can achieve majorities in one or both Chambers of Congress (the House of Representatives or the Senate), we can ensure these senselessly destructive environmental policies aren't furthered, are are reined in as much as possible, and on top of that we may even be able to pass protections again. Ordinarily I don't care about the environment, but we're nearing the point of no return on the climate, meaning once we hit a certain level of damage done to the ice caps from increasing temperatures melting the massive glaciers up/down there, the damage will be irreparable, and we'll be stuck with a hotter planet and thus increased sea levels, complete with these violent storms we've seen in recent years becoming the norm, meanwhile more portions of countries will sink under sea level. Think of it like a someone chopping away at your arm, you can heal from a cut, but once that cut gets too deep, eventually your arm gets near lopped off, and once you're at that point, your arm is basically not healing back to normal, especially if it gets lopped off. Allowing us to get to this point of no return endangers us as well as our fellow humans around the world, so they are also counting on us to do the right thing and vote for the party that understands climate change as the existential crisis it is, and that's not even talking about the financial damage we're doing across the world by digging ourselves into a pit we're going to suffer for in due time--another global recession is at stake if we keep enacting these protectionist, self-injurious, short-sighted policies, which only serves to strengthen other countries' positions on the global stage (namely China) while we weaken into a secondary position.

So please, please do what you can to help change the course of history, it begins on Tuesday. The name of the game is slamming the brakes on a car careening towards a cliff. Once we have safe majorities, in future elections, notably 2020's Presidential Election, we can then start moving the car back on the road. But just focus on slamming the brakes on Tuesday. So again, please be sure to register if you haven't already (especially since many states' registration deadlines are coming up if they haven't passed already!) and elect to be a voter on Tuesday, November 6, 2018, aka TOMORROW.

Not normal,


Monday, October 29, 2018


I'm hopping with anticipation cuz it's just 8 mere days until it's finally, finally time to #PokemonGoToThePolls on Tuesday, November 6, 2018, so here's Central Kalos Dex #008, Frogadier!

We've been in a verily verdurous grove of forest-based pokes lately, so I wanted to make an effort to seek as different an environment as possible, say, the ocean.

I was so nervous having to take on MTGinktober and PokemonGoToThePolls simultaneously, but it kinda worked out--this is our last PGTP for October! We made it! Kinda. Ugh.

I mean, to be fair, we did fall super behind on Inktober, and it looks like we'll close at about 6 days behind as of the 31st.

But I'm getting myself to cope with failure, and besides, I'm itching to get back to full digital focus, oddly enough. AND an accomplishment in itself is that I didn't mess up my arm, back, hand, neck, or eyes this year, even while switching between traditional and digital for these challenges.

And speaking of not messing up, we're so close to getting this thing done, please be sure to register if you haven't already (especially since many states' registration deadlines are coming up if they haven't passed already!) and elect to be a voter on Tuesday, November 6, 2018.

Nothing less than the planet is on the line here (not just as an international community of allies and leaders, but also as the environmental crisis grows closer to the point of no return), let alone your personal, national, and neighborly well-being. Please vote blue.

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