In the past 5 days I've heavily considered drawing the following things, but subsequently rejected them for being so strikingly unfunny:


  • Greasy Witherspoon
  • Natalie Portmanteau
  • Baroque Obama
  • Dom DeLillouise

Thank your lucky stars.

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Not feeling too good



This is the last one, I swear.

My college roommate Wagner ==> Wagnerbot

Whilst looking through my old college notebooks (where I was apparently learning about torsion) I made a startling discovery...



The original cockulator sketch:

with Andy Rooney XXIV

Have you ever noticed how these Galacticorp Sexbots are highly inefficient at telefellatio?

Aren't you sick of these newfangled laser ad-spheres? I can't even drive in my hoverjet three thousand kilometers to the local super-replicator without being subjected to a barrage of ads for the latest hyped-up brain implant.

It's gotten so you can't watch telesmision without seeing half-naked hyper-girls enticing our children with promises of limitless casual brainal sex. When will Compu-Congress start listening to the concerns of the parents of Amerimexichinada?

What is the deal with these high uranium prices? Why has President Glaxnorzd taken mining the uranium-rich moons of Zirankexuejijin X off the table?



This is what happens when you go from posting twice a month to posting twice a day and then back to twice a month again.





a.k.a. The Laziest Future Cave Painting Ever

Lately, instead of drawing, I've been organizing everything I own that's smaller than a record storage box into record storage boxes.



The boxes just out of view are labeled "Lame Old Games," "Battle Field Earth / Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Action Figures," and "HATS!"




I apologize to anyone visiting in the past few weeks expecting to see something new/funny/well-drawn. Here are a few things to keep you occupied during the next two weeks in which it will take me to post again:

Homeless Robots
Pretzelephant
Bad Spock Drawings
Tiny Art Director
Passive Aggressive Notes

Starring Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer

But at least he leaves a note.




In other news:


I would think people who work at the Senate have more important things to do than read my dumb blog. Guess not.

If it seems like I haven't been posting as regularly as usual it's because I recently got a job. This is what happened there yesterday morning:



At least I didn't say "I like to doodle."

My Laugh-Out-Loud Cat finally arrived! Thank you Mr. Lad.


And there are so many more monkeys and hobos and hobocats where that came from.