Monstruo (or whatever’s Spanish for monster)

Monster En Espanol

So I’ve been trying for a while to digitize everything I’ve ever drawn should some catastrophe wipe all the boxes of papers and crap I got stashed in my closet. This is a fantastic example of the shit I was into drawing in middle school. I did this for my Spanish class in, I want to say, sixth grade. That would make it 1988 or so. I still draw more or less the same kind of monsters and junk, but my anatomy is a little better. Spanish, I have mostly forgotton. Oh, well.

Safety In The Workplace

One of the stupid little things I like to do on my lunchbreak at my soul-crushing retail supervisor job, is deface company property. Usually reserved to brochures and various paper propoganda. I drew this little picture on a page of a safety awareness packet that was more or less common sense stuff anyway. No grab-ass while on a ladder. Duh.

safety in the workplace

After a day or two of me not adding anything in particular to it I noticed a portion added by someone else. That person, not even able to draw a convincing asian stereotype on the first try, I think ruined the picture. I wrote a message and left it in the breakroom.

Thanks for ruining my damn picture.

I figured out who drew this. It was this stocker kid who’s a fairly recent hire. I have no good things to say about him at all. Anyhow, he formed a rebuttal.

It sucked anyways.

So this douche mistakes my self-deprecating humor as an admission of my inferiority as an artist. I draw better than him in my sleep with a matchstick and that doesn’t even make sense. I’m not the best artist of ever or anything but here’s an example of this fool’s artisitic ability.

post-its

So there you have it. The asian guy. Goku (I think that’s his name) from Dragon Ball Z and the worst renditions of Homer and Bart Simpson I have ever seen. This isn’t even bad in a good way like that god-awful thrift-store painting. It’s just bad.