She doesn’t even pick a lipstick that’s dark enough to cover her mouth sores.
(Thanks Twitter for the excuse to draw something gross.)
The stupid week or so of cold weather ruined my damn hands. Good thing I have a scanner to document such things in disturbing detail.
(What’s the blue? The stupid toilet doesn’t flush right. I have to pop the top off to fix the little plunger thing. And the 2000 Flushes cleaner thing was looking all weird and gelatinous so I poked it. Blue.)
So today’s the day. 24 comic pages in 24 hours. Shit I haven’t done 24 pages this year. About to get started. Just having a little breakfasts. Bananas and donuts. Coffees. Should have got some cocaine. Oh, well. There’s always next year. I’ll be updating pretty regularly. My drawing desk is right next to the computer. Check back throughout the day and night and I’ll be here.
Ah, coffee. You are probably gonna be my best friend today. I got my iPod all charged up. That’s gonna really be the deciding factor as to where this story goes today. I’m gonna set that junk to shuffle and let it go. So whether it chooses some Mastodon or some Martin Denny, that’s gonna influence what gets sent to my brain and down through my drawing paw.
Oh, shittily-drawn black Jesus: give me strength and inspiration and the power to vanquish my enemies.
And we’re off. The random Pictionary word is allergy. Song #1 on the iPod: I put A Spell On You by CCR. Go!
Page 1 finished. I guess I overestimated how long pages were going to take so I didn’t do backgrounds on this one. Now I know.
Doing a weirder layout with the next page:
Page 2 done. I’m making good time and I generally have a good idea where this is going.
What comes next? Can you figure it out?
Yep. Jesus. Don’t act like you’re surprised.
Now the excitement really begins.
Dude. I’m just as confused as you are.
Page 5. I wish I didn’t decide on having a character slowly have his skin come off. Very time-consuming work drawing that.
I’m about an hour ahead of schedule now. Lunch break.
Now what? I don’t know. We’ll see. Oh wait, you want it to get weird. Okie doke.
Page 9. And yes, this page is pretty lazy artistically. Probably gonna concentrate more on the writing of this thing so I don’t ruin my hand. I got a crapload still left to do.
It’s official: I have gross old man hands:
Page 10! Stick with it. This page has a point. Kinda. Maybe. We’ll see.
Page 11. All of this talking is going to lead to some action. Probably. My hand is officially ruined after this point. Oh well. Fuck it. I gots a comic to draw.
Page 12. Halfway home! If you don’t see where this is going, I’m more clever than I thought. If you do see where this is going, I’m sorry.
Page 13. Yeah!
Carrots. Good for your eyes. Anybody know what kind of food’s good for sore hands and backs?
Yes. I have crossed a line. That line was lame to begin with so I showed it who’s boss. By having a dude in this comic eat dicks. But they were gonna rape him so it’s okay?
Page 15. Something’s not quite right?
Probably the hardest on to do so far. My hand is killing me. I was seriously thinking about stopping for a minute there. I took a break and jumped back in. Not sure if I have 8 more in me. I’ll try my best.