Life Without Taffy

A weird stream of consciousness comic page illustration from back in 2000. Not too sure where most of the ideas for this came from. Part of the fun I suppose.

Some random sketches and scribbles:

I actually spent a couple of minutes making this. And am still quite amused by it. Just like when I was twelve. I’m 30. Not too sure if that’s good or bad. Hmm. Boobs.

When I decided to finish a sketchbook for 2007, I had the same problem for my 2006 sketchbook: I was way behind when it came to December. That being said, I had to do a bunch of drawings in a month and several on December 31st to get it done. This is good and bad. Good as it gets me drawing a lot. Bad in that it forces me to draw, which usually isn’t good. See what exactly came out the last day of 2006 for my sketchbook here: Part One and Part Two.

Which brings us to 2007’s sketchbook ending. I had been drawing for a couple hours. I drew the Homie in the previous post. And then I drew several pictures that were damn awful (those you don’t get to see, they’re way lame trust me) Then came this first picture here. I was tired and I slammed a couple beers. I drew it and once I got out the naked picure of myself, the next three were easy. I’m starting a new sketchbook and maybe it’ll end a little better than this one.