See also: Does No Outlet #2 Feature Male Nudity?
Naked
8:33
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.
8:40
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.
8:51
Oh, shittily-drawn black Jesus: give me strength and inspiration and the power to vanquish my enemies.
9:00
And we’re off. The random Pictionary word is allergy. Song #1 on the iPod: I put A Spell On You by CCR. Go!
9:33
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:
10:19
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.
10:56
Page 3!
Now the excitement really begins.
Dude. I’m just as confused as you are.
11:46
Page 4:
12:45
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.
2:08
Page 6.
3:21
Page 7.
Now what? I don’t know. We’ll see. Oh wait, you want it to get weird. Okie doke.
3:57
Page Eight!
4:39
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:
5:22
Page 10! Stick with it. This page has a point. Kinda. Maybe. We’ll see.
6:24
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.
7:25
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.
8:24
Page 13. Yeah!
Snack Time!
Carrots. Good for your eyes. Anybody know what kind of food’s good for sore hands and backs?
9:28
Page 14.
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?
10:26
Page 15. Something’s not quite right?
11:28
Page 16
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.
Answer:
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:
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.
