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A little bit of oil never hurt nobody.
Some time ago I was challenged by a friend to draw the human equivalent to his cat, Booboo; A sorry sack of lard that always looked like he was on the verge of tears, couldn't meow properly, and pissed at the drop of a hat.
SWING YOUR ARMS, FROM SIDE TO SIDE!
God rest your soul, Captain Lou Albano.
A lil' vignette elaborating on my two most boring characters, Niel and Colleen. My sense of humor is just as highbrow as ever.
Speaking of comics, I've started whipping up some buffer strips for my eventual premier spring semester. Here's the first.
And the second. Old followers might recognize the joke here, it's one of my oldies, distilled into a mere four panels. Lost a bit of fun, but it's all for the greater good.
This was originally just a practice sketch of Niel, but I snuck his wife in at the last second because the page looked empty... And pregnant women happen to be quite good at taking up room. The afterthought kinda completely fucked the sense of space but it still turned out cute enough not to incinerate.
For a short while after its release I was ass-deep in Blazblue, having sold my copy of Street Fighter IV to buy a Sega Saturn and it being the only 360 game I had for a few months. I've come to hate it now, but this still makes me laugh every time I see it kicking around in the oldies folder.
But I'd better stop before I run out of things to throw at you during another one of my dry spells.
Max out!