
Category Archives: Pen/Ink
The Bob Chronicles: Spores

Here we find Bob beating a hasty retreat from those minions of darkness known as mold spores.
The Bob Chronicles: Vacation

For one reason or another, I’ve ended up creating various Stickman Bob illustrations for APU lately. So I thought, Hey, what better way to be lazy, yet keep Josiah from getting too annoyed with me, than to put a few of them up? Being the empathetic individual that I am, the truth of this thought was not lost to me.
So here’s Bob on vacation.
Weasely

I don’t know about you, but when I think of weasels I immediately imagine their affinity for Chinese cuisine and utensils. In fact, I’m sure all that stuff about ripping the innards out of cute little animals was simply a degenerate bit of mud-slinging designed to keep them from being elected president.
The Dirt Farmer

This was just a reallly quick doodle that actually ended up looking somewhat decent (for a doodle). Why he’d be farming dirt, however, I have no idea.
Though if Tatooine can have moisture farmers, maybe he works on Kamino.
The Joys of Airlifting

Well, how else are we going to extract all those pygmy mammoths from Siberia?
Song of the Lonely Kraken

I know this incessant posting about krakens is annoying Rachel like crazy, but I just had to point out this song I found a few days ago by Jonathan Coulton. And yes, it really is about what you think I’m making you think it’s about. Seriously. So go listen.
Not a Kraken

This is just a fairly quick brain illustration I did a little while back. When I started, the plan wasn’t to make it quite that stylized, but I like how it turned out — with all those fun squiggly lines and such. I should probably try to do that on purpose more often…
The Dead Sea Gently Exfoliates While it Moisturizes
While reading Kathy’s intriguing tale of the mysterious French-Italian and his magical Dead Sea sand, I felt the need to illustrate the strange goings-on so that countless generations yet unborn may relate to the story at a deeper level, taking away as much of its buried truth as their own stamina allows.
