Monster Monday

Okay, so this is clearly a day late, but let us pretend for a moment that it is Monday shall we? Good.

I love monsters. I also love alliteration. And so, for however long I can stand to do this... I have declared Mondays to be "Monster Mondays". I'll draw a magnificent medley of moronic monsters to make your Mondays feel less mundane.
Perhaps more themes for the days of the week will pop up, I've already got a good'n for Sundays, but you'll just have to wait until then to see what I've got planned for you.

Anyway, dis here is the first monster.

Oh the Faces I know

Felisia makes this face, usually when I say something stupid, which means that she generally makes this face a few times whenever we hang out. Another person who's talent for making fantastic facial expressions is mighty impressive, and usually leaves me laughing like a fool. When we're not trying to make armpit fart noises, or making fart jokes, we like to toss around a few uncomfortable expressions. Yep, you'd be right in saying that we are pretty much 12 year old boys.

I'd also like to leave this here for some roommate love. It was their shining punims that originally inspired the whole, "doodle friends faces all silly-like".

On Making Faces

Some people have a talent for making great facial expressions. Bryan would be one of them. This is not his default expression, though it probably should be, because it's a good'n.

Rocketeer!

I recently watched the "Rocketeer", and let me tell you, I loved it. It had a few of my favorite things in it. Jetpacks, Nazi fighting, old fashioned insults (see chowder-head) and sweet pantaloons. Also Airships. Love me a good zeppelin.
Anyway, to switch things up, I drew said rocketeer, well kind of. I mostly just wanted to draw his awesome jacket.
Tomorrow, the caricatures of cool chums will continue.

Look at that Punim!

Clayton LOVED that mountain, don't let that scowl fool you.
Sorry for the less than awesome quality, ye olde phone camera seems to be having a hard time focusing. Will probably upload a real version later.

Larry

Larry is an encyclopedia of music. He knows it. Well. Every time I hang out with this guy, I learn about a new sweet band, and silently kick myself for not knowing it. In short, I bow to his vast collection of sweet tunes.

More Friends

Sticking with the theme of drawing those poor souls who were stuck with me for a weekend, here's Silvio. He ran up that mountain and conquered it so hard. Any mountain goat would have been proud.

In Which I Make Excuses

Gather 'round dear readers, and I'll tell you tale of most thrilling.
Not really, I don't have any excuse for not posting doodles except for the fact that 1.) Although drawing every day is actually easier than you would think, taking the time to capture said doodle somewhat decently and the proceed to post it on the intertubes is a feat that I am just not always able to tackle. 2.) If you will take a gander at exhibit A, you will see the reason that I don't always remember/ want to post things. I make a TON of these freaking things. Leaves little time for interwebbin'.

Anyway, here is more lumberjack guy. I'm itching to render him in Maya, but still lack the know how.

GAH!

This is Wolverine. He's little. And angry. And Hairy. Yep

Narwhal'd!

Here is a narwhal. He's pretty excited

Der Derp Knight Rides Again!

I wicked want to animate this. It's going to happen, I promise, and links will be posted. Probably.

Hair-larious

You know it's going to be a good day, when you wake up, look in the mirror and laugh at your reflection. My hair does silly things sometimes. Okay, ALL the time. But it brings its A game in the morning.

In other news, not surprisingly I haven't posted for a few days. If anything, I'm reliable in the sense that I consistently don't post consistently.

Prospecting Prospective Prospects

This here is a minor doodle of a miner. Yep.

Cartwheelin'

Character development for Hank's companion for an animated short I'll get around to doing, when I stop slacking off. Oy.

Adventure!

Over the weekend, I went on an adventure with some cool cats. We traversed some rough trails, scaled a mountain, climbed through some caves and ate delicious sandwiches. All in all, we were being super rugged and junk.
So I drew a lumberjack, because they're super rugged and junk too. Also, beards.

I'm taking a class on Maya software, and I plan on trying to render this sum' bitch in dat der progr'm. Perhaps I'll post a before and after image?

I'm Helping!

It's safe to post this now I suppose. This was a doodle done for a gift for a dear friend as a house-warming gift.
We have this joke that revolves around Batman or Wolverine being in weird situations screaming "I'm Helping!" when in fact, things are probably exploding or on fire all around them. It's funnier when you're there, I promise.

Anyway, this is Batman, and this is Wolverine. And this is how they help people make cookies!

Critters

Here are some critters. Sorry about the less than flash-tastic quality, my phone can only do so much.

Draw ALL the Friends!

So, I've decided that since I enjoy drawing people, and faces, I wanted to draw the faces of people that I enjoy. IE, my pals.
First up, one of the crazy kids that I went on adventures with in NH. Maggie. She's a pretty sharp lady, and a force to be reckoned with in TF2.

Hoss

Here are some horses. Phew, this posting once a day thing is getting tricky again.

Moving Pictures

My dearest friend Jeffrey and I have a tradition. Well, it's two years running now, but it's tradition none the less.
Every October, we watch a disgusting amount of horror movies. One a day, every day. All October.
Last year when we first created this new tradition of ours, we approached it with the optimism and enthusiasm that belongs to the protagonist who rallies the survivors together against a zombie hoard. (They probably die shortly thereafter). Little did we know, we would be that character who dies gruesomely halfway through the movie. Probably that dumb chick who trips over her own feet while running away from the killer.
We were strong for a solid 3 weeks, but then lost our steam, and life slashed into our movie watching time.

This year, we are much like Sidney in the later Screams. We are prepared to deal with whatever comes our way. Actually, we have a plan. We have lists, sub-lists, and synchronized watches. And we are armed with the grim realization that watching a horror movie a day is actually really hard work. Especially when not all horror movies are created equally.
We also realize, that there are far too many movies out there to watch, and that it is only appropriate to start our Halloween Horror Hootenanny hastily. So we decided that September is just as terrifying as October.

You may see some inspiration from these movies splash into this blog, not unlike arterial blood onto the hero after the monster/killer/ghost/whatever attacks someone in their group. It won't be as messy though. Probably. Anyway, above are what I think of when I think of movies. Mostly food. Shocking.

No Sweat

As someone who hails from the North, I prefer cooler weather. I'm pretty sure this is no secret. So, when it's September, and it's 86 degrees and really humid, and I'm lugging my newly acquired bounty from Maine up a giant hill, I don't fare too well. Generally, what you'll see from me is something like the doodle pictured above.

When you pair these atmospheric conditions with consuming chili that requires the use of a haz-mat suit to prepare it, it's not pretty. However, I dominated bowl after bowl of delicious chili, and acquired a new skill. Fire breath. Every burp has been a painful reminder of the molten beef and bean mix that I consumed. Do I have any regrets? Only one. That I didn't eat more.

I would be lying dear viewers, if I said that I drew this today. I actually doodled this lil' something back when Boston was experiencing a heatwave of most sweaty proportions. So sometime in August(?). However, as you're well aware, I'm awful at blogging, and lazy. So this is what you get. Enjoy it. Or don't. Don't sweat about it. I've already done plenty of that.

In other blog news... send me doodle requests. It's not that I've run out of ideas,but I want to know what YOU want to see. Do it. I dare ya.

A Viking

You would think that while I was in Maine, I would have posted a doodle that was relevant. This is doodle is in fact absolutely related to my trip for two reasons. Some sources say vikings may have popped into Vacation Land briefly a long time ago.

Also, much like the vikings of old, I went a viking while in Maine. Specifically to my parent's vegetable garden and my bookshelves. I raided the shit out of them. Bounty was acquired, and as I journey back to Boston on the motorized equivalent to a longboat (bus), I feel like it has been a successful adventure.

Word to my Hobos

I have fond memories of Central Sq. for many reasons. Most of them revolve around working at a down and out art store there, and the many unique and colorful characters that would shop(lift) there. Many of these individuals would have puke stained shirts, smell like pee, and bark at customers. In my own weird way, I really liked them.

Der Derp Knight

It is no secret that I really like Batman. Well, maybe it was, but it is not anymore.
There are several Batman related things being released in the near-ish future I am SUPER pumped about. One, is the Dark Knight Rises movie coming out. I'm a sucker for Nolan Batman movies. Though the Tim Burton flicks have a very special place in my heart. Despite how terrible the Batman and Robin movie was, (I hated Poison Ivy so much) Arnold as Mr. Freeze, spouting awful one liners made it worth while to watch.
Second, is the Batman, Arkham City. The more I read about it, the more I cannot wait to get my greedy little mitts on it.

Anyway, I wanted to draw the Dark Knight one day, and this is what I got. I appreciate taking a character that is well known for being stoic, serious, broody, and generally not wacky, and designing them to be decidedly less so.

Bros Are in my Attic

If you aren't familiar with the term "bro", allow me to enlighten you. They are a class of dude, who have bad tattoos, listen to awful music, talk about game stats, drink enough beers to down a baby elephant, and have the social graces of a rhino. Also, every other word out of their mouths typically is "Bro" or "Dude".
My particular brood of bros love to wrestle at 2 am, throw bottles from their windows, and listen to bass heavy music. In short, they are a bunch of jack asses. And I don't toss that word around lightly. Usually I have an understanding with the bros. I take the same approach with them as I do with bees. I won't bother them, and they won't bother me.
Today's doodle is one that illustrates bros, at what they do best. Being Bros.