Grandpa Sex Machine is on temporary hiatus until things calm down at work. In the mean time, here’s another look at my sketchbook.
So, the SantaLand Diaries, available in stage form
“Father Christmas or the Devil- -so close, but yet so far.”
No end in sight with the end of the school year craziness. Check back next week for more sloppy rough sketches.
Remember when I mentioned the potential downtime a couple weeks back? Well, it’s happening. Just so I’ve got some sort of content updating, I’ve decided to post some stuff from my sketchbook. Lemme give you a little background:
David Sedaris
The little stuff on the right would’ve been on the proscenium, and the one on the left…well, I was picturing that as a Norman Rockwell sort of piece, maybe to hang behind the bar of the theater.
More sketches Friday.
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See what I did up there? Taking a stab at intellectual humor, and my punchline is an old dude grabbing his crotch. Très brillant, non?
Grumps is a funny comic with awesome artwork about the residents of a retirement home that I just discovered last week. I might have to force myself to stop reading it so I’m not tempted to steal ideas, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t read it every Friday. Make it part of your weekly dirty-old-man-webcomic regimen.
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Well, that clears everything up, doesn’t it?
Monster Machine is a cool comic by Daniel M. Davis you should definitely check out. Looks like it just started last month, so it won’t take long to get through the archives. Very cool art, and a weird/funny strip about this little demon thing and a robot w/ a skull. Or something. Anyhow, read it and be entertained.
Holy, Crap! It’s a new character! Gordon’s brother comes on the scene today. Check back next time for the thrilling answer to the cliffhanger question, “What did Eddie trip over?!” I know, it’s hard, but you’ll just have to wait.
Not as in related to Harry, although that’d be cool, too, but as in a guy that makes pots. Went to this street fair thing in Lebanon over the weekend. In addition to Uncle Huffy’s Bar-B-Q, the highlights included Cox Pottery and some blacksmiths. I’ve done a little bit of each, and in my small experience, there’s less sweat in the field of pottery than in smithing. Still, my wheel-throwing skills are limited at best. I’ll need a lot more practice before I can quit my day job. I just dig the look of the raku pottery.
This one feels like a bit of a cop-out…one of the things that I kind of enjoy about Gus is his never-ending struggle to get any sort of attention from the opposite sex. The thing about strippers is, as long as you’ve got a fist-full of dollars, getting attention isn’t exactly a challenge. Of course, my friend Tim once entered a strip-joint with nothing but a jumbo pack of gum, and by the time he left, he had been attended to by every exotic dancer in the place. Impressive.
Today is the last day of Yirmumah’s Sweeps Week (which starts here). I’m guessing that my audience is probably made up of my family and friends, plus some people that followed the Chrome Dome link off of yirmumah.net, so to all you family/friend types that haven’t yet seen Yirmumah, you should go check it out and look through the archives. DJ Coffman is funny and skilled.
The last few weeks of school are always a terrible pain, and I’ve got way too much to do. I don’t want to take a hiatus, but I might not have a choice. If I’m hit-and-miss over the next few weeks, I ask that you forgive me and keep checking back. Or, try subscribing to the RSS feed and you’ll be notified when I put a new post up.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Sucks to be Gordon.
Scott Kurtz, of PVP fame, is the co-creator (along with Aaron Williams and Giuseppe Ferrario) of a new-ish comic called Truth, Justin, and the Amercian Way, and it’s awesome. Issue 1 sold out completely, so if you missed it you oughta check out the online version that they put up for those that missed it. It’s about this kid that gets a suit w/ super-powers, ala The Greatest American Hero (which was awesome, too). It’s full of 80’s pop-culture references, which, for an old man like me, is a lot of fun. Ferarrio’s art kicks all kinds of ass, and it’s a great read.
Simpsons’ fans will get the quote. Of course The Simpsons is the longest running sitcom in the history of the universe–The Sin Police has been running for a lousy 3 months, and I’m already doing a flashback episode? Have I mentioned pacing problems?
In keeping with my habit of offering my dumb opinion on stuff that’s so old everyone has already had ample opportunity to form their own opinions, I played the sequel to Katamari Damacy this weekend. It’s just as weird as I heard. There’s this giant vain King of the Cosmos guy who is very impressed with his own beard. His head is shaped like some sort toilet paper dispenser, and he sends his only begotten son to Earth to roll up enormous balls of junk to make replacement stars and planets. And it’s surprisingly fun. Weird, simple, and fun.
Maybe I should write a column for Newsweek or something. “Reviews for Rock Dwellers.” Every column would go something like this:
So I found this cool thing last weekend. It’s old and most of Western Civilization already knows about it, but if you’re completely out of touch like I am, maybe you missed it. Check out Pac-Man. You won’t regret it.
I’ve got my finger on the pulse of Popular Culture. I’m awesome.
Or maybe we all moan softly for ice cream. Either way, in the spirit of some of the best advertising of all time, we bring you Grandpa Sex Machine #11. Sure, she ain’t no Tyra, but I think we can overlook that in light of her enthusiasm.
I’ve got plans to update to the latest version of WordPress soon, along with the new ComicPress theme, so if things go horribly wrong on the site, it’s because I screwed up somewhere. Please bear with me through this difficult transitional period, and with any luck, everything will keep working.
Gordon pulls over to freak out, and last week’s Grandpa Sex Machine has been finished up a bit more, so check it out.
I’m not good with cars. I spent lots of time as a kid in the garage with Dad, learning how to change brakes, oil, radiators, water pumps, alternators, exhaust systems, etc., etc., etc. Some of the most miserable moments of my life were spent in that garage, working on stuff that should have been an afternoon of work but ended up taking all weekend because one thing or another went wrong.
Anyhow, now that experience should come in handy because my brakes have crapped out and pulling the money out of my butt to have someone else fix it is going to be quite a challenge. Problem is, I haven’t done this crap in like, 15 years or so. I could probably use my dad’s tools, but he doesn’t move quite as well as he used to, so I’d be mostly on my own. I’m bad at taking care of cars, that’s all there is to it.
Someone just invent a safe, reliable teleporter already, so I can quit with all this car maintenance crap.
