Friendly Neighborhood Arachnid

Our web-slinging superhero is out on a routine roof-top patrol of the city all the while looking svelte in his body hugging unitard of awesomeness. Criminals beware! Your lawlessness will soon find you in the sticky clutches of justice. Good Night.

There's Nothing to Fea....What was that?

Our little friend can hear the slow and labored breathing of either a chain-smoking asthmatic attempting to kick the habit or a demonically possessed shadow puppet. He feels an icy chill running up his spine and does what any self respecting individual would do....disregard that
Fight or Flight" instinct and remain completely still. Time to let that wave of fear and shame wash over him. Enjoy!

3 Wise Monkeys

Who'd of thought you would be getting a wild, haymaker of TRUTH smacked upside yo' head from some poo-flinging primates. I'd listen if I were you, I should know, I watched Planet of the Apes.

Not that Colonel

No, it's not that white-suited, greasy-fingered, deep-fried poultry peddling southern plantation owner, it's that lovable murder suspect all dressed in dingy yellow.  No one rocks the mustard colored suit like the colonel. I kind of got carried away with some of the permutations. One colonel looks like the distant relative that no one talks about...I'll let you be the judge on which one that is. Finger licking good monocle there, Fatso! I'm outskis.

NinjaWolfy

Another late night/early morning blog post. Here's a quick sketch that I threw some color on. Now for some much needed shut-eye. He looks more like he's wielding some Wiley Coyote Acme dinner forks rather than some ninja Sais, but whatevs. I've nearly slammed my face into both my monitor and the desktop from dozing off so I can't be too disappointed with the result. At least there's no drool on my Cintiq. Lates.

Derby Debbie!

 

Here's the next in my line of Roller Derby Damsels. "Debbie Does Malice" is always in the running for the title of "Queen of Mean." She's a stunning beauty, but a ticking time bomb of feral fury. Always quick to mix it up, it's debatable whether she spends more time on the actual oval or in the penalty box affectionately called the "Sin Bin." Right now she only has eyes for you, but the eyes of a wild animal ready to make acquaintance with your jugular. Maybe it was the cat call followed by the"Good Game" tushy tap you gave her while she skated by, but she's got death-stare lock-on and you have a giant target on your back. You best make like something that moves fast, and high tail it out of here, unless you want to be derby road kill. This is just a preliminary sketch, but I plan on having her all painted up soon. Righteous!

Eatin' Machine!

This is a variation of a design I did for my nephew's 1st birthday. The kid can put it down like no one's business, and he's got "cheeks for weeks" to pack it away for later. The elasticity of his jowls rivals that of even the animal kingdom's stretchiest mouth cavity, the chipmunk, and I intend to keep them that way. I'm planning on always having my little pint-sized Ringer around to serve as my backup if ever an impromptu game of  "Chubby Monkey" is initiated. Cheers!