September 29, 2017

    cthulhu doodle 2017

    DAILY DOODLE – 09.29.2017, dreamer wakes

    By / September 29, 2017

    “That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die. “ Cthulhu. I knew about Him specifically, vaguely, as a kid.  Lovecraft as a whole did not come till much later.  I am really fascinated by the Eldritch Horror stuff.  I always love the line, “I it was a… Read more

    buffalo chicken doodle 2017

    DAILY DOODLE – 09.28.2017, buffalo chicken

    By / September 28, 2017

    Mmmm…chicken wings… Extra spicy. The city of Buffalo would like you to think that the famous bar dish was invented there.  People.  Why do you think they are called, “buffalo chicken wings“?  For godsakes, people; vocabulary and syntax is very important.  Always!  Language is wonderful! Native to the Midwestern United Status, and migrating as far… Read more

    Social Reintegration Committee doodle 2017

    DAILY DOODLE – 09.27.2017, iron democracy, SRC

    By / September 27, 2017

    “It is a great day in the Iron Democracy, Citizen.” “Good morning, Section 23 of City 13.  Peace and harmony unto you.  A Citizen concerned for your safety has brought it to the Local Democracy’s attention that deviance from the Tenants may be occurring within your vicinity.  Remember; the Tenants have been administered for your… Read more

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    DAILY DOODLE – 09.26.2017, hardboiled cat, the finale

    By / September 26, 2017

    Her blood swerved its way through the cracks of the road, like a river finding its way through the canyon. Two-Tone the Tortoise headed towards his car with a grim look on his face.  The dame was his daughter.  I was still wrapping my brain around the awkwardness of it all as the police lifted… Read more

    spacelord pajamas, space armor 2017 digital illustration

    DIGITAL ILLUSTRATION – 9.16.2017, spacelord pajamas, space-armored

    By / September 25, 2017

    He leaps from the sky! And grins before punching you in the face!  Saving the galaxy, one punch at a time! Find some more backstory on the concept of the Spacelord Pajamas here.  It is late, and I am very tired. Motion blur and lens flare.  So many lens flares! Lens flares are cool!

    hardboiled nightscape doodle 2017

    DAILY DOODLE – 09.22.2017, hardboiled cat, the reservoir

    By / September 22, 2017

    The gun shot still echoed on the air. The birds cawed in the sky, complaining at me that I had disturbed their quiet.  The brute lay gasping his last breath at the water’s edge.  Some of his blood was seeping out into the reservoir.  I had a quick cringe thinking at some point that was… Read more

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    DAILY DOODLE – 09.21.2017, hardboiled cat, the brute

    By / September 21, 2017

    “Two-Tone says stay away from the girl, else it won’t be your nose that just gets broken!” The swelling had already started.  The butt of the gun had caught me square between the eyes, and they were flowin’ like the melting glaciers off old Mount Hood.  I could barely make’em out any more as he… Read more

    the dame cat doodle 2017

    DAILY DOODLE – 09.20.2017, hardboiled cat, the dame

    By / September 20, 2017

    She had spotted me in the crowd… At least, I thought she had.  The fact that she was now standing in my doorway assured my suspicions.  She had all the class of one of them upper west-side broads, but her style was nothing better than them two-bit dames you find in the seedy clubs no… Read more

    hardboiled cat bouncer 2017

    DAILY DOODLE – 09.19.2017, hardboiled cat, the bouncer

    By / September 19, 2017

    So…uh, do you like…work out? Tony “Two-Tone” Tortugas’ bar was called the “Pajamas”.  It was a ritzy place where those who liked to pretend to be rich hung out with their plated jewelry and fashions long out of style, but still chic in the seedy circles.  Tony’s dogs guarded the door, letting only those with… Read more

    hardboiled cat doodle 2017

    DAILY DOODLE – 09.18.2017, hardboiled cat

    By / September 18, 2017

    The stench of injustice hung in the air like a used litter box. This case was going no where with more twists than a pretzel.  The old lady who hired me was dead on the floor of that wretched apartment of hers and the cops were calling it a suicide. I knew better. The blown… Read more

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