AiNE

cretaceous bob

Citizen Derek

Jeremy (is a good sport)

Kiss Miss Kate

McNally

I sure hope these are so full of inside jokes that no one outside the loops gets anything out of them. Oh well, try and enjoy anyway.

What’s the good word, imaginary readers?

I broke out the ol’ vector tools and went to town on this li’l fella for a friend’s new business. I think he sells neck ties or something. I dunno, I didn’t ask.

Is it just me, or does it take everyone twice as long to ink in illustrator?

Here’s Sparrow. Her husband is a gunner in the army, hence the gun. I wish I could draw guns.

You know, I just thought of yet another reason why being a cartoonist is harder than being a rapper. As a cartoonist, you have to  be your own hype man!

So, Redskin Rashy is now in the can, err, whatever you’d call it. Done I guess.

I’ll be curious of what you think of this book( YOU reading this NOW, not that other guy. I don’t care what he thinks. He likes Family Guy. )

It’s certainly the most cartoony of my previous Rashy Rabbit adventures. I mean, after all- it is a COMIC BOOK. A comic book about rabbits that talk, nonetheless. Let’s throw realism out the window on that one.

I guess you mighta noticed the change of model for Rashy and his chums. It’s bound to happen again too.Cartooning should be organic and change looks with what you wanna do with them. Could you imagine where we’d be if the fine artist at Disney didn’t redesign the gangly first model sheet of Donald Duck? An apocalyptic wasteland, that’s where we’d be!

To commemorate this new direction, I will no longer number the issues and just title them not unlike the cartoon shorts of yesteryear. This way I could put Rashy in medieval times or a  boring desk job. Say, that gives me an idea! Rashy in a cubical! Laff riot USA!

Anyway, sit tight true believers, the mini’s will be printed folded and in your grubby meathooks before you can say “sellout.”

Okay, so I’ll admit it.
Last time Jim called me, I let the phone just ring and ring and never got around to returning his call.

I heard the tragic news of Jim’s passing last week,but I don’t think it really sunk in until now. I’ll never drink another warm beer with my man in the morning before Heroes Con. Hell, what’s the point of even going now that I won’t see you wondering around barefoot?

To tell you the truth, I never really seen much of Jim’s artwork. Jim wasn’t all that interested in his own work. He’d much rather talk to you about what you’re doing. Jim was a big supporter and a fan. In a competitive industry built on the bodies of those who got screwed, stabbed in the back and buried in a knobby pine box, Jim was a breath of fresh air. Well, maybe not. He chain smoked like a fiend.

I guess Jim had more demons then I ever knew about.

I sure wish I answered the phone, brother.

Here y’go. For lack of anything better to do, I slapped this up this BRAND NEW avatard.

You should get one too.