EXTERMINATE! Here’s my sexy pal FallingWindows. I hope she doesn’t hate me now.

I am not always cartooning. Yes, there are a few sad times in my life when I am forced to do other things. These are they:

I’m just kidding, dudes. I love doing this stuff too.

This is the second time I had the pleasure of drawing my good friend Metal Martha Stewart, AKA Annie Knuckles.

This is my man, Lee. He is quite the sporty fellow, indeed.

My buddy Kale is a dirty, dirty old man.

Take a look at my good friend and queen of zines, Delaine Derry Green.

You better make yourself acquainted with Her & Kings County, because they are taking over the world!

I assure you, the man on the phone isn’t talking about his feelings.

Oh, Uncle Walt, where did we go wrong? There was a time where men (Yes, ladies, MEN) put on a pressed shirt, slacks and hat to sit down to animate all day.  Those days have sadly passed, and now we have John Lassiter be-boping around in a Hawaiian shirt like he’s at a bloomin’ Luau.  At least Hawaiian shirts have collars, many animators wear superhero t-shirts to work.  T-Shirts. I am glad Walt didn’t live to see that.

As a self-proclaimed nostalgic, I find old pictures of animators in the halcyon days of Hollywood endlessly fascinating.  These manly men doing manly art  all come from my out-of-print masterpiece (thank YOU Goodwill) The Art Of Animation. Sure, the book is more or less just a promotional piece patting their own backs for the just-released Sleeping Beauty, but it gives a rare insight into the Disney studio as it stood in 1958. I hope you enjoy the pics, because  it’s a pain to scan old books.

See the guy who’s singing? That’s Pinto Colvig, Goofy’s voice!

Frank & Ollie seem to be working on an already finished cel.

The legendary ‘Nine Old Men‘ in the sweatbox from left: Ward Kimball, Frank Thomas, John Lounsbery; 2nd row Eric Larson, Marc Davis, Milt Kahl, Woolie Reitherman,

top row; Ollie Johnston and Les Clark.

Cartoonist used to smoke  while drawing. This guy couldn’t be bothered to hide his cigarette for a promotional pic.

A tastefully covered model.

Ward Kimball is my favorite. I cried when he passed.

Sorry, sweetheart. Animation is a man’s job. You can ink and color, though.

The future of animation? It doesn’t look good, Walt. Doesn’t look good.

Every time I bother to leave my squalid home to face the pockmarked landscape of abandoned mini malls that I call my neighborhood, people stop me on the streets to talk about how much they love my duck posts. “Never enough duck posts!” That’s what I always hear.  Good thing my enthusiasm  for cartoon ducks without pants knows no bounds.

Here’s a trippy little drugged-out tale by my favorite cartoonist ever, Carl Barks.  Huey, Dewey & Louie trick “Unca Donald” into thinking that he’d slept to the far-off futuristic year, 1990.  Yeah, it’s your typical Rip Van Winkle scenario, but the ether (used to “doctor his cheap gasoline”) freak-out really makes this never reprinted oddity a great read  around the ol’  lava lamp.

For whatever cosmic chance and reason, the first comic I ever bought with my own money was a random Donald Duck comic. It might have been due to the fact that  I was repelled by how different superheroes looked in comic books compared to their ‘Superfriends’ counterparts. Of course, I eventually got into superhero comics as an angry adolescent with sizable revenge fantasies, but that was years later. None of that stuff really stuck with me or had any discernible influence, but  Disney sure as heck did. Enough about me, though. Enjoy some of this weird and wacky Donald Duck n’ friends images from the artist’s personal collection.