You are better than me, Vicki. Oh so better than me.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Sorry!!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
booby trap...
britt is an asshole, she hasnt posted her comic this week...... and i am ON TIME! for the first time ever. TA DA!
phil is in canada this weekend... this is what happened when he got off the bus... FOR REALS
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
semen
Thursday, November 26, 2009
snot is funny
especially when friends let friends walk around with snot.
disclaimer: britt DID actually tell me about the snot. but the part about 10 minutes going by before that is true...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
vicki thursday
that's me! and its... well... it's friday now. but you get the idea...
this is a little story about my good buddy phil, and his love for bacon.
and here's a little shout out to phil:
i'm so so so so (x1000000) sorry.... can we still be friends? please?
also, this made sense in my head... and then i drew it...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
NEW FEATURE HOLY SHIT
Sunday, November 8, 2009
whoa now, someone's bigtime...
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
You should ask him about it.
We collaborated on this really late birthday comic for our buddy Roben Nieuwland.
Happy birthday dude. Um, like 2 months ago...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Fan Expo 2009 Summary
Fan expo was just plain nuts you guys. Nuts. We didn't sell as much as we'd hoped, but overall it was fun, we met some great folks, we also met some folks who were completely and totally socially inept.
Sadly, my skills of photo documentation have deteriorated, and there are tons of people i didn't get any photos of. SO SAD. Anyhoo, you guys know who you are, you are awesome and the next time I see you, we will take obscene photos that do not involve nakedness, but are nonetheless truly disgusting.
Friday. We have no idea what to expect yet, at least we finally got the sign all the way there, and up. I'm not even going to get into the fiasco that was the journey TO Toronto. Basically, I dropped the sign before I got on the bus, and cut my foot on the granny cart and bled everywhere, and somewhere in there is a panic attack and hanging up on Vicki.
The total nerd-jobs we were sitting next to all weekend. The masterminds behind the geeky stylings of Kirby Krackle.
Vicki made a lot more money than me, so she paid for dinner at that crepe place across the street from the chum building (much music), you know, the one with the hot guys making crepes in the windows, and the delicious servers?...I mean-crepes! crepes!
Vicki and I stuff our faces.
This girl bought Vicki's bag. I don't know why, perhaps she's a little crazy.
The table set up on our last day. I have no photos of the both of us sitting at the table, but they exist, somewhere. Here actually
This demented man ran from the flames towards the exit, and then it was over.
Actually after that we had to push the goddamn granny cart full of stuff down a bazillion elevators, escalators and flights of stairs before we managed to get it to Yorkdale mall where my father was waiting with a car. Pulling that thing around gave me a brand new appreciation for the shit the handicapped have to deal with. Finding a way to get that thing anywhere was AWFUL.
Also, I found this pdf today when I googled Uterus Parade: Some crazy german shit
Sadly, my skills of photo documentation have deteriorated, and there are tons of people i didn't get any photos of. SO SAD. Anyhoo, you guys know who you are, you are awesome and the next time I see you, we will take obscene photos that do not involve nakedness, but are nonetheless truly disgusting.
Friday. We have no idea what to expect yet, at least we finally got the sign all the way there, and up. I'm not even going to get into the fiasco that was the journey TO Toronto. Basically, I dropped the sign before I got on the bus, and cut my foot on the granny cart and bled everywhere, and somewhere in there is a panic attack and hanging up on Vicki.
The total nerd-jobs we were sitting next to all weekend. The masterminds behind the geeky stylings of Kirby Krackle.
Vicki made a lot more money than me, so she paid for dinner at that crepe place across the street from the chum building (much music), you know, the one with the hot guys making crepes in the windows, and the delicious servers?...I mean-crepes! crepes!
Vicki and I stuff our faces.
This girl bought Vicki's bag. I don't know why, perhaps she's a little crazy.
The table set up on our last day. I have no photos of the both of us sitting at the table, but they exist, somewhere. Here actually
This demented man ran from the flames towards the exit, and then it was over.
Actually after that we had to push the goddamn granny cart full of stuff down a bazillion elevators, escalators and flights of stairs before we managed to get it to Yorkdale mall where my father was waiting with a car. Pulling that thing around gave me a brand new appreciation for the shit the handicapped have to deal with. Finding a way to get that thing anywhere was AWFUL.
Also, I found this pdf today when I googled Uterus Parade: Some crazy german shit
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sign!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
WOO HOO
FIRST POST, yippee!
I haven't spruced this place up yet, but don't you worry, I will. I WILL.
Today I finished up the new cover for my failed 24 hour comic, as the old one was ugly as a pile of human poop. Once these new ones are printed, later today perhaps, and folded and assembled (perhaps by the late 23rd century) they will be on sale both at the SOS show at 165 Augusta, and at the Rage store, both in Kensington Market (Toronto). I'll also be selling them at the end of the month at Fan Expo, so be sure to drop by.
I haven't spruced this place up yet, but don't you worry, I will. I WILL.
Today I finished up the new cover for my failed 24 hour comic, as the old one was ugly as a pile of human poop. Once these new ones are printed, later today perhaps, and folded and assembled (perhaps by the late 23rd century) they will be on sale both at the SOS show at 165 Augusta, and at the Rage store, both in Kensington Market (Toronto). I'll also be selling them at the end of the month at Fan Expo, so be sure to drop by.
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