Fur Collar or Sharp Dressed Mane

from the handbook Tips in Coiffure for Today's Lupine Dandy--"for the discerning werewolf, the key to looking dapper in a suit is trimming that unsightly neck fur."

*a problem sarah's wolf has bested with great aplomb.
**this was just gonna be a sketch. but i had ta' finish it out. seems i likes drawing me some monsters.

experiments in canine propulsion

Jet, leader of the space pirate gang

Known as the Fuzzy Warbles. One of the most obnoxious bad asses in the Quadrent called "Super X". His Space Jump Jet Pack is supposedly powered by the corpse of a Charginian Alien. And if you know a thing or two about Charginian Aliens, they pack a lot of power in there 2 ft bodies.

But yeah, der ya go. I might color him later on.

New Topic: Jet

The new topic for the week is "Jet." Interpret that how you will.

Booze Hound

Another of my drawing-standing-up pieces done during a slow point at a con. I may go back to this concept at some point and turn it into a more polished cartoon.

anybody wanna watch? maybe aahnice bracelet for the lady....perhaps for you my friend, just for you a wii?

werelvis

so a not so violent werewolf and doggirl. dressed like elvis.......yeah......

Lone Wolf

He doesn't need to wear a suit because by day he's a gearhead with grease under his claws and a need for speed, but watch out when night falls and there's a full moon........

son, you can't go wrong

Total shout-out to Stovepipe for the blatant inspiration. And, let's face it, dogs/animals in suits are awesome. And this guy, well, he just wants to make an honest living, and it's a dog eat dog world out there. I think, if he shaved a little, the ladies might like him, too.

Reginald P. Wolfman in the produce section

Vitamin C is good for the coat.

Verevolff

Despite the sloppy clobber-claws, he looks mighty fierce. Expect more entries to this subject.

ohgodIlovewerewolves.

Werewolf ala Graphic style yo

So yeah... here ya go... Werewolf about to um... eat a kiddo...

Alien Head!

When I was little my Dad would let me stay up and watch Star Trek, which was cool. But at the end of every show when they ran the credits and showed the little stills in the background, the last one was this alien head that would always scare the begeezes out of me. In fact I would make it a point to run out of the room before it came on.

Come on in. The water's fine...

So, when I was in 4th grade, we lived in Corpus Christi. We had a swimming pool. We had this new channel called HBO. They aired JAWS. You get the picture.

Nazbitt

Hey everyone. Been so uber busy with moving and junk - I live in Kentucky now. Crap, what?
Anyway, story time. Let me tell you about good ol' Nazbitt.
When I lived in Wisconsin (a very weird time in my life to begin with - very strange place) there was this old man with a funny widow's peak that lived in our neighborhood that my friend and I were always cautious of. You know, funny thing is, I don't remember this friend of mine very well.. her name, her face.. but I certainly remember Nazbitt. Nazbitt would always be outside around his Townhome, and would watch my friend and I with that expression: his lips always parted, sunken eyes beady.. and his forehead was huge. But the strangest thing was his ears! I swear, they were like little gremlin ears, all pointed and everything. Even if we were both scared shitless of him, because he always tried to talk to us, say things like 'how you girls doin? havin fun today?'-- we kept returning to where he lived to have a look at his ears. My friend told her mom about him and she, like a paranoid parent, went on this rant about sexual predators and how we should be careful and should never go around his home anymore, or he'll rape us and do horrible things to us. I was so terrified: especially as a young girl, since 'sexual predators' were something that was shoved into our brains since a young age. At least for me. After that I had terrible dreams about Nazbitt for years. He was worse than the idea of a 'boogeyman' to me - and hell, I still have small fears about a creature living in my closet, but damn, Nazbitt was the icing on the cake as a child.

If only I could have a normal childhood fear, like, oh, I don't know.. mutant cabbage, or something.

But who knows. He could very well be just a harmless old man with elf-esque ears. Or that perv from Family Guy.

..wow, long winded. Sorry!

Revenge of the slimy thingies

I watched a ton of horror movies. The ones that freaked me out the most were the killer slugs or worms. I wasn't scared of them, just scared that they would get smart and try to come out my faucet and bite me and turn me into something. Or just bite me, or who the hell knows.

Do people turn into reptilian aliens when I'm not looking?

This may be more like childhood psychosis, but, whatever...

This week's theme: Childhood Fears

I will be posting mine tonight or tomorrow.
Now scare me!

Bursty the Appendix & the Uninsured Squad!

It's Bursty the Appendix and the Uninsured Squad! Meet Bursty and his teammates: Mr. Contusion, Sprain Jane, and Freddy Frostbite! Each show would focus on a different medical condition that goes untreated. How could the networks say no to something so disgustingly educational??

Dirty Sanchez

Here is a character that was originally for Gi Joe. He was a bare knuckled fighter that was an enemy of Zartan and his crew. Sanchez was the best fighter in all the swamp, and Zartan knew it and wanted him to be a part of his crew. But Sanchez made a promise to his dying grandmother. A promise that would not let become a part of a bunch of idiotic sounding Cobra pussies. He got the name Dirty because he once hide in the swamp for 2 weeks when he was trying to uncover some evil Cobra Plot.

cross between dallas and bonanza in africa.

New Topic

This week's topic is "Rejected Ideas for Saturday Morning Cartoons," or Rejected Cartoons for short. Have fun!

The Weapons Master

I'm not cool enough to have been to any major cons, just the local comics/toys/bootlegs type. I have noticed some trends. Some disturbing trends.

Vader's Finest...

Ahhh, the convention Stormtrooper. A fine specimin of manhood. My apologies to any physically fit troopers out there.

Convention "fun"

This was a quick scribble I did at a recent show.

I just want to state for the record that I actually don't mind kids and am happy to have them at my table. Most of the kids I encounter are reasonably well-behaved. However, there's always one at every con who is a little out of control and drives off customers. Usually the parents show up shortly and corral the kid. This drawing was inspired by a boy whose parents (fellow dealers, no less) decided they could get some free babysitting out of me.