Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Moper's Monthly

I tried to find a magazine to buy in Border's when we were down in San Diego, but I appear not to share any interests with anyone. So I've created my own.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

not-so-kinky Lion Tamer

Monday, February 25, 2008

Lady MacDoone

And on a moonless night the locals said you could still hear her galloping across the moors, looking for the bastards that stole her Land Rover.

(as you might have guessed from the slapdash posts I don't have much time right now)


ironically transgressive burlesque performer by night, placid dental assistant by day.


Oh boy. The local Homies are shooting each other again.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Stella and Steve

Stella would never admit it to Steve, but she was thoroughly sick of living in the Fifties. All she really wanted to do was listen to Kanye and drive a car that got good MPG.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

The Kinky Lion Tamer

For Matt (and George). This is gonna have to remain unexplained for everyone else.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


Los Enanitos Toreros

Back to Los Angeles

Grandpa Roy

Grandpa Roy has the most incredible profile ever. It's a combination of natural good looks, being the sole survivor of a sea plane that didn't land in the sea, and a few bouts with cancer. Don't interrupt him when he 's watching the military channel though.

A Good Spot

Roy told me he bought Virginia's plot "sight unseen" twenty years ago. He had never been up there till last week, and he said he just about fell over backwards when he saw it. It's pretty much the primo place in the cemetery, right up at the top, and shaded by Monterey Cypress.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Wednesday, February 13, 2008


Sophia's lavish cocktail parties would have been legendary if they hadn't taken place exclusively in her own head.


Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Tiki Robot Girl Monster

In my pursuit of the ultimate animation blog post I thought I'd combine RobotGirlMonster with Tiki. This will be available as a vinyl adult toy in a limited edition of 120000 exclusively from my web store at the bargain price of 350 dollars. Any day now.


It was such a beautiful day on Saturday I decided to go for a bike ride. Then I decided to go a bit further. And then just a little bit further. I should probably have taken something to eat because this happened on the way home.

Monday, February 11, 2008

H is for Hair

The Happening

It was very Factory circa'65 at my house this weekend.

Friday, February 8, 2008

I was there when it all went down.

Here's Pat O Brien from Access Hollywood. I saw him in the supermarket last night. I guess he went into re-hab later that day.

Last Gasps of my Hunt 102 Pen nib

Thursday, February 7, 2008


And that was the day that Pepe "el Loco" Lopez, the most famous midget rodeo clown in all of Jalisco, met his tragic yet predictable end.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

More spilt ink

If one of these nice young men didn't ask Madame D'aigneau for a dance soon, then she was going to have to bloody well ask them herself.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Inkspot doodles

I don't have any time right now, but I don't want to fall behind again, so I figured I'd just splat some ink on a page and try and do a drawing based on the blot. I guess the first one is a french revolutionary lawyer summing up his arguments as he sends the bishop to the guillotine, and the second is a couple of ladies having a nice chat in the sauna. It would probably have been quicker to just draw Armenians.


I auto-doodled this whilst watching the Fox Superbowl pre-game recreation/advertisement for the Declaration of Independence. It was bizarre.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Oedipus Schmoedipus

I thought I'd share my dream from last night.

So I was fighting a duel with my dad in this old house. We were using fencing foils, but real ones. No corks on the end. He'd got some good hits in and I was bleeding pretty badly, but he let his guard down on an attack and I ran him through. He dropped to the floor stone dead. We were meant to meet the rest of my family at some unspecified place, and the phone now rang - where were we? I blustered some excuse. I'd put my dad on a bed and covered him with a sheet and now checked on him. He was stiff as a board and blue. The phone rang again and this time I admitted I'd killed him. My mum suggested I take him to the hospital. I picked up his rigid, but suprisingly small and light corpse, and started to walk out the room, when I thought I noticed some movement..."Dad! Dad...are you alive? His eyes blinked! I rushed to the hospital and slowly he started to revive from his very dead state...but as he did something strange was happening. He was getting younger. Finally he stood before me, completely well again, but as a 12 year old boy.

What d'ya make of that one Dad?