Ironic Commando, Part 6 and 7

Suck it up, boy. Suck it up with a straw.





Thus concludes the the Ironic Commando comic. Is it ironic in any way that it was a game that John and I were playing the whole time? Maybe it's ironic that there's a comic in the first place, cuz I'm pretty sure I said to John, "Yeah right, you'll never write a spoof of Bionic Commando, and I'll never draw a comic for that spoof, on account of me just saying that you'll never write it."

*UPDATE* It has come John's and my attention that, in the top panel of page 6, Nathan looks like he's reacting to a camera falling on him rather than screaming in aguish about the horrible, horrible irony. A revision will be made probably some time next week.

I no Heart Horses

Sydney's the name of a friend's AC town. I'm not referring to Australia. I'm pretty sure there are horses there.



I aint sayin' I hate horses, I'm just sayin' I don't really give them much regard. I asked my parents some time ago why they gave me a name that supposed to mean I love horses in Greek, and why they gave me a first name that's commonly used as a last name to go along with a last name that's commonly used as a first. They replied, "To make you mad. Is it working?"

Yes. Yes it is.

~Craig Phillips

I Watch the Watchmen

But who watches me watching the Watchmen?



This is my first "painting" with the Brushes app for the iPhone. I just recently finished reading Watchmen, and it was still fresh in my mind, so, here ya go. You can paint on top of photos with the app, so in theory, I could snap a shot of the sketches I usually do during work and then paint them right then and there. In theory. In theory, communism works. In theory.

Back to Watchmen, I found this on the floor at the bowling alley I work at and snapped a picture with said iPhone.


Be afraid, people. I'm especially concerned since my brother works at Wal-Mart. Not concerned for him. I'm worried about the potential killer. John'll break his foot off in his a$s.

Ironic Commando, Part 5

Oh boy. Oooooh boy. Here it comes.



Okay, I know this monotone thing seems ancient now cuz of last week's comic, but I firgured I should just keep with continuity, seein' as the comic's almost done. I believe I can finish it in one more outing, cuz there's only three more panels left, but it'll take two more pages cuz John want's them to be f***in' huge. And rightly so.

Let's Kill It

I'm kidding! I don't wanna kill it! Cuz it's already dead.



This was my second sculpture project, wherein we had to use metal to some capacity and do some welding with said metal. So I got an ancient Mac that my dad was holding on to and brought it to life with googly eyes and welded wobbly legs and paws. It was a rather friendly sin against nature, acting more like an excited puppy rather than a ferocious abomination. But after it gave my teacher a playful bite during critique, we eagerly put it out of it's assumed misery in the nearby garbage dump. Good thing I got pictures when I did.

Since the pics were taken right after critique, you can see some other students stuff lying around. My bad.

Animal Crossing: Pastel Begins

Now in Technicolor!



I've been wanting to do Animal Crossing comics for a long time, since the end of my first year out of my two plus years playing Animal Crossing: Wild World for the DS. But when I heard that a new one was coming out for the Wii, I figured I could wait until I got that so I'd be coming up with ideas just as I was moving into the new town. The characters are memorable to those who play the games, but their personalities aren't too specific, so I can add my own... uh... flair, for the lack of a better word. Plus, there's no strict story or plot I have to follow. And thus starts my Animal Crossing: Pastel comic, Pastel being the name of my town, and loosely referencing the color I now use. I figured as colorful as the game is, now'd be a good enough time as any to finally use color in my Photoshop sessions.

Ooh! I guess I better say this now just in case Nintendo gots some beef with me, and I can say I had it in writing here. Animal Crossing and all related characters and anything else Animal Crossing-esque are all owned and/or copyrighted and/or trademarkded by Nintendo. My comics are purely fan art. I do not claim to ownership to any of this Animal Crossing stuff. So there.

Their Hands Were EVERYWHERE

Insert joke here.



This is my second painting from this past semester, and is, in my opinion at least, much more interesting than the first, thanks to having more time to work on it and the feedback from the critique. My teacher, Peter Williams, the best painting teacher period, told me to try not to rely on text and such an obvious message. So in this one, I tried to make an interesting composition with no meaning whatsoever. Are the hands ripping me apart or putting me together? Are the black arms supposed to imply that the hands belong to Mickey Mouse, thus being a metaphor for my obsession with Disney? I don't know, nor do I care. If you have theories on this painting's message, you're trying too hard.

Here are some detail shots. Just cuz you're so special.