Posts Tagged ‘Fail’

Sk8 or die: “Uh-oh” with bonus Pulp Fiction style conceit

May 31, 2011

So … die?

Found all kinds of claimed “sources” for this picture in various places on the internet. I was concerned about accuracy and quickly chased down the leads. This confirms that the picture was taken above the notably unusual Dean’s Office at Los Angeles High, 4650 West Olympic Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90019. If I had to guess, I’d say the picture probably was taken during this event, the Xbox 360 “Get Up” tour (but I’m not suggesting the skater in this picture was affiliated with the tour).

The school’s websitehas galleries of pictures with identical architecture and painting to the one in the sk8 or die shot, with the same brick pattern and lettering typeface, along with pictures featuring the distinctive slanted roof of the office. So I’m positive. I’m also unbelievably full of myself about finding the school quickly and correctly. Like, so arrogant right now.

Booyakasha. Research, motherfuckers; can you do it??

All apologies

June 18, 2010

Where is this afternoon going? Super-sorry. I know I’ve been poo about posting up the usual shenanigans today — no Blake, no Girl of Summer, no Batman, like practically nothing at all yet — but I was fully absorbed in a project this morning. Must’ve been all this Vietnam talk lately, but I basically woke up today with only one goal on my mind:

Draw Beetle Bailey with a necklace of human ears.


Reference image.

Not in a funny way. In a dark and serious, satirical but sad way, like to make a point.

Way harder than it sounds, as it turns out. Reminds me of this great idea I had a few months back for a single-panel comic of a rat in hawaiian shirt and boater hat with a little cane and tiny specs, standing upright, top legs like arms spread grandly, saying, “Welcome — to Thoracic Park!” And the rat-John Hammond saying this was to be inside a rotting human rib cage along with little precious mousey-rat versions of Doctors Sattler, Grant, and Malcolm, and it would have been wonderful (is there a name for what’s wrong with me?) but for the ass-huge stumbling block of my complete inability to transfer the idea in as effective a way as I’d hoped from mind to paper. Blocked it fifteen different ways and it never gelled.


It’s the end of the world as we know it. Did You Know?

Looks like that’s going to be the story with Beetle going Apocalypse Now-style native. Another for the Fail tray. I’m going to try a little more later today. Keep you posted.

I hate it when my ambition oustrips my art skills. Blarg.