Friday, December 15, 2006



I'm so trill. Sorry, but the title cracks me up and that's what the white squiggly lines remind me of.
I was able to sneek this one into my insane work schedule. Hah! Score one for me, well not really since I'm still at my cube as I post this. And I can already feel a massive migraine coming on. And the room is starting to get heavy. And I have no idea why the theme song to Brazil is wedged in my brain.
A relative of mine asked where I find the time to do these shite drawings.
I sneek 'em in during lunchtime-Shhhhhhhhhhh.
By the way, I would never hurt a kitten.
Unless in self-defense...

...on Mars?

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

I'm feelin' scummy.


Won't be drawing for a while. Been busy with work. I hate it when I don't get to do my own shit, puts my head in bad place, like pounding kittens with a tennis racket. But I'll be back with more crappy drawings to make your eyes bleed and your ass sing. At least Tom Waits is back with a box set of Orphans to keep me company. Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards, to be exact. Don't know who he is? You fucking sheep. Educate your ears for a change... on Mars.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


A self-portrait 17 lightyears away.
Nothing short of anarchy for damn dirty ape like me.

Like a space monkey shot into space, never to come back the same.
Coughing carbon deposits and dead pixels.
Covered in dark matter and limbo physics.
Lost in headspace.

Chaos Theory.

Loosing telemetry... Loosing telemetry... Loosing telemetry...

This is my malady... on Mars.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Sci-Fi Wasabi.


"What's up b? wasabi
I'm searchin' the city for sci-fi wasabi
The start button has been pushed already
Obi-wan Kenobi is waiting for me..."
-Cibo Matto
For all the introverts and insomniacs and idiots out there, this round's on me. Keep fighting the good fight.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


I am also the son of Galactopus.
And I have chosen a fisherman for my herald.
For I love to eat fish.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006



Abby of Queensland, I made the penguins fly... on Mars.
How's my least favorite cousin? Hah!
Sugar cakes and belly aches.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Work in Progress.


War is Peace.
Freedom is Slavery.
Ignorance is Strength.
All hail the son of Starro the Conqueror.
This way to 1984.
Greetings to the people Downunder.
Take us to your leader.

Friday, September 29, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


The son of Iron Man can not deactivate his shield
even amongst friends.
So they watch helplessly as he deteriorates,
the sounds of TV on the Radio engulfing him piece by piece by static piece...

and his friends wonder, should they dump what's left of him...

...on Mars.


Monday, September 25, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

Ghost particles swarm about like maggots. Such is the nature of vectors, to eat the third dimension out of existence.
Game over man, game over...


This too will be in the game.


New CDs:

Mastodon - Blood Mountain
Tool - 10,000 Days
Yo La Tengo - I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass

The Thermals - The Body, The Blood, the Machine

Once again the Japanese blow my mind with Okami, for the PS2. A big fat middle finger to all that realistic bullshit. Could a game like this be made in the US? Doubt it.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

It's a sidescroller. Work in progress.


"true original b-boy apostle, standing on the rooftop with a zulu gestapo"
-mos def of black star


Shoot the vectors off the possessed...
...on Mars.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


This is how you will disappearerererrr.
Death bit particles,

Don't die in game.

Peace out spacemonkey, peace out...

Friday, September 01, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


...Sarafina Flow is swarmed by vector piranhas, munching on pixels until nothing of the image is left. And she wonders as her monotone reality ebbs, did these bloody creatures arise from the seas of Mars. And can she eat them like sushi?

"...ask buttah how i zone, man cleopatra jones..."

-digable planets


Working on my own videogame to include in my next book. These are just some of the assets I'm developing. More laters.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


The son of Silvah Surfah navigates the spaceways on a woofer made of Nth metal. Freestyling for vegemite and spitting out analog dooms for his master, Big Daddy Galactapus.

...And he wonders how many whack mcees he'll have to massacre on Mars.

"Number Five is alive, Number Five is alive!"
-Johnny Five

Thursday, April 27, 2006

A very manly sport...


Please send your support and well-wishes to Alvin, who almost died playing Frisbee...

...on Mars.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


The eyepod jackers don their masks for full effect.
And recede into the white,
like my hair.

Red fish, Blue fish
One fish, Two fish
two fish
to fish

Pie shish.

...And they wonder if there's life on Mars.

Work In Progress.


Alone with your thoughts is never a good thing while mindgliding on poisonous Goombas. Marked fetters are left from minds that went before, lost in thought, never to return the same. Such is the nature of cosplay kicks and vision trips.

I'm jonesing for some pork ribs...

...on Mars.

Meanwhile, on Saturn...


The child of Adam Strange spins vinyl UFO's for food or vegemite. Preferably vegemite. The loops attract zombie blackstars flashing grills made out of mercury in the whiteness of space, while the sound they make is like sucking of galactic spittle from astros humping wormholes.

Like hacking, only in reverse.

Like hacking, only in reverse.

Such is the growling mix of the universe.

...And she wonders if there's life on Mars.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Behold! Dyooood.


The Anti-Life Equation
has been hacked by the one-eyed Mentat...
...of Mars.

“aaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnd...i'm going to telepathically kill you riiight..NOW!!!

you should be dead. asshole.”

-jome (email assassin)

Friday, January 13, 2006