Fun with Crayons!

There is a top-secret lab complex on the other side of the tree line. This poor guy was an experiment gone horribly wrong. He is shaking his fists at the injustice of it all.

Okay, I am actually kind of proud of this one. It looks better in real life. I like drawing trees.

IN CONCLUSION: Crayons are fun times.

Blasts from the (recent) Past

I'm clearing out some backlog while I'm in the mood for posting. These are from last Spring term--probably Canterbury Tales. I am firmly resisting the temptation to self-critique.

This turned into Alex Drake from Ashes to Ashes, a show with which I have something of a love/hate relationship...more hate/inexplicable fascination, really.

I don't even know, you guys. Probably she crawled out of some river and is going to steal your soul. Then eat it.

You know what would be great?
--if there was an animated Japanese children's show featuring three kids, an inept professor who dressed like Disco never died, and a really weirdass robot? And they all lived together in a flying house that travelled through time to various Bible stories?

I couldn't make this stuff up.

Does anyone else remember this show? Because I was beginning to think I'd just imagined it. Seriously, you have no idea how happy this makes me.

The Magic of Charcoal

"Take this arm. I do not want it."

Seriously, I don't know what the crap this is supposed to be. I can't even figure out if it's a man or a woman who's disgruntledly shoving a giant arm at the viewer. But aren't charcoals fun? I can just scribble some random stuff, smudge it a bit, and suddenly it looks all cool and artsy! So yeah, I'll probably be messing around with it some more. I've mastered the most important step, which is to wash my hands before reaching up to adjust my glasses. Black smudges do nothing for my complexion.

I wasn't on anything, I swear!

These rather trippy doodles were created in lieu of notes in Gender, Sex, and Texts today. I have no idea what the heck they're supposed to be.

An Odd Sort of Critter

This strange beast sprang fully-formed from the tip of my ballpoint pen not thirty minutes ago. I think he may be a descentant of the creatures cavorting on the pages of the Book of Kells, but really there's no way to be sure.

I Ate'nt Dead...

...just kind of busy. And I haven't really produced anything blog-worthy in the doodle department, but I figure I ought to put something up here, this being after all a Doodle Blog. Speaking of which, I have a question for my readership (all three of you): quality or quantity? Would you rather have sporadic, infrequent updates of fully-inked-and-maybe-colored cartoons, or bi-weekly (something like that) doodlements of varying quality and exciting-ness?

I have no idea where any of this came from. None. Let's see...we've got a sort of double rat, a gator dog, a golem, and a man who apparently contracted the chicken pox before being dumped in a peat bog. Also, it amuses me that all you can see of my notes for twentieth-century African history are "legit pharaoh", "barbarian strength", and "queen of Ethiopia".