THE BENCHY RIDES AGAIN
Saturday, April 30, 2011
white board extravaganza
My friend and I made whiteboard drawings, I think they are the best things I've put up this month.
Friday, April 29, 2011
there is at least a reason yesterdays post didn't happen
6:08 AM me: kyle.... what the fuck I just got home drunk
quit the stuidiousnesss
shit.
peace
kylethom: Oh man oh man
haha
6 AM??
me: fuck yes sir
and loving every second
I got this weird hat on
and I granted some wishes
6:09 AM also... I may or may not have drank some wild trukey
but I have to wake up soonish
so....
I should....
get to sleeeping
I suppose
<#
kylethom: Probably should for a bit. The all-nighter comes back to haunt you quickly
6:10 AM me: not this one kyle. I;m god
kylethom: Never sleep again
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
color sample
okay this is the cop out of cop outs for my drawing a day till the end of the month shtick. None the less, here is a color sample of the below comic. I changed the second panel via magic technology.
Monday, April 25, 2011
page one
page one for a local comic book collaboration deal-y. I killed myself on it today. it took way too long and isn't good enuff. Time to stop doing it for today.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
a drawing a day till the end of the month
The Wizard of Oz was on TV today. I realized that the Wicked Witch of the West's indentured soldiers may have been some sort of fictional equivalent to the Rooskies. What with the fur and the red and the grey, I am still too intellectually lazy to try and think when that movie was made exactly, but it just seems to fit so there. Then I stopped thinking about that (intellectually lazy) and started thinking about how fantastic those outfits were, and how I would like one. Then I just settled for drawing an outfit that is similar sort of.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
doodle trayce tray
I just want to doodle frankenstein monsters, and jam into the internet as blog filler. forgive me! forgive me for what I have done. click it... click that image, make it big.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Funyuns on the high sea
the pool like most is a story book Mediterranean blue. when ever I wander by it's inviting chlorine stench I have an almost overwhelming urge to lock my knees and fall to the bottom like a quarter down a wishing well.
at the time however I wasn't fantasising about impromptu swimming. instead I was violently shaking the vending machine in an attempt to shake free the funyuns I had purchased.
I shook it once, then twice, then on the third a cacophony resounded. at first I though I had shook it just a little too hard and caused some bizarre chain reaction, but the noised had resounded from beyond the Mediterranean. Two rounds of shattering glass and two wet thuds. I jogged around the pool and back to the front.
when I opened the door leading to the front desk I was greeted by the foul stench of rotten bamboo roots, a smell that lingers lovingly on the edge between vomit and spoilt milk, and my boots crunched glass and rocks.
To really understand this next part I will have to take you back. it was two hours before this, a group of women and children had come in. they were so affable, good will seemed to ooze out of them. so much so that I could hardly see a woman who stood behind them emoting an aura of a cocky disobedient teenager. It's from that moment forward she managed to pull the wool over. I fell for it, I assumed she mus be some obnoxious relative.
later I asked the guests she had stood with about her. the girl had been muttering to herself. "I'm going to make it look like I'm with these people." so when I passed her in the mangled hallway and she told me "it was some chink girl, she went that way" I bought it. the only reason I ever caught on was because a guest pointed her out.
I had instinctively picked up some rock and glass when I first came in. It was my first priority not to let some poor fool impale their foot. so when I advanced on my suspect and was intercepted by her boyfriend I still clutched them awkwardly. the boyfriend offered me twenty dollars and a back handed apology. I cleared the debris from my left hand and took the money.
AFTERWARD
later, when the ground was swept and vacuumed and I juggled several guests and the phone, my manger called from his office
"are you busy?" he says
"yes actually" says I
"well , uh. well look at this, the surveillance monitor"
"uh huh"
"there! that girl there, do you see her?"
"uh huh" then to the guest "your room number is there, and just down the hall and to the right"
"watch her now" he was somehow controlling the monitor I was looking at. I leaned far back, the phone cord stretched. one guest leaned over the counter to get a better look. as the tape was rewound and played several times in succession. the girl grabbed the plant at the top. swung it downward, off the table smashing the planter against the pool door, then with the reduced weight swung it back up and decimated the wall sconce and light bulb it hid.
at the time however I wasn't fantasising about impromptu swimming. instead I was violently shaking the vending machine in an attempt to shake free the funyuns I had purchased.
I shook it once, then twice, then on the third a cacophony resounded. at first I though I had shook it just a little too hard and caused some bizarre chain reaction, but the noised had resounded from beyond the Mediterranean. Two rounds of shattering glass and two wet thuds. I jogged around the pool and back to the front.
when I opened the door leading to the front desk I was greeted by the foul stench of rotten bamboo roots, a smell that lingers lovingly on the edge between vomit and spoilt milk, and my boots crunched glass and rocks.
To really understand this next part I will have to take you back. it was two hours before this, a group of women and children had come in. they were so affable, good will seemed to ooze out of them. so much so that I could hardly see a woman who stood behind them emoting an aura of a cocky disobedient teenager. It's from that moment forward she managed to pull the wool over. I fell for it, I assumed she mus be some obnoxious relative.
later I asked the guests she had stood with about her. the girl had been muttering to herself. "I'm going to make it look like I'm with these people." so when I passed her in the mangled hallway and she told me "it was some chink girl, she went that way" I bought it. the only reason I ever caught on was because a guest pointed her out.
I had instinctively picked up some rock and glass when I first came in. It was my first priority not to let some poor fool impale their foot. so when I advanced on my suspect and was intercepted by her boyfriend I still clutched them awkwardly. the boyfriend offered me twenty dollars and a back handed apology. I cleared the debris from my left hand and took the money.
AFTERWARD
later, when the ground was swept and vacuumed and I juggled several guests and the phone, my manger called from his office
"are you busy?" he says
"yes actually" says I
"well , uh. well look at this, the surveillance monitor"
"uh huh"
"there! that girl there, do you see her?"
"uh huh" then to the guest "your room number is there, and just down the hall and to the right"
"watch her now" he was somehow controlling the monitor I was looking at. I leaned far back, the phone cord stretched. one guest leaned over the counter to get a better look. as the tape was rewound and played several times in succession. the girl grabbed the plant at the top. swung it downward, off the table smashing the planter against the pool door, then with the reduced weight swung it back up and decimated the wall sconce and light bulb it hid.
Friday, April 15, 2011
entry
Here is my entry for the cover of a local coupon book. I could win 500$, cross dem finggiess for me
click for biggsies, it's real big tho
Monday, April 11, 2011
British girl
Beautiful british girl came to stay at the hotel I work at. oh yes I did get a stedy-ish job, finaly, after and hemming and hawing forever. She called me by name, melted my heart. I'm not sure what she thought of me though, as I started adopting the accent by the second sentance, everytime I talked to her.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
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