I showed this to Sarah, and she added a heartfelt punchline (which unfortunately doesn't fit on the page). Read the comic and then the text underneath.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
I Draw Like This might take a few days off--but it might not! So keep checking. I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
This Thanksgiving weekend marks the ninth year Sarah and I have been a couple. That's...nuts. Over the years, I've decided Sarah looks like a lot of different things, including Pac-Man, Arthur the Anteater (or his sister D.W.), an acorn, a Vietnam War veteran named Walter, and most recently, a duck. I expect that with each passing day, Sarah will continue to morph into even more and stranger things in my eyes, and yet always retain her magical, inimitable, and beautiful quintessence. Happy anniversary, Sarah.
Monday, November 22, 2010
I have no idea how to get these pictures to sit side-by-side, instead of stacking vertically. I've sat here on my bedroom floor for about ten minutes trying to get them to sit in a nice, neat little row, but they insist on being columnar. So I apologize for that. I'm also sorry about the Don's worse-than-usual appearance. I was a little drunk.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
So I hear you all asking: "Why is this blog called "donkeytowncomics?" Well first of all, it's actually called "I Draw Like This." But you're partially correct, in that the address is donkeytowncomics.blogspot.com. So we're both right. But to answer the question I pretended to hear you ask, I named it after a show I'm creating called "Donkey Town." I want to make this show a reality. I've started a pilot script and I have a few characters, one of which is The Don. I plan on developing him a bit on this blog, so instead of giving you any background information, here's the first installment of "The Don."
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Do people really wait on line for movies anymore? It was a big part of my childhood, but nowadays you can order tickets online, or at one of the little credit card kiosks in the theater's lobby. God, do I sound like an old, confused person or what? Back when Sarah and I had just started dating, we were discussing our tastes in music, and I started teasing her for liking "new school" punk. I said, "Yeah, whatever, you just like Sum 51 and all those bands."
It's Sum 41, by the way. I was...nineteen, I believe? When I said that.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
John Parkersmithson is a character I created on the subway while drawing comics with my friend Julian Graham one day. Jules and I drew comics throughout high school, usually during chemistry or math, which we called "Little Tales." He'd draw a panel, then I'd draw a panel, and so on, until the page had about 9 panels on it. Each panel would usually be its own stand-alone scene, but every now and then there'd be some kind of bizarre, improvised story that held them together. I know the first John Parkersmithson comic had a storyline that involved him getting fired and coming home to his large-breasted wife, but it was really his name that I liked. So several years later I reinvented J.P. for this comic, and now, several years since then, I'm giving him a big role in a new show I'm trying to develop.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
It was a bad Saturday. The worst part was when I left the house without my keys on three separate occasions. I suppose those three occasions comprised the collective worst part of the day. Do you ever ask yourself, "What the hell is wrong with me?" Well, if you ever get an answer, could you let me know? On the off chance that it might apply to both of us.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Legitimate charities do not ask for money on the subway. Ever. Because it is fucking illegal. And ghetto.
Save your change for those awesome mariachi groups. Or the guys with the conga drums. Or that asshole who plays bass and insults people on the 1 train. My friend Chris told me about this one really drunk, homeless dude who addressed the train in a sleepy, slurring voice, with his eyes closed: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Bob. Bob is jusss...looking for somethin' to eat...Bob don't want to bother no one...." Then Bob slowly opened his eyes on a young Asian guy, grinned at him, and said, "You feel me, Jackie Chan." Bob FTW.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Back when I was getting my MFA--which isn't to imply that I ever got it--I had a job at the old Poet's House office on 72 Spring Street. Well, not at the office, exactly. More like in the lobby. See, on Saturdays, the building's door would be locked, and they'd need someone to sit down there and let people inside. I usually worked three or four hours, for $10 an hour. And I was always late.
I'd sit at the security guard's desk and try to write poetry or draw comics. Most of what I came up with was weird and distracted, as you can see here. It wasn't a good time in my life. Trivia: The guys in animal suits, I later learned, were the Crunch gym's street team.