MS Paint Portfolio: the words of the prophets
From a real squeezing-every-last-drop-of-blood-from-this-stone concepting session, but I was at least having fun with the opaque effect I’d recently discovered:

From a real squeezing-every-last-drop-of-blood-from-this-stone concepting session, but I was at least having fun with the opaque effect I’d recently discovered:

On July 4 this year we spent the day at Jones beach, melting in the sun and getting sunburned in inopportune places. Ben and I each brought two e-readers; my perpetual “backup book” has apparently been replaced, in the modern age, by an entire backup library. In the non-lifeguarded area we weren’t supposed to swim, but it was independence day, so we did anyway. The water was cold but pleasant.
At one point I saw two people, strangers to me and to each other, accidentally forming an impromptu American flag. I didn’t have a camera to hand, but have recreated it in Paint:

Mark: i have a business proposition for ya. three words:
Mark: gerbils
Mark: riding
Mark: pterodactyls.
Mark: whaddya think??
Mark: stage one: gerbils.
Mark: stage two: pterodactyls.
Mark: phase three: profit.
et, voilĂ :



My workload is insane right now, as it has been for months. BUT, part of my job for the past week or two involved listening in on phone interviews for message research, and I discovered I focus much better if I’m doodling (it stops me from getting distracted by the internet). Thanks to this totally legitimate and not at all questionable fact, I had a chance to catch up on some backlogged projects. Including this one:




Mark got a new laptop. I surreptitiously baptized the desktop background:

just doodling:


When I first moved here, I had a hell of a time making friends. Chloe was my the only person I knew, and I really didn’t have a handle on the rhythm of the city at all.



Found this in an old journal and re-drew. My first few months here, I couldn’t quite make my brain understand how big the city really was.



Here’s the last few comics from this time period. By this stage they were painfully and inescapably meta, as it had become a “thing” that, whenever something of note (or something notably un-noteworthy) occurred, I would immediately draw it out and then pass the cartoon around for group approval.






The comics started to get weirder and more self-referential as time went on; also, we apparently fought a lot.


Found some more of the College Spring Break comics. Apparently all I did on this trip was draw cartoons about the trip? Anyway, here’s two that seem to go together:






