Tuesday, February 20, 2007

a few more doodles


A couple more roughs for my book. Pages 6 and 7. I'm hooked on Sushi. Does that make me a yuppie?
Crap.
Kris.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Along for the ride


There are few pleasures in my life that I hold so dear as that of trusting my anatomy and fragile human vessel to the energy and whim of a sixty pound German Shepherd. I live in Los Angeles, which means we don't have winter, and there is a lot of perfectly good pavement...EVERYWHERE! At first this really messed me up. You don't know how it feels to go through tree withdrawl (I wander around Home Depot just to be close to wood), but over the years I have found ways to cope, and my new favorite hobby is strapping little wheels to my feet and hanging on for my miserable life while my big assed scary killer of a crotch wolf runs the stupid out of her system on a four mile stretch of sidewalk that lays parallel to the well fortified, homeland secured and locked down with chain link fence, LAX International airport. And last night I crossed a very depressing threshold with the fact that I think I may have actually fallen asleep while hurlting down the road at the speed of hound (yeah its a bad pun...piss off, its my blog). I got home pretty late last night and I've been working some stupid hours in the old animation factory and juggling that with the normal volume of urine soaked bedsheets and incescent cries for boo boo kisses and body flips from those little things that live in my house. I dare say that the calming effect of the wheels on the road combined with the soothing roar of the majestically humongous stinky jet airliners, conspire to lullaby my flabby arse to a dangerous state of restful intoxication. If I were to die tomorrow, I would hope it to be in a gun battle with my sworn enemy, mauled by a mountain lion, or as a sacrifice to the Gods of Rock...not from a tiny stone on a stretch of sidewalk that I failed to dodge because the wind on my cheeks nuzzeled me like a mother koala in a bed made of cotton candy. Head over heels and heels over head...straight into pavement and fuck...your dead! I'd probably land on the bag of crap...but that doesn't bother me. Nothing wrong with crap on a conceptual level. Its all part of the circle of life. I actually take comfort in the thought that I don't think the dog would run away. I think she would stay and wait for help.
I like dogs. I get dogs. Dogs are good. I wish more people were like dogs. You can read a dog. Dogs will pull you on wheels. My kids won't do that. You tell me where the unconditional love is.
I should really wear a helmet.

Kris.

Sunday, February 04, 2007




Here are the next three roughs in the book. Page five is a fold out page from four. I'm having fun doodling these up in my sketchbook during lunch breaks and after the kids go to bed at night. It's been so busy at work I can't find the time to finish anything so I've given up trying, and am just having fun drawing loose and playing with design.
Speaking of my kids, I do love them, but I have this nagging worry that they are pure evil and I don't really know what to do about it. I can only hope that in the coming years of apocolypse, they will find their true calling for mass destruction on a scale that far out weighs what they can do to my crappy little box of a condo that we pay far too much for in order to live close to a beach that quite often smells like human pooh. There are things they can't teach you in college and I feel like my girls are well versed in anarchy and rebellion. I suppose if the politics of this country stay their course, then there will be plenty of work for those who wish to overthrow governments and corporations. It doesn't matter what they choose to do with their lives, so long as they do it well.
Toodaloo for now.
Kris.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

first post on my new blog


I've been slogging away on a few stories I wrote for my girls when they were little (actually they're still little, but they've already become jaded and bitter with life...I am proud). These are rough, pencil on paper.

pages 1 and 2.

Kris.