I only first got into Usagi Yojimbo a few years ago but have become loyal to the shogun since my fateful roninduction.  As much as I love that white-eared warrior, I always thought he’d be more bad-ass if he did the damage he does as a normal-sized bunny instead of a people-sized furry.  But then again, he’d have the problem of UNCONTROLLABLE ADORABILITY!!!!  I’ve yet to meet an intimidating bunny in my lifetime.  You could argue Bunnicula, but then again, I’ve never met him.  As he is fictitious.  I’m overdoing this, aren’t I?  Stopping.

"In essence, the protagonist creates the rest of the cast." —Robert McKee

Inspiration: Delco Cat Toys

"Dimension means contradiction."
—Robert McKee

Some more American originals…

"When a society cannot ridicule and criticize its institutions, it cannot laugh." —Robert McKee

Oh look, I’m actually drawing again.  This is a much needed revamp of one of my characters, plus a few bonus sketches at the bottom that led to my final design.

"Storytelling started because someone wasn’t there."
—Marshall Vandruff
So if I skimmed one loftiest of lessons at this year’s Comic Con, it’s that SDCC exclusives are earned, not bought.  ’Cause nerdworld problems be trippin’ yo.
There was only 1 exclusive that I absolutely had to have and would have been willing to punt any nerd in his dual 20-sided die sack to ensure my obtainitude of it and that was the Lego 1966 Batmobile.
I know most people want to use their tumbln’ time fer lookin’ and not fer readin’, so long story short, after a somewhat stressful line encounter, I was able to get my Batmobile and chillax baby girl the remaining 4 days of Con knowing I scored my most ultimate of macguffins.  Or so a Matthew thought.
The week after Con I take my prized Batmobile home and on a slow post-school night I decide to open my mobile for sweet satisfaction assembly.
And that’s when I open the lid to an empty box.  And I mean super duper serial empty.  No crumpled bags, no assembly directions.  The box was just stuffed with empty.
My heart pulled a reverse Grinch and shattered 3 sizes too small that day.  Con was over, I was back in Burbank, the elusive treasure that enriched my life turned out to be not gold, but poisoned candy in a golden wrapper of lies.
I instantly texted my disappointment to the Biggie Smalls to my P Diddy of dorkdom, Alex Double Del to the Double G and as we started investigating online, we found out I was far from alone in Bat-emptiness.  Bartender, give me a shot of hope and kindly leave the bottle.
Luckily I kept my receipt and was able to call Lego the next day.  Once I was able to answer a collection of very specific questions to show that I was a legitimate customer of victimization and not a vulture trying to score an exclusive to flip, I was connected to a couple of UNBELIEVABLY friendly and sympathetic Lego employees who held my hand and saw me through my darkest dork hour.
After everything was settled, Lego not only sent me a replacement, they also hooked me up with a Lego gift card for my trouble hence the stylish sedan of blockitude you see above.
My thickest of thanks to Lego and especially the greatest customer service ladies in the world, Sharee and Lisa. Lego has a guaranteed lifelong fan and customer with me for life now.  My saga has a happy ending because they’re one of the greatest companies in the world and their customer service is the caviar of helping those in need.
Lego 4 life!!!!!!

So if I skimmed one loftiest of lessons at this year’s Comic Con, it’s that SDCC exclusives are earned, not bought.  ’Cause nerdworld problems be trippin’ yo.

There was only 1 exclusive that I absolutely had to have and would have been willing to punt any nerd in his dual 20-sided die sack to ensure my obtainitude of it and that was the Lego 1966 Batmobile.

I know most people want to use their tumbln’ time fer lookin’ and not fer readin’, so long story short, after a somewhat stressful line encounter, I was able to get my Batmobile and chillax baby girl the remaining 4 days of Con knowing I scored my most ultimate of macguffins.  Or so a Matthew thought.

The week after Con I take my prized Batmobile home and on a slow post-school night I decide to open my mobile for sweet satisfaction assembly.

And that’s when I open the lid to an empty box.  And I mean super duper serial empty.  No crumpled bags, no assembly directions.  The box was just stuffed with empty.

My heart pulled a reverse Grinch and shattered 3 sizes too small that day.  Con was over, I was back in Burbank, the elusive treasure that enriched my life turned out to be not gold, but poisoned candy in a golden wrapper of lies.

I instantly texted my disappointment to the Biggie Smalls to my P Diddy of dorkdom, Alex Double Del to the Double G and as we started investigating online, we found out I was far from alone in Bat-emptiness.  Bartender, give me a shot of hope and kindly leave the bottle.

Luckily I kept my receipt and was able to call Lego the next day.  Once I was able to answer a collection of very specific questions to show that I was a legitimate customer of victimization and not a vulture trying to score an exclusive to flip, I was connected to a couple of UNBELIEVABLY friendly and sympathetic Lego employees who held my hand and saw me through my darkest dork hour.

After everything was settled, Lego not only sent me a replacement, they also hooked me up with a Lego gift card for my trouble hence the stylish sedan of blockitude you see above.

My thickest of thanks to Lego and especially the greatest customer service ladies in the world, Sharee and Lisa. Lego has a guaranteed lifelong fan and customer with me for life now.  My saga has a happy ending because they’re one of the greatest companies in the world and their customer service is the caviar of helping those in need.

Lego 4 life!!!!!!

"I didn’t invent sugar or flour, but I bake a mean apple pie."
—Glen David Gold

Inspiration:  Darn Near Puked

"We tell and take in stories as much as we sleep—and even then we dream."
—Robert McKee

It’s clearly been a slow drawing year for me (which will hopefully reversify shortly) which has likewise meant this poor tumblr has suffered the loneliness of few and far posts between.  Just to jab some cobwebs from the joint, here’s a couple of caricatures I did earlier in the year of two of my favorite ladies.

"Stories are equipment for living." —Kenneth Burke
Contage!

After putting out the call to arms to check out our booth, it seems rude NOT to montage the best of Comic Con this year.  Hope everyone’s nerdgendas were nuthin shy of batarang kisses and adamantium dreams!