A Commission For A Cat I Guess.

A commission I did for @mazenfuntimes.

I'm trying to cut down my process. It took me about a week to make the last three pages for Ravablanca. And I'm hoping this project will help me make my own work in a faster timeline. This is my thumbnail for page four. I'm pretty sure I can speed things along. I used my notecards this time. But I still use the same template to kick around my panel layouts. Seeing what works. I'm targeting something that's ten pages. But maybe It can be 25. I'll probably be insane by that point.

Some comic practice.

some svg practice.

I guess a more censored version of my commission sheet.

The Assistant Manager of Hell

I'm​ thinking​ of quitting my job. An assistant manager with a strikeing resemblance to the fedora NAZI from Raiders loves to knock over my shit, talk to me like a dog, and honestly. Her clammy pig like eyes leer at me in a semi-erotic, yet unwelcome fashion. There's a ton of reasons, but she's the sole one. Basically it's like having a will to kick ass and chew bubblegum and kick ass. But the bully tied you up with the string ball tether, and beat you in the courtyard. Everyone appalled on your side. But are three feet smaller then the held back asshole feeding you knees to the cock. Basically I have an assistant manager who likes to mess with us, and berate us, and sabotage our work. So she can't ever be replaced. And while our general manager tries to keep us with carrots. He attempts try to attract assistant managers to get the bitch fired. But he's been fucked for months, and doesn't want to work 100hrs a week. He needs her, we are expendable for his honestly more valuable sanity. But at this point, she has insured I'm basically stuck between her knocking grease buckets around for me to clean up. Or her disgusting stares that have went from being cute to downright offensive. Worst of all, she pulls rank, as a reason to stare at my ass for fifteen minutes at a time. It's fucked. I would honestly take it with way more grace if I didn't know she picked on high school kids the same way. GROSS! I guess in a sense I'm floating a question of my relationship with Ms Wendy? She's kind of a bitch. Either way, you'll probably know I've quit if you see more activity on this blog this week. More art and shit. You'll know I stayed if you just see a ton of activity a week from now if the mega cunt doesn't force this week's new hires to hang themselves either. I plan on trying to post more either way. If the week is me still slapping burgers. You may get some time lapse drawings from my new camera setup I got for you guys! See you all in hell!

Some sketches I posted on my Twitter awhile ago. Check out Bogexplosion (@bogexplosion): https://twitter.com/bogexplosion?s=09

Shark Fin soup is going to be the big comic I make after Ravablanca. If anything, I'm making that doujin to learn how to make this comic. I guess I still have to ask myself the question. Ron Cobb or Chris Foss ships?