Taking a Break. Also, Sketchbook Dump #2

I've always been bad regarding infrequent updates and hiatuses at irkworks and UltraCrispy. Well, here I go again. I'm taking a break from UltraCrispy.com as well as this blog. I'm going to recharge my creative batteries and get a firmer grip on assorted life issues. Maybe I'll return soon, maybe it'll be awhile.

I'll close this post with a sketch dump. I have a bunch more sketches I could scan in and use for more sketch dumps but I honestly don't feel like it. My break begins... NOW!

Sketchbook Dump #1

Here's a bunch of crap that accumulated in my sketchbook. I'll do a couple of similar posts in short order. I wish I had more to write in this here blog, but I am a boring, boring person.

F+

An interpretation of the image above: my obnoxious, ugly, inner voice is berating me (a wanna-be super-man) for my underachievement (note the "F+" on the paper) regarding UltraCrispy.com. As apt as the interpretation is, I totally made it up just now. The image is actually a composite of two separate sketches.

But, it's true. I'm not satisfied with the way UltraCrispy is turning out. I've got to take some time to experiment and improve my craft.

I'm the Guy Who Sucks, Plus I Got Depression

See also.

Me Is Woe

We're well past the year 2000, yet I still have to walk into public bathrooms that smell of other peoples' shit. That's not right. Why are we as a civilization putting up with this? With all our technology, we can't develop a cheap, easy remedy?* Even cavemen didn't have to put up with this shit. They'd poop in the forest and no one else had to smell it. Yet thousands of years later here we are inhaling concentrated ass fumes. This is not progress, people.

* Don't tell me to just pinch my nose in the bathroom. There's no way I'm breathing poop molecules into my mouth.

Oh, Shit!

Please Hate Me

Well, I think I exhausted my stash of abandoned comic material. Back to sketchbook scribblings.
Today, I went with my wife and 16-month-old daughter, E, to a live butterfly exhibit at the local museum. We do this quite often and it's always a hit, but today E got cranky. I coaxed a butterfly onto my finger and held it in front of E to cheer her up. She reached out and crushed the shit out of the motherfucker. My wife screamed as if our only child had just murdered someone. Just when I thought museum officials would descend upon us, we pried open our daughter's hand and the butterfly flitted away none the worse for wear. Black butterfly residue marked E's hand with the stain of guilt. We briskly fled the butterfly exhibit without apprehension. I laughed. E pouted. My wife wondered where we went wrong as parents to raise such a monster.

Abandoned Comic: Super Kid

Long before I started up UltraCrispy as it appears in its current incarnation, I considered using the site for a comic strip about a really young superhero and his parents who do not have super powers. Wow, I didn't realize how creepy I made the kid's face. It doesn't even look like a kid's face. For some reason he reminds me of Michael Jackson. Look how far back I placed his ears. Yikes. Anyway, the image above is a close-up of the strip template below:

"#3987" is a made-up strip number. I didn't actually do nearly 4000 strips. I didn't even do one of them. Below is the sketch where the whole idea began. It's funny how I've abandoned several comics involving superheroes.