What’s the word for onomatopoeia when it’s visual instead of with words? Dunno. Mostly I wanted to see whether I could spell onomatopoeia on my own, and I could. So that’s good.

I was pretty proud of myself on this one. It seems like it’d be one of those “writing exercises” or “comics exercises” where the guru tells you to depict “the moment before” some important other image or piece of writing.

Another from a poem. I really don’t want to say much more than, “Boom-Shaka-Laka!” Was that from NBA Jam or something? It’s pretty great, just like collective nouns can be sometimes.

This one’s straight out of the poetry vault. Thank goodness for poetry, without which I would have nothing so poignant as this abuse of our small avian friends to communicate to the world.

When I’m right I’m right. This one came about from my great enjoyment of the concept of a “dead table” and went from there to the great heights that you now see presented before you. This is the good stuff.

Another from this series, drawn a bit roughly as an experiment of some kind. I don’t know what to tell you except that these things are what they are.

I may have been channeling aspects of the style of a highly-admired friend, John Martz – though rest assured he draws much better than this. I’m still in love with the tone of these texts, but still seeking a good drawing approach.

The stalwart comics standby: a familiar metaphor seized upon and over-extended. I was super excited to use the word “parallelogram” in a comic, though it was in a tooth-and-nail fight with “trapezoid” for a while there.

Despite the perhaps obvious wrongness of a cat drinking a couple of beers, this one makes me feel kind of happy for the cat, it looks like it’s living the good life. And it’s not like it’s a kitten.

You see ducks with their heads underwater for whatever reason and you think, just briefly, “what if that duck drowned under suspicious circumstances?” You look around for mafia ducks, but they’re all waddling away.