The results of forcing myself to draw a superfast comic against all the slings and arrows of outrageous laziness and fecklessness. Had to quickly look up “feckless”. It’s accurate.

I guess this sort of thing never actually happens, really. It would make a great episode of Inspector Morse or something. Reminds me of the video game “Men on the Flying Trapeze“, too.

The world’s smallest attempt to get back toward comics that have more of a story than just picture and a punch-line. I often think back to the comic I did years ago called KIM and wish I’d do more. Do more, me!

A quickly drawn thing from the notebook. At least it’s not about drowning. Maybe it could be about just after drowning, but still, no water involved.

Another drowning poem-comic affair. This one was drawn in a plane rather than on a train. You’d think I’d draw one of them while on a boat, and perhaps I will, perhaps I will.

One on the borderline of being a comic or being a poem – probably more poem that comic, I suppose, but the lines make a difference nonetheless. Drawn while on the wrong train in Italy.

Maybe not my life, maybe not yours, but almost certainly someone’s. Or at the very least a pretty decently absurd oversimplification of someone’s life, such that they might not and smile ruefully.

True story transcribed into notebook and now digitalified. You now how when you’re standing under the shower, head down, enjoying the hotter end of the spectrum of water, and then you imagine you’re hanging?

I drew a bunch of ghosts in my notebook and needed to share my vision with the world. I’m quite proud of this drawing of a sofa, too, really. It might be that it steals the show.

It probably means something that I became moderately upset by not matching the number of “O”s in all the different “Noooooo!”s for this. But what does it mean?