Don't fuck with Cyber Surfer today.
Thanks to some guy from some blog, Johnny Ryan's Sadness Meter has been brought back to life in three-dimensional glory!
About a year ago the frequency of new "Achewood" strips slowed to a trickle. Everyone with a brain was broken up and confused. Now "Achewood" has finally returned, and with it, our happiness.
Hello Print Fanciers... this one's pretty straightforward.
Has our viridescent hero, the Green Lantern, finally been defeated? Find out now, in the "Powerless Ring"!
Dear Everyone, this week I saw the "Tin Tin" movie, which turned out to be a real snoozer, and I made a list of ten good comics from 2011, even though I don't believe in lists.
Do not look directly into the swamp rat's freshly-douched vagina.
Dear Viceketeers, how was your week? Mine was fine. Here are drawings I did of the Facebook profile photos of the people who left the best comments.
This week I'm focusing my all-seeing eye on the recent releases by Brooklyn's own, Picturebox Books.
Retired prostitutes take Johnny Ryan cartoons seriously.
Enjoy the doodles, you disgusting fucking pigs.
I don't need friends because I have comics who make way better friends than a human ever could!
I hate being mean to people but you're not people to me.
I'm still locked in a Brooklyn Comics and Graphics Fest state of mind so this week I'm reviewing my con haul.
Close-up of a "serenely passed-out" Kreayshawn (after 2.5 "weed brownies," 3 beers, 60% of a 40oz, 2.5mg Xanax in a 6-hour period) with her MacBook on her face and a vaguely demonic cat staring at her.
The cure for brain cancer lives inside Jungle Man's ass.
The mystery of the disappearing gumballs.
Every week I scour the comments of this site for funny things. After I fail to find them I draw portraits of the people who wrote the most passable ones.
You can't cheat learning to draw. There are no short cuts, just years of perseverance.
Nicolas Cage (as viewed from a "Che Guevara angle") 4.7 seconds after being told "sorry, we're actually all out of walnuts" while on a medium-large dose of psilocybin mushrooms.
Hey, look at this guy! Mr. Surfin' Safari!
I've never been able to tell from reading Frank Miller's comics if he was really right or left wing, but he always seemed like a pretty angry guy so I'm not all that surprised by him saying crazy, angry things this week.
An adolescent koala, seated on a trampoline, cries for an unknown reason, clutching 2mg Xanax and a full-grown hamster, adjacent Krispy Kreme donuts.
Robert Crumb doesn't do video interviews anymore ("it's just such a fucking production, you know?"), but he will talk over Gmail chat phone--and give out his address when promised sexy photos.