Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts

Monday, July 13, 2020

Born at a Tom Thumb in the Summer of 1988

In the summer of 1988, I went to Minneapolis to attend what was then called Brown Institute. I went there to learn the cruddy art of radio and television announcing. It never went anywhere.

While I was there, I worked in this Tom Thumb convenience store as a clerk. This was the natural extension of my grocery store skills at the time. I ended up "creating" or developing the Abbott character, which will turn 32 this November 8th.

I'm glad that I finally have a picture of my old store. This is where I started drawing (badly, crudely, and without much success in terms of coming up with something usable). It's still pretty run down and janky, but it's where I learned to deal with all sorts of things.

Wednesday, December 4, 2019

The Combined Federal Campaign

This is a ten panel campaign that I was commissioned to do for the Combined Federal Campaign, which government workers use to organize their charitable donations. I'm not sure how many people have seen the campaign, but here it is.

Friday, April 25, 2014

given up

Not a day when anything is working all that well. Bonus panels!

sweet corn and mr. pibb

I'm not even sure if this is a comic panel or not. It resembles something I do around here but it doesn't quite work. It's inevitable that I would revisit the whole idea of Mr. Pibb, though. I believe that Mr. Pibb makes quite the protagonist in any situation--a catalyst, if you will, of barfing and retching that is noticeably absent from polite society.

Saturday, January 25, 2014


Did I misspell judgemental? No, but the whole Internet went crazy and sent thousands of people to this page because I probably should have used "judgmental" instead. Fine, but why not use the old, archaic spelling and drive people crazy? I don't know. It's not like this is funny or anything.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Twenty-five Years

The weird failure that is Abbott & Gooseberry was born 25 years ago today.

On the 8th of November, practically every year except 1996 (I was in basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri) and maybe one or two other years, I have drawn an Abbott and Gooseberry portrait like the one above (pencil on water colour paper).

Since I have no intention of stopping, and a good mind to inflict more of this on the world, today is as good of a day as any to indicate that there will be some changes around here and, hopefully, an increase in cartooning.

The original idea was pretty simple. Dude. Cat, but a cat in a box. Then some smartassed kid and then a farmer. Not much more than that. Ample dry lines and attempts at humor. Enough drawing to get by. Then, hopefully, PROFIT!!! But, no. There hasn't been a dime of profit ever and few and far between are the panels I think are really good.

It's time to take it up a notch or two and maybe post more than 3 times a month, I think. It's time to empty the archives, draw more, post more, and run wild.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

getting high

Getting high is not necessarily cool, and I don't endorse it, but this kind of thing always lends itself to a cat comic. I want to get a cat specifically so I can use cat nip as a ploy to get the blessed little beast to roll around in a state of blissed-out confusion.

really leaping

Not a particularly funny one, but I was thinking of Black Grape's Get Higher a while ago and this sort of burped itself into existence...

Friday, June 21, 2013

The Old Farmer Butt Blog and Twitter Account

Well, that was weird.

I had to deactivate the Twitter account that I set up several years ago for Farmer Butt. He still had 200 followers and he was still being pestered for farm stuff.

The blog was an attempt to spread around a little of the farm art that I was doing. The only problem was, there wasn't enough of it, ever, for another blog.

Friday, May 10, 2013

origin story

Abbott's origin story is a difficult to understand as it is long, and it never impresses anyone who is not related to him.

Monday, April 22, 2013

silver and riches

Farmer Butt is one melodramatic fellow, and his love of telling tales of woe is legendary.

these times

This seems to be where we're all headed--broke, desperate, and kept out of the mall by Johnny Law. I haven't been to the mall in ages, but it has nothing to do with any of those things. I just got tired of the food court, man.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

the effect

Farmer B is mainlining his Lorsban, like any decent practitioner of the weed killing arts would at a time like this.