Zebronkey Dreams represents cutting edge innovation. We've taken the popular trend of coloring apps and repackaged them into this sturdy, hard-media interface platform, which is fully operational off-line and has a cool retro aesthetic!
This is the updated and illustrated version of the document that many people are calling a new Bible for agnostics. They're saying the old Bible sucks, and this one is way more direct and to the point and it doesn't rely on stories about magicians to convince you to be a good person. Hey- I'm not saying any of this stuff, many people are. I'm not one of them, so don't kill the messenger. I'm just saying it's a good little minicomic and you should buy one.
Sure- I love a pipe, a bong, a vape, a dab, a crunched up Sprite can or a half an apple. I can smoke weed any which way. But if I can have my way, I'm going to smoke a joint 10 times out of 10. I'm a big time joint guy.
And I'm always on the look out for the perfect pack of joints. I've found a few that I like, and a lot that don't even come close.
My alarm clock went off and I wanted to stay in bed. My head was aching, my stomach was churning, and the morning was slipping away. I couldn't afford to lose the day to a hangover, so I threw a hail-mary.
Available now-- for the first time ANYWHERE EVER-- The Frisco Yeti, issue #1; The NorCal Cannasseur. It's available exclusively in the CheckThisOutBabe.com store, but you can see the first 3 pages here!
My wife and I had a beautiful love affair on our way to the altar. We were both passionate romantics, living and loving with audacious enthusiasm in the world's greatest city: San Francisco, California.
On top of that, we both were (and remain) artists and storytellers.
Justin Trudeau is having a real moment these days. All the lefties just love churning his butter because he's cute as a button and woke as the sunrise. But if the women of Saudi Arabia decide they want to drive a car, or wear makeup, or play a sport, and they decide to have a women's march on Tehran to make their voices heard, then it'll be Canadian tanks that roll right over them.
After a lengthy legal battle and ensuing corporate embargo, I– Bo McGee (aka Bobby McGee; aka Bob Barron; aka Turbo St. Allion)–along with my wife Maria Mealla de McGee, have regained control of the CTOB blog feed.
Trump may be a full blown clown show, but he puts some provocative ideas on the table. I mean, maybe the Washington establishment does need a shake-up. Maybe it is about time that someone spoke truth to power, and refused to read from the script. Maybe someone needs to be asking uncomfortable questions to our leaders in a way they can't ignore. Maybe the political dialogue needs to include the unrestrained voice of a hostile electorate. Also, I wonder which candidate has the biggest dick?
Sir Grzzwall is a dynamic, high-octane musical persona. He first found local accolades as a member of the popular Latin-fusion collective Bayonics. He's also been a close friend of mine for the better part of 10 years. I've seen him on stage with Bayonics several times at the venerable Elbo Room and I was consistently blown away. He brings an intensity to the stage that can overpower the horns section. He exudes charisma and animalistic intent. The audience seems to bounce and gyrate a few inches off the floor, like marionettes dancing as he pulls their strings to the beat.
On day six of the #IllustrationADay challenge, Vinnie threw a wild punch in a fitful rage. But Frank– a trained fighter with a clear physical advantage– side stepped the punch with ease and landed a swift and forceful blow squarely to Vinnie's solar plexus, immediately driving all of the righteous, vengeful passion from his body with a thump and a deathly wheeze.
The #IllustrationADay challenge rolls on to day four, and to dizzyingly entertaining new heights. Today, I'm gonna make good on my promise to talk a foul bunch of mess at Miss Manners! And I got to explore one of the magnificent fundamentals of illustration along the way...