HBF_04

Dancers definitely still dying.  I do sure hope that our detective friend can figure it out!  Otherwise, well.  This will be a pretty sad story.  So keep tuning in, for hope's sake!

HBF 03

You know, I think I've seen that movie before.

HBF 02

Whoa, that's text inside the comic itself!  I'm mighty impressed over here.  Text-in-the-comic.  What's next, an actual comic border?  A panel border that doesn't look like a taped demarcation line between two siblings' side of the room?  I doubt it, but possibly!  What's next for sure though, more Hard Boiled Fluff.

HBF 01

"Dancers started turning up dead.  The police?  Not even their thoroughness could make up for their stupidity."










This is the first panel of Hard Boiled Fluff.  I've learned that drawing on a computer screen with a pen somewhere else, is interesting.  By that I mean It looks like I drank a lot of coffee and had someone shake me while I drew.  ((It's a weird office situation, I don't want to talk about it.))

I'll be posting more of it on my usual M/W/F schedule.  So keep tuning in!

A sketchy post

I made that with "apen!"  It's a thing, where I draw on paper, and it draws on my phone.  Before you all start calling me and asking for commissions and generally offering me all your money, ask me for my phone number.  Rarely does just guessing work!

Recent sketchtastic

That's my 49th time drawing that particular head.  And my first time drawing that figure, doing her hair.  No, I'm afraid the excitement doesn't ever stop.  Here's to keeping on.

Coded Spy Nonsense

A brief history of spying in the modern world:

What do Dolly Parton and the Dalai Llama have in common?  Wealth!("Common Wealth" is a sneaky segue.  I worked on that one for hours.))  They're both Russian sleeper spies!  Don't believe me?  That's because they're very good at what they do.  Dalai and Dolly together make up the Cabbage Patch Cell.

What is it, specifically, a Russian sleeper spy does, you ask?  Well, they nap!  Sleeper spy is a term that comes from the cold war era.  As you know, it takes more energy for your body to warm itself, so very often people got tired.  The Russian spies especially would become narcoleptic during their winter time stake-outs.

In 1954, to combat these Russian intelligence agents, the British trained their own super spy.  They called him, Bond.  Ionic Bond.  He worked by attracting charged criminals into his lair, and making them kill the girls he liked.  It didn't help the British out very much.  Mostly it just made the Russians very angry, because of how many Russian girls Mr. Bond liked.  Luckily, the sleeper agents were too groggy to form a coherent counterattack.

The dissolving of the USSR in 1991 also caused the British's chemical Bond agents to disappear, and now only sleeper cells exist.  No one is really sure, but there have been numerous suppositions that those cells are in the pancreas and liver, waiting for the right time to strike.