Inktober Day7

Day seven on this wretched island I have named "Inktober."  Our resources dwindle.  Last night my only source of nourishment was a bottle of Cholula hot sauce.  I fell in love with the woman on the label.  She is my angel, my last bastion against insanity.

I fear we will be forced to resort to cannibalism within the month.

Inktober Day 6

This is sort-of drunken kung-fu.  Actual drunken kung-fu uses core strength to tilt and sway as if you were drunk, while maintaining perfect balance.  You hold your hands as if they were filled with drinking cups to fight, and the whole thing is supposed to put the enemy off-guard.

The Jackie Chan movie Drunken Master is a pretty good interpretation of drunken kung-fu, except for the part where he has to get actually drunk to be good at it.

Inktober Day 5

Edgar.

He's a cat I'm allergic to.

Inktober Day 4

Inktober happens to happen at the same time as 24-Hour Comic Day, which means that another page is all I have the time for today.  It's a day late, but you try making 24 pages in 24 hours.

Inktober Day 3

24-Hour Comic Day coincides with Inktober.

How convenient.

Inktober 2

What if Tintin were revamped as a manga?  It would be terrible!  See a colored version on my comics tumblr, and at The Line: It Is Drawn.

Inktober Day 1

Inktober is a National Month of Thing in which those sufficiently motivated complete and post one (or more) ink drawing every day on October.

I start a day late, and make up for it with two ink drawings.

The second one was inspired by a Tom Robbins metaphor about the kind of cheese Lima, Peru would be if all cities were equated with types of cheeses (Swiss on a waffle.  I assume Zurich would be Swiss Cheese on Swiss chocolate, as prepared with Swiss army knives.)