Missed Connections Comix: Looks Don't Matter

Rad Satch Breh

I'm in L.A., slurring the lyrics of 'Pet Sounds' by the Beachie Boys and sporting satchel.

As always, each satchel contains:
2 Hand-Painted Plastic Dinosaurs
3 Stickers
1 Weird Little Book


Come get your radical satchel at the L.A. Zine Fest.
Sunday, February 19th at The Last Book Store in L.A., 11 am - 8 pm

Fralphlapod

I drew this 5 years ago and I think it still holds true today.



I pulled it from The First Book of Gnar, which was the first zine I ever printed.

Don't Tell Me I'm the Only One Who Stayed up All Night Painting Plastic Dinosaurs

Why does this always happen to me!? It's so embarrassing!!



If you believe that any of these dinosaurs belong to you please come pick them up at 2050 Center St., Berkeley, CA today between the hours of 10am and 4pm.

Dinosaurs Ate My Trapezoids!

Just sayin'



This is a sticker that you can buy. All of the money that is earned from selling these stickers will be spent on more Trapezoids.

Plastic Dinosaurs, Hand-Painted to Arbitrary Specifications

It’s Monday again, this just seems to keep happening each and every week.

Good thing I painted all these dinosaurs to help us through it.

Business as Usual

In 2008 I drew a series of zines/mini-comics about a band of Rastafarian Dinosaurs called "The Herbivores". Yes, it exists. I never finished the series, I got 4 issues in and just sort of lost interest - as is to be expected in any instance where someone is writing/drawing a comic book series about pot-smoking dinosaurs. I still have plentiful copies of issues #1 and #2 if anybody's interested. Here are the first 5 pages of the first issue, which were published on glossy paper by The Fanatic Press in Slambang Vol. III Issue #4 before I ran the Gnartoons book series.

Clap Your Hands Three Times if You Like Saturated Colors

To those of you who actually clapped (and I'm sure you're out there, I know my people), you are the reason that I decided to post another comic strip this week. That and I do tend to be quite generous with the weird, and let's be honest, there's plenty to go around.