I feel so lame, but i can’t help it. I wrote an email to the amazing Jim Mahfood and told him how incredible his art is and how it inspires me. I met him at a con once and asked him to draw me a  mum-ra. Yes, that mum-ra.  He did and it rocked hardcore. So yesterday i sent him and email telling him all of this and this is what he sent back:

thx man!
yea, mumra, i remember that!
keep doing your thing…

is it lame that i jumped up out of chair and yelled, “Fuck yeah!”?  yes i think it is lame. I’m lame. It’s ok. You can make fun, but at the end of the day Jim Motherfuckin Mahfood wrote me back.

So on that note:

Here’s a drawing of the monster race i’ve been working on.

and then an older one.

Darth Vader

Comic Con

Well, have a nice night. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Fuck the Dark Knight. This is how you make a live-action Batman flick

Peep the Funk Flow,

Dave Baker

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Oh, horrible, horrible guilt.

Something happened to me along the way that made me paralyzingly afraid of causing anything, anywhere any amount of discomfort (unless it’s myself).

Case in point:

I have two intellectually thrilling, highly sought after, trendy-as-a-pair-of-velvet-shorts jobs, given to me by two GODLIKE bosses who took pity on me after I had to ditch my previous place of employment over comic book conflicts of interest. They’re great.

Problem is: the only thing longer than the line of hipsters praying and waiting to fill my shoes is the line of cocaine I have to snort to get through them both,

every

single

day.

I’m going batshit, Frank Miller, Bret Easton Ellis insane.

The time has come to choose, employers’ feelings be damned. Like that one time with that one baby with that King Solomon Cat, I’ve got to split the baby that is my dual-employment in twain, and…wait…that is how that story went, right?

Anyway: I’m quiting something. And it’s horrible. And it’s admitting defeat. And it’s not being grateful for extra-super-duper-employment during the worst recession in my lifetime.

I wish I could just be Dave and live at home with my mom and steal whatever I don’t get in my Hannukah stocking.

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i does. 

i fucking does loves mes somes comics

Fuck You, Mr. Binks. Fuck you in the FACE.

naw, fuck it.

yes. yes. yes. so good. it\’s a reason to live. yes.

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i had to go get my emissions tested today. man, did that suck ass. HARDCORE STYLE. However, now i’m home talking to you and making comics. I hope your “Thank-Christ-We-Slaughtered-Those-Poor-Natives Day” went well. 

I just keep going back

I’ll see anything he’s in. Don’t judge me.

I Love This Shit. God, please kill me now. Do it before i make a bigger fool of myself.

peep the funk flow,

Dave Baker

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So I’ve had these lil guys on the brain. After much hemming and hawing, I’ve decided to call them BIX. I just can’t stop thinking about what their world would be like. I back tracked a bit from last time and played around with what their childhood would be like. 

This is what i thought their baby form would look like. Due to the harsh environment that surrounds them however, this form is readily discarded for a more adaptable one. But he sure is cute!

this is the kid incarnation of the Bix. I was thinking about four or five years old maybe. These guys are used for the harvesting of food. Because they’re still kinda fluffy the elders send them down into wells full of this oil like substance and the soak it up in their hair. Then they make their way back to the surface and everybody licks the oil-sludge-stuff off of them. The whole community relies on these guys for food, but because they age so quickly the community needs to keep breeding to insure that there’ll always be Bix that are around this age.

Here’s a head shot of the kid Bix. As you can see these guys only have three teeth so they have a very limited vocabulary of whistels that they can make. Once they reach the next age they go through a “Speach” ceremony in which their toungs are split to provide enough tendrils for the amount of teeth that he will eventually have. 

This is the tweenage bix. Obviously the bacteria induced rocky spikes have started to reach the skin’s surface. This is the stage of life where the bix carve the markings into their skin to delineate them from their kinsman. During this stage their eyes also begin to move to the front of their heads as opposed to the sides. They also start losing their hair and the develope more teeth.

Now we reach the teenage segment of bix life, during this period they start to gain muscle mass rapidly, their spikes grow at increased rates, and the spike on the top of their head begin to protrude. In bix culture, when the spike bursts through the skin on the top of their heads they’re officially an adult.

Well, enough of my babeling about monsters and stuff. 

Have a nice thanksgiving.

Peep the funk flow,

Dave Baker

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is not always the best policy.

jacking off.

Sometimes a white lie can be a very good thing.  I never mean to hurt anyone, but sometimes I can’t help it. I’m honest about everything.  I hate to lie.  It corrodes the foundation of who I am.  I don’t lie.  I don’t cheat. I only steal when it’s victimless. 

But sometimes I wish I could lie.  I wish that it didn’t go against everthing I think, do and say.  It hurts to tell the truth sometimes.

To be honest, honesty is not always the best policy.  White lies are good things.

Too bad i’ll never use them.

peep the funk flow,

dave baker

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I’ve got monsters on the brain.

I’ve been flexing my monster making skills as of late so i thought i’d clue you all in to what i’ve been doing.

I’ve been toying around with the idea of a planet where the air is infested with bacteria to the extent where when these creatures breathe the bacteria breeds in their lungs and produces these rocky shapes that burst through their skin. As they age the rocks will eventually cover their entire upper body.

Their teeth are hollow and since they’ve evolved past vocal chords (their upper body is just all lung) they make music using these hollow teeth and that’s how they talk.

Their lungs are located in the area that we have our trapezius, so the their back is the first area to get the spikes. The Swirly designs are to mark the individuals of the race. I thought that since their entire top half would be covered in stone they’d need a way to tell each other apart. So when the spikes start coming through your skin you carve up you lower half as a right of passage. 

well, that’s what’s on my brain. 

so here’s some comics:

also:

I’m so fucked up that my nose started bleeding for NO reason.

im so fucking stressed out. My body was just like, ” FUCK you. You need to just chill.” i was just sitting there and my nose fucking EXPLODED. i want to die all the time. well, not die. but at least not be alive. i’ll take zombie.

yeah, zombie sounds good.

peep the funk flow,

Dave Baker

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I just saw some new footage from the new Punisher: Warzone. I looks AMAZING. i mean even check out the freaking poster!!

John Romita Jr.’s Amazing Punisher War Zone

The Real Punisher?

well, that’s that…

and now onto something slightly gay…. or just ambiguous…

Prince

Star Trek

keep an eye on the sky.

beware the little men… beware

peep the funk flow,

dave baker

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Comics?

i’ve been living in the 80’s as of late. i’ve been watching Robocop and reading Robocop novelizations, He-Man comics, TMNT, and ThunderCats. ThunderCats, now that is one show that doesn’t hold up as well as some do. However, the “ThunderCats: The Return” is amazing. If you haven’t read it, GET ON THAT. It takes place in a future where up is down, left is right, and Wilykit and WilyCat are Mum-Ra’s sex slaves. Don’t believe me? see for yourself…

pretty hot, huh? it’s not? what? don’t you judge me, america. don’t you judge.

on that note…

Snake Eyes Vs The Punisher

Truth

yeah that’s all for today… oh and keep an eye on the sky…

Aliens are here…

peep the funk flow,

dave baker

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Praise to the power of Grayskull! Great Tidings and Joy in the name of King Randor! and… may his son prince adam not be ten kinds of bitchass today.

Well kids, it looks like the Justin Marks’ Masters of the Universe: Grayskull just got a director. I take that back, It’s been announced that John Stevenson ( Kung Fu Panda) will direct a He-man movie for Joel Silver! So at this point, we don’t know if the Prince Adam movie in question is the Justin Marks epic but i’m gonna pray every night to my sword of omens that it is. John Stevenson is a fine choice, Kung Fu Panda was amazing. I loved how straight they played it. I went in expecting an awful two hours of we’re-almost-as-good-as-shrek-but-not-really, and got something completely different. I got a genuienly funny kung fu pic with animals! Everyone knows that i love serious stories told with animals. I worked on a book for six months called Monkeys In Space, for Christ’s sake. 

The Cartoon network’s show was a giant leap in the right direction and hopefully with a successful live action movie we’ll either get another tv show, some more figures or something.  

I’m so battered and beaten at this point i’ll take He-man and Trans-sexual quartet of Justice. Just gimme some more He-Man and Skeletor and maybe some Man-At-Arms.

on that note, on to the MINIS!

Midgisqautch

eazy e, biggie, and mike mignola

big foot is real, by the by.

yeah, mini comics, bigfoot, and he-man. today was a good day.

a real good day.

peep the funk flow,

dave baker

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