199 – Kitty


My ex-girlfriend had two cats when we started dating,* and they were preciously cute balls of fuzz named Sebastian and Shadow. Sebastian was a needy attention whore, so it was no trouble getting him to like me at all. The first time I was ever at her apartment, he jumped on my lap and started chewing on my beard. Shadow was not so easy and it took a long time for him to warm up to me, but when he did, I had a companion for the entirety of our relationship. However within those first few days of meeting Shadow, I gave him a nickname, and it has stuck ever since. I called him “Squee” based on the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac character. Mostly because he was a skittish, constantly frightened, timid, small cat, and when he made any noise, it sounded like a squee.

I wanted to draw something unbearably cute, and Squee was the first thing that came to mind. Obviously, not a likeness. More like the essence of Squee.

My ex and I are still incredibly good friends, but I miss not getting to see the kids.

*My ex eventually gained a third cat, an old, crotchety siamese named Mischief (also nicknamed Mogwai). Mogwai spent her first few months living with my ex hiding under the bed. Eventually she started coming out, and once we got over that barrier, she was like a little puppy (albiet an angry one) that followed me everywhere. Sadly, Mogwai passed on some months ago, and even though she was never technically my cat, the loss I felt was the same, and I miss her dearly.

198 – Black Canary


Black Canary is on my list of requests, but it’s a pretty specific request, so this doesn’t count.

Fishnets are annoying to draw.

197 – Zatanna


This was fun to draw, and I’ve always enjoyed the character of Zatanna. Probably for obvious reasons.

But, as we know, pobody’s nerfect, and I wasn’t thrilled with this drawing as it began. I redrew a small part of it and worked some photoshoppy magic to pull together a drawing I don’t really hate.

I hated her head and face in the original drawing, which you can see above on the far left. I traced it and redrew it so her facial details were more prominent and the hat was neater and smaller, which is the head next to the original. Once I placed it in photoshop on the body, it still didn’t look right, so I scaled her head up a bit, and it seemed to finally come together. What began bothering me after that was the size of her mouth, so I shrunk that down and replaced it, and voila! Hcteks devas!

I apologize for my moment of (extreme) self-indulgence.

196 – Ultimate Evil Ernie


Recently for Gutter Trash, we (I) reviewed the worst comic that I’ve ever read, Evil Ernie: War of the Dead.

There is a small part of me that thinks of Evil Ernie as a neat concept, so I drew him as if I suddenly got the rights to the character. Smiley no longer talks/is sentient, nor is he the source of Ernie’s powers. Ernie may talk to Smiley, simply because he’s an insane zombie demon.

I would pretty much strip away everything else about Evil Ernie, I would keep a version of Lady Death (but not the same one) in his backstory, but get rid of evil psychologists and parents and magical sketching abilities, and most importantly, I’d get rid of Evil Ernie/Brian Pulido’s crazy mid-80s Metal hair.

Ah, to dream.

195 – Apathy


This guy does not care for or about you.

Ok, PANIC!: Not Another Pretty Face

194 – Accusation


This guy disapproves of everything you are doing.

193 – A-Okay


I don’t know who this guy I drew is, but he assures me that everything is alright. That’s all I need to know. I trust him. Just look at him.

192 – Noogies (aka 33)


I turn 33 today.

Normally for my birthday, I usually post something in-depth, even if it’s last year’s shitty sad-sackery. I don’t have much this year. I’ve gotten over the slump I was in, sorta, but still battling my depression and my self-sabotage. I’m getting to the point where I’m ready to acknowledge that I might need some help, but not yet to the point where I actually seek out that help. I was much more interested in celebrating my Dad’s birthday last weekend than I am in my own today. I am lonely, I take advantage of and take for granted all of my friends and yet cannot appreciate that I have friends or that maybe they don’t all hate me, like I just assume that they do. But at least Adam Hughes hasn’t ruined my life this year. On the plus side, there have not been any major setbacks, and some very tiny steps forward to achieving a happier, healthier Eric, so maybe by the time I’m 35 – if I am not dead – I can start my way toward being a grown-up.

Anyway, in the spirit of looking up and looking ahead, I drew something that made me chuckle as I sketched it.

191 – Falcon