A couple of months ago, my wife and I visited Canmore with a friend.
I sketched the mountains during this time, but worked on the comics during coffee breaks the week after we returned to Regina. The dog poop story is true, and the bunny love comic is probably true, knowing bunnies and their penchant for intercourse.
Here is a collection of tiny paneled strips from my sketchbook:
In case it isn’t obvious the second last panel of Facial Profile Adventures is a guy offering drugs under a trench coat. Law enforcement officers will never think to look there!
There is going to be a delay in posting the Daily Sketchbook Comics for the next week or two. By the time you read this, I will hopefully be en route to White River Junction, preparing to attend the Center for Cartoon Studies.
There will be many things on my mind during this time. Like where to get a mattress, how to transport a mattress without a truck, or why sleeping on a hardwood floor in an empty apartment is so uncomfortable. One thing that will also be on my mind is finding an inexpensive used scanner so that I can keep uploading the Dailies each week.
Judging from everything I’ve heard and read, the first few months at CCS will be a rigorous cartoon boot camp. I can only assume that there is some sort of obstacle course in which one has to scale a wall using only a rope, while trying to carry an open bottle of ink on one’s head and simultaneously quoting Scott McCloud.
I definitely plan on continuing the Daily Sketchbook Comics, but it may be a couple of weeks before I have the time and means to upload them. In the meantime, I may become one of those guys who spends all day tweeting his clever observational witticisms in at a cafe with free wi-fi.
I truly appreciate those who read my comics every week. This has been an enriching exercise for me, and it means the world to me that an increasing number of people visit the site each week to read about the shit I think before bed.
Check back soon for more…
Below is a half-hearted attempt at an animal alphabet, which I include here only because it includes a kat and Oh Quack … not to mention some sad attempts to draw Sherman from memory.
I also had fun drawing a bunch of different faces saying the same thing with different expressions:
The first page was drawn while visiting my friend Graeme Zirk, a stand-up comic and cartoonist; a comic who draws comics. The second page was done while hanging with some of Regina’s local comics guys on Free Comic Book Day.
The tuff guys were an attempt to break my habit of drawing the same three male characters: guy with glasses, bald guy with glasses, and fat bald guy.
Window gazing on a lazy Saturday morning, coffee shop drawings, and thoughts of pixels…
The 8-bit comic was re-done for one of my dailies, but I think I like this version better.
This is likely to be the last Prairie Dog I do before I make the move to Vermont and begin classes at the Center for Cartoon Studies. Time allowing, I’d still like to do stuff for Prairie Dog while I’m away, but it will probably be less frequent.
This was a fun cover to work on because the editor wanted everything to be hand-drawn, including all the text and the Prairie Dog flag itself.
Sadly I fucked up everything with a lower-case ‘e’ by somehow managing to forget the ‘e’ ‘Sainte-Marie. I fixed it in the image below to pad my bruised, oozing, comatose ego.
This completely kills this cover for me for three reasons:
- Proper spelling banishes evil spirits to the land of hungry ghosts.
- My parents named me Dakota because they liked Buffy Sainte-Marie, and she named her son Dakota … I feel like I should know that shit.
- A girl who liked my comics used to email me wanting to hang out and she spelled my name ‘Dakoda’ every single time. It drove me crazy, and many evil hungry ghosts snuck through the veil of the living during those dark days, let me tell you.
Anyway, also included in this issue is a new Dennis: The Poor Little Poor Boy strip, which can be found on the Dennis page.
Your hands are like dogs, going to the same places they’ve been. You have to be careful when playing is no longer in the mind but in the fingers, going to happy places. You have to break them of their habits or you don’t explore; you only play what is confident and pleasing.
- Tom Waits
When drawing in my sketchbook I always struggle with this. It becomes too easy to just draw the same things over and over again– the things that worked once or twice.
So to shake things up a little, I’ve taken to drawing spontaneous and quick comic strips. Usually they start with a title or an image, and then I have to quickly complete them for good or bad.
Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn’t.
Other times I draw characters from Zelda instead of Mario.
A couple more sketchbook pages…
I observed the dude in the kilt and fishnet hose in a coffee shop. Then he got into the most beat-up farm truck I’ve ever seen.
Also, I found out that Velociraptors probably had pretty feathers.
It was also moustache time apparently.

















