REVEAL!

Dobri! Comic 4. Now I'm back in a comfortable place: the badinage of sarcastic friends. I am really enjoying this new style of comicing; the tablet plus Photoshop makes for a zesty composition experience. I'm going to have to be careful - this is some of the most fun I've had while drawing, and finals are breathing down my neck, and not amorously.

As with any comic series that circumvents the bland universal appeal of Garfield (wait, is he fat AND lazy? Jim Davis your shit is wound TIGHT), this baby is going to have some esoteric medical humor. I'll let any head-scratchers off the hook just this once: Oxytocin is the archetypal mommy hormone, and levels rise tremendously during birth and lactation. The lesser known and more notorious spike occurs during orgasm. Watch out ladies...you can't fake out a hematologist.

The fairy is a fairy. Her name is Leigh Lee.

At least it's not a catgirl.

Comic 3! So I splurged a bit today and drew more than I should have. But you need a critical mass to detonate a nuclear warhead, and comics follow much the same principles. Two more characters, and lots of words. Guess whom the feline is based on.

A clivus in the hand...

Happy day! Comic numero dos. Let's see how long this "shading" business lasts. Beginnings of comic strips are great fun - character introductions! I won't say too much about these peeps, as I'm just getting to know them myself. Suffice is to say, this is the first but definitely not the last time you will see them.

Anatomy lab was a bucket of fun/viscera.

In the Beginning, there was the Word. And the word was "omphaloskepsis." Go look it up.

Once more into the breach, o brothers and sisters. This marks my second foray into comicing. Comic stripping? Stripping. All Real Numbers is but a memory, a whispered echo of some dream in deepest winter, sparked by scintillating...stuff. And so I press on, like a banker who has lost all his daughters to snakebite and cholera on the Oregon trail, I press on to Omphaloskepsis! My newest and most recent comic, presented live on the InterWeb. Now in THX surround sound and Technicolor.

I had an inkling that I would draw comics again, having had such a blast on the first odyssey. The med school schedule has proven to be cumbersome and unwieldly for consistent art projects, and so I buried the intimation. However, Jenny asked me to draw a medically-themed comic for a publication for QCOM, and it got me all nostalgic 'n' shit. So I produced the comic above, the new face of my humor. No refunds for claims of the putative "new humor" being very similar to the "old humor." Not without a receipt, of course.

Omphaloskepsis will be a medical school and medical-world-in-general comic strip, because as the muse said, you write what you know. In all likelihood, it will spiral off to various madnesses, as my insanity is no longer checked by moveable-typeface editors. I hope to post a comic or two during slow weeks, at least one new one per week. This is my goal; I want to stick to it, but don't be surprised if gaps appear. My studies can be ignored for only so long before they bristle and start gurgling, "braaaiiiinnnss..." Since all writing, sketching, and inking are done on the tablet PC now, I hope that the process will be expedited.

At any rate, I have a new comic! Hope you like it.