Workin’ out with Lil’ Fuckup
Every day is leg day with Lil’ Fuckup.
My cupcake knows what’s about to go down.
Bewaaare the fiscal responsibility of THE BUUUUDGET WIIITCH!!
Mercy for Lil’ Fuckup?
Hell is other people at an Apple Store — Precog Sartre
Lookin’ Good, Lil’ Fuckup
No Sleep for Lil’ Fuckup
Hah! Oh, that Lil’ Fuckup!
Sometimes I just sit in front of the Cintiq and open up Sketchbook Pro because when you do, your entire screen is this glaring field of white, and something about that makes me want to just start scrawling over it to change the scenery. It’s what I usually open up before taking more polished plans into Manga Studio or Photoshop. What I usually end up with is stuff that I don’t necessarily want to draw but just seeps out, like garbage from tiny holes poked into an overloaded hefty bag.
I can usually tell when it’s time to stop because I find myself laboring over something, and it’s like some giant hunk of trash has plugged up the hole.
Shortly after I did that Lil’ Fuckup comic. Maybe that little guy on the lower left is a proto-fuckup.