I'm told that most of the employees in our screen printing department were hired off the street. So it doesn't surprise me that one of the supervisors is, in fact, one of the living dead. He shambles about with his sunken beedy little eyes and filthy shirt, scarcely seen in our part of the plant. Which is good, the guy really creeps me out.

Prepare to be Dazzled!

Office hijinks were once like a sport to us. Nary a day went by that we didn't play a joke on someone. Even if it was just scaring Ron so badly that he spilled his tea all over himself. (Kudos, Greggycakes!)

But this little gem was a brainchild of my very own. I'd had the idea for some time, just germinating in the malicious waters of my nether brain. It festered there for quite a while. Fortunately my lovely wife played a part in making it happen. In a way you could really blame her. I mean she bought the dazzles from the store. So really, all I did was make use of the product in a way that was both entertaining and frustrating. Frustrating for Matt.

I dazzled his mouse so hard you could scarcely look at it in that luscious phosphorescent lighting we have in our basement-like office. It gleamed for yards around. It was glorious. Full of chuckles, we returned early in the morning to see Matt's reaction. He seemed to think it best to downplay his outrage and not indulge our childishness. So he simply traded his mouse with a spare in the office. But a good laugh was had by all. Except Matt.

Two Gun Wood

Alright kids! Time to meet Salesman Wood! He's a big time player. Apparently he's single handedly staved off a Yakuza invasion of the printing industry in Ohio!

Iron Fist

I guess this is the first drawing I've posted that I put more than a passing effort into. Looks like I was trying to do too much though. Less is more. Keep it simple stupid. These are lessons we must all learn. Aside from that I do rather like the pose. I've enjoyed doing some Iron Fist drawings of late. Especially his new costume. Sleek and simple.

Meet Matt

Quasi-Matt-O. Mattholomew. Bap-Man. O'Cracken. He's known by many names. As the youngest of our little coven of shenanigannaires Matt is like our little brother. We can be pretty merciless when we pick on him, but don't think you can waltz in and do the same.
Brent, one of the pressmen at our printshop, one day remarked that Matt's hair looked like a bird had nested in it. And it gave me the opportunity to add some levity to something of a life-doodle. This is a pretty accurate pose. Matt sitting deep in thought. I wonder if he's on Playstation.com or checking on his Netflix?