Birthday Street 365 “The Gravest of Robbings”
May 17, 2013 — I recently closed out my twenty-eighth sketchbook (meaning I stopped drawing in it). But before placing it in the ol’ barbecue pit, I figured I’d post a page out of it. I decided on this melty house because all the other drawings were of dragons riding unicycles while juggling naked women holding baseball cards with a dirty word in them. SO freaking boring.
Birthday Street 363 “Wrong The Rights”
Posted on: May 8, 2013 by Bearskinrug
Birthday Street 361 “Happy Deathday”
Birthday Street 359 “Short End Of The Wish”
A List Apart 374: Two new illustrations for A List Apart are live! Check out Even Better In-Browser Mockups with Node.js and Node at Work: A Walkthrough now!
Birthday Street 357 “Cat Back In The Bag”
Posted on: April 17, 2013 by Bearskinrug
Birthday Street 355 “Plight Of The Bumble Bee”
April 8, 2013 — After many a month, Bearskinrug has relaunched with a new face. Here you can find all the work I put out into the world. Browse through the stream of comics, sketches, tweets, and illustrations I’ve generated since closing the previous Bearskinrug, view the various projects I’ve worked on, or treat yourself to a book that I’ve produced. I’m sure you’ll find something you like! Or, if not, I’m sure you’ll find something you don’t like. It’s a win/win for you!
But before you close this window and return to that BuzzFeed list of the top 87 celebrities who hate pineapple, I would be remiss if I did not thank those who made this site possible. First, my endless thanks go to Matt Kircher, who took my lifeless .psd’s and zapped them into existence, and then had to grin and bear it as I tinkered under the hood in my clumsy fashion. I assure you, if you find something askew, it is probably my doing. Thanks also to Daniel Mall, Greg Serault, and Ashley Steigerwalt, who pitched in last minute when I needed some more coding help. And finally, thanks to brave folk who gave me feedback on the site, Kimlan Cornell, Matt Sutter, Jason Santa Maria, Peter Dalkner, Kirk Peterson, and Rob Weychert.
Now, with that out of the way, I bid you a fond adieu. Which is french for, I’m totally going to eat a bunch of pie and Benadryl and zonk out for 17 hours.