Bad Cartoonist

I was wandering through a local library when I saw this book on display, just *begging* to be loved by a Jeff.



Cartoon Cool... This looks promising. When I opened it up, one of the first sketches I saw was of a guy with a coffee mug. "This is mine," I happily purred.

Of course, skill is not born overnight. I figured my pathetic scratchings were amusing enough to share. (Book drawings on the left, my sketches on the right)

The title of this drawing in the book was "Sultry Female", or somesuch. Mine didn't turn out "Sultry".



Mine looks like a lizard-fish-alien hybrid. She's coming for your soul!

And this... Oh my. This happy little lady was admiring a dress, but I had to stop sketching when the giggles took over.



"Pardon me, ma'am. Is that a headband, or are you actually being stapled to a cardboard box right now?"

I had to add a cape to this happy fellow, because my wife couldn't tell what he was doing.



Also of note, my wife asked, "What is that ball-thing in his hand?" "That *is* his hand," I explained. I'm bad at hands. So I practiced.



I'm still bad at hands.

There was one drawing I did that turned out more or less OK, however.



I call him, "Dr. Sbaitso." :)