Showing posts with label Justin Bieber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Justin Bieber. Show all posts

Monday, September 20, 2010

Terminated.



Ganked from Julia Segal's Tumblr.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Justin Bieber Gets Hit With A Grenade

Monday, August 23, 2010

The Justin Bieber Show!



From Harry Partridge, The same guy who made Saturday Morning Watchmen. Also, Nicolas Cage Wants Cake.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Monday, June 28, 2010

Warming Up Your Sketch Hand With John Kricfalusi



Here is a series of guided cartoonist warm-up exercises from John K's blog. Also, above is a picture of Justin Bieber, drawn by him. Because why not.

Monday, May 17, 2010

The Mountain Goats Will Cure Your Bieber Fever Dot Com



It's like the URL equivalent of Trapper Keeper art (Justin Bieber FTL, Mountain Goats FTW!), and makes about as much sense, but I'm fine with that.

So, Um, Is This That Justin Bieber Thing I Keep Hearing About On The Cable TV?

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Seriously, is it? I'm frightened and confused now...

Monday, April 26, 2010

Lord Knows I'm Not A Fighting Man, But I Want To Punch This Shirt To Death.



You know what, the existence of this Justin Bieber/Black Flag t-shirt makes me think that I may be getting too old for the internet. I think I've reached some sort of irony threshhold, and this definitely crosses it. I'm not exactly sure how though, strangely enough. If I had seen a character in a comic or cartoon with this logo on their shirt, I would have appreciated the irony and laughed. When I first saw the picture I assumed it was a mildly humorous photoshop. Apparently, however, the fact that this is an actual thing and you can buy it rubs me the wrong way.

I think it's because I now have to confront the fact that someone somewhere is going to buy this. Maybe even wear it. This isn't the same as wearing a worn-out thrift store Color Me Badd or Kenny G shirt ironically. This isn't even the same as wearing one of those fake thrift-store t-shirts that have been infuriating me for about a decade. This is worse somehow, and what makes it even harder to deal with is that I can't exactly put my finger on why.

Get the hell off my lawn.

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