The Adventures of the Low-T. Rex: Strain in Vain

The second installment of The Adventures of the Low-T. Rex finds our hero protagonist struggling to bench a light load at the gym, when he’s distracted by the arrival of the High-T. Rex, who crushes it despite his itty-bitty arms.

Acute observers may note that the Low-T. Rex’s shirt is the same pink as his little bow tie, and the High-T. Rex’s sweatbands are in fact the same. This is because, despite his intimidating go-for-it vibe and insensitivity to LTR’s obvious insecurity, he is basically a good dude, and they have a lot in common. For example — they’re both Tyrannosaurus rex! Their common sauranity is indicated by the shared hue. Color as character: you didn’t know this whole strip was secretly an M. Night Shyamalan joint.

Click on the sobbing Low-T. Rex below to read our tragedy of embarrassment and woe.

The tyrannosaurus rex comforts his low-testosterone buddy
Most of the huge guys at the gym are actually quite nice and eager to share their knowledge, I’ve found

The Adventures of the Low-T. Rex: Top-Shelf Blues

Hello, friends! Are you a fan of dinosaurs? Sure, we all are. Are you a fan of my drawing? Odds are not, but on the other hand, here you are, so maybe this is your opportunity to become one via the first installment of The Low-T. Rex over at MEL magazine. Written by Nick Leftley, this ongoing webcomic chronicles the daily struggle of a dinosaur dealing with depression, insecurity, and low testosterone levels. It’s hard to be king of the dinosaurs when you can’t even master shopping for groceries.

If Low-T. Rex (or even regular T. rex, since he shows up too) isn’t your thing, you can check out more of my regular strip drawings at Reaping Profit or She’s Famous Now, which I swear to you I will one day resume when I can pay myself as much as MEL does.

Low-T. Rex smashing
Low-T. Rex gets sad and frustrated, just like you, but with bloodier results

How to Damn a Movie in Three Words

From the gleeful schadenfreude of this Guardian review of Serenity comes this brutal slice at the — apparently very bad film’s– knees in one proper noun and its least relevant / most pertinent adjective:

The arrival of Baker’s femme fatale ex-wife Karen (Anne Hathaway, blonde) 

Whoof. Don’t ever let me on your bad side, Charles Bramesco.

Sketchy Saturday bar drawings: Tinkering with Blackbird’s mask

Just an old doodle kicking around designs for Blackbird, as a plurality of my bar drawings tend to do. The idea was that these guys get their models upgraded no matter where they are via subdimensional signal. When improvements are designed, their system gets sent a new molecular configuration because their shell is supersmart metal.

…I should probably never get high.

There are more than 13 ways of looking at a Blackbird, apparently.