Nurples.

I'm officially recharged. With Christmas officially taking a hike to next year, I feel like I finally have some time to sit back, relax, AND START DRAWING MORE NAKED LADIES!!!


I've noticed that I've been sorta swaying away from the cartoony stuff lately. Big cartoony boobies are fun and all, but serious, stare you down boobies are even better.
Hope everyone got some cool stuff for Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Waka Waka

Here, below my jibberish are 2 new prints and an update to a sketch which has driven me insane over the last week. "Beso" is sort of getting back in the design direction which I wanna go. Whereas "Pond" is my personal favorite. It's one of the only designs where I really didn't have to fuss with, except the translation of the words, which means "my beautiful woman" en espanol. All of these prints are in an ongoing show, so lemme know if you want any of them, and I'll be sure to snag one for ya. You can email me here: mmurdock777@yahoo.com or visit my Myspace at: http://myspace.com/mmurdock777
Hope everyone had a bonerific Halloween!

cZ!

Sketchbooks for $ale

So, I've got a few Dirt Merchants sketchbooks left for sale. It's a compilation book of about seven artists, including yours truly. To be honest, it's not going to change your world perspective or anything, but it's great bathroom material if you wanna check out what the cool kids in Orange County are up to.
Heh.
All sketchbooks include a free head drawing of whatever character you can think of.

$10 bucks American.

You can email me here for more info.

Poo Poo Kaka

First off, I have no new art to post, nor do I have anything blindingly important to say. So if you're short on time, need to brush your teeth, or hungry, I suggest you command Q this on the double.

In this post, I just want to list three things that make me smile at the moment.

First in this list is:
1.
The Royal Tenenbaums.
More specifically, this scene. Let me just say, that I've seen this movie about a ka-trillion times, and still, every time, this scene gets me. Maybe it's just that no movie (other than Amelie) has really captured exactly how it feels to be completely in love. This is love in all its gushy, mushy, goodness, and I love it.
While I'm at it, here's a couple more scenes that make me wish I was Wes Anderson.




2.


Wahoos Fish Tacos.

You know, I've eaten alot of fish tacos over my life, and let me just say these aren't even close to the best. BUT, everything else here is tits. In all honestly, I could probably live off of the shrimp burritos and guacamole. Seriously, like...bearded and on a deserted island and everything.
True story...
I was trying to get the customer of the month award. The employees told me that I would have to come in everyday for a month. Once I did this, I could have a poloroid picture of myself up at the register with a nifty customer of the month border around it.
I went in twice a day and lasted 2 weeks.
Looking back, I have no regrets. I could've done it, but at 20 bucks a day, the habit was getting a little to rich for my blood. I'll train more in November.

3.


And finally, Double sided Scotch tape.

It's sticky, and I'm tired.

Hope everyone has their costumes picked out!

Boom Cha Ka Laka

Awesome night indeed.
I just got back from seeing Morrissey at the Palladium here in Los Angeles. I must say, that these years have served the big Moz very nicely. He was in top form and eager to rip off his shirt at a moments notice (I counted three times in the span of 30 minutes).
S' still got it.

Another treat was hanging out with frontman Cedric Bixler of the bands At the Drive in/Mars Volta. For those that know me, you know that I've been a huge ATDI fan, since near puberty, and seeing him again was pure, unadulterated awesomeness.

Then the kicker.
I lost my Roscoes Chicken and Waffle virginity tonight. You know, in my 26 years here on planet Earth, I never once even entertained the idea of actually going to this joint. I mean, I've paid homage to every other internationally famous L.A. dives, like Mel's, Pink's, King Taco, Puffy Taco, Johnny's...ect....but never this one. I really don't know why. Maybe the idea of it just seemed to literal to me. I mean, it's literally, a piece of chicken, and a waffle. But let me be the one to tell all of you non believers that it's probably the single best piece of chicken and waffle you'll ever have. I still can't put my finger on what was actually so damn good about it. Maybe it was that i was drunk as balls, or maybe it was that it was on the house, but it's certainly the best L.A. dive that this kid has been to. Oh. And the greens were delicious.

Anyways, after that, I came home bloated and satisfied and finished up a character sketch I'm doing for a comic book I'm working on.
As seen here:



Yay!

Mornin wake up sketches

Print International Student Competition

Here's a few designs that I submitted for the student competition for Print Magazine. Though I really enjoyed all of them, only one was accepted. Funny thing about this cover was that I had the toughest time getting started on it. I was having the worst block of my life with this one, so instead of brainstorming, or even researching, I started looking at internet porn. For some reason, I think that searching for porn sparks some sort of instinctual hunting/gathering sensation passed down from my cavemen forefathers. Either that, or I just like looking at beautiful women. Needless to say, this is what I ended up with.

And here are the loosers (not in my heart)


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Let's shack up, ahem.

If I could marry one tool from Painter, it would have to be the glow tool.

Shel my bell

Goddamnit, I hate green beans, but I love this book.

Now go loose yourself, pinches.

Glitter

I guess I never really understood.
I was always under the impression that every living being on this planet eats, digests, then shits. Always in that order, always mandatory. It was a fact that was so seemingly obvious that I never actually second guessed it, that is, until today.
A girl at school made a bold, yet alluring claim. She informed me that women, i.e. girls...don't flatulate. She informed me that when a lady has to "pass gas", she does so just like you and me, but instead of hot, and even sometimes rotten oders, glitter emerges out of the rectum instead.

This was a daunting thought, given my beliefs beforehand. I never, not even in my most feverish dreams thought that sparkles of fairy dust was made from the rotting food of these girls.

Girls are awesome!

So anyways, here's a cowboy I drew one time.

r to the r.

Yes, it's been awhile. I've been under the radar for the better part of the last 5 months. I won't bore you with my lackluster exploits, but we'll just say I'm all the more closer in finally accepting my role as an adult human male in this mundane society. I work to pay for my car, which gets me to work , which pays for my car, which gets me to work, ect. You get the point. Geh. This is really depressing.
Let me start over.
Below, is one of my most favoritest artists of all time...the always surprising, never dull, Ragnar!
















In all honesty, I think I would have his babies if I could somehow harness just a small bit of his powers.
Anyways, if you wanna check out more of his stuff, just tap your heels together and click here!