It’s My Party and I’ll Drink in the Midday if I Want To

July 15, 2009

Today I turned 34 and I’m celebrating appropriately with La Fin Du Monde at 1pm. Thirty-three was a tumultuous year for me, but a good one nonetheless. From living with my girl and cat in sweltering LA heat with a corporate job and driving more...

Inside the Mind of Dave Roche

June 18, 2009

Dave Roche recently visited Chicago and penciled this genius comic. Between guffaws, I managed to ink and scan it in:

The Future of My Combover

April 16, 2009

Watching Synecdoche has renewed my faith in talking American humans. What a mindfuck of a movie — typical Kaufman. Brought a whole new meaning to laughing ‘til tears. I kept finding myself guffawing at the most inappropriate of moments. In many ways...

Eyeball Treats Power Planet Earth

April 14, 2009

It’s amazing how crafty the computer-machine is at distracting you from getting work done. I can sit in front of this thing for hours and step away, confused, wondering what just happened. I’ll run in from the kitchen to find a track on iTunes...

How I Learned To Miss The Wheelbarrow

April 04, 2009

Me in five years. I often try to compare webdesign with more established crafts. It doesn’t work. It’s just too young. There’s also the common conception that any 14-year-old with a few liters of Mountain Dew can make a website over the...

Ticketmaster Can Suck It

March 10, 2009

I’m very excited about this: But I was not very excited about this: The ten dollar “convenience charge” is a load of crisp bull hockey. I want to say they should just hide that and make it part of the ticket price from the get-go, but I...

My Tender Biomechanical Osseointegration

February 15, 2009

I have a fake tooth in my head. I was born missing one maxillary lateral incisor. My mom rationalized this modification, implanted when I was 13, with “what if you wanted to become an actor?” Surely this was done with good intentions. But now I...

The Patsy Clown

January 26, 2009

I have many stories brewing, slowly piecing themselves together, connected by page after page of giant brainstorm (no, not like Tracy Jordan’s) blobs with high-falutin’ concepts that don’t really translate to anything. And with two large web...

Women Expect Him

January 20, 2009

I didn’t intend for this to look quite so Christophe Blain, I swear, but I sure enjoyed drawing it. Perhaps I can pull it away on the next page. I should do an anthology of 40 one page comic starts like this. I guess some could go for 2 or...

The Girl Who Used Two Sheets Of TP

January 18, 2009

I mentioned on flickr that I’m going to have a comics section soon here on natebeaty.com, and why not? I mean, I code complex websites all day, and my personal site has turned into a ridiculously simplistic online journal that I could get out of...

Tricking Myself Into Enjoying Drawing Comics

January 15, 2009

My plan to post a comic every day has been almost successful, but at the expense of a terrible sleep schedule. So I’m trying to cancel that out. (I just mumbled “fuck it’s almost 2!” as I typed that, ha!) I have a story I’m trying to flesh out...

Le Nano Faucet

January 10, 2009

I pencilled and inked this at Aaron’s watching Netflix dinosaur bugs while sipping Jack Daniels. Then, after a slow walk home at 3am (it had snowed considerably in the time I was drinking and drawing), I colored it at 4:30-5am. Am I trying...

Omar In His Purple-Tinted Room

January 09, 2009

Spreading out to a little longer story. I always have such a hard time deciding on coloring, and this one is certainly no exception. On the next few pages I’ll play around and may come back to this page. Yes, I missed a day. Working until 8pm...

Killer Grandmas, Nate Yorke and Tuff Guy the Clown Boxer

January 07, 2009

I didn’t mean for this to turn out so gothic, or to make myself look like Thom Yorke. Mostly just fussing with the nib, this odd creation was the victim. The snow is returning to Chicago, I’m happy to say. I’m sad I can’t zip around on...

Angels’ Microsoft

January 05, 2009

I’ve never been a big fan of talking heads comics, but then again — are there any fans? Not much to look at for a reader, and the artist has to draw the same thing over and over. I tried to entertain myself with this one with the loony...

Killing Human Bugs

January 03, 2009

A conversation I found in an old sketchbook, converted to comics while waiting for a gross dinner. I had a goal to publish a post every day in January but I already fucked up for day two. I’ll make it up to you, dear 13 readers, I swear to god.

Drop It!

December 05, 2008

It struck me the other day how I am endlessly interfacing with gadgets for most of the day. And among those, the iPhone is such a mixed blessing. I have learned to really, really appreciate and voraciously use the Google Maps app on my oldskool...

Upstream Route 66

November 30, 2008

31 hours of driving later, I’m sitting in 3 more layers of clothing across the US, listening to the Dead Kennedys in Aaron’s new Chicago pad. I have to wait until Monday to get my keys as the real estate office is closed for turkey/genocide day. I...

En Route to Chicago

November 25, 2008

I highly doubt any of my 15 readers don’t know this already, but if you’re late to the game and somehow check my website, I’m heading out to move to Chicago today. I’ll of course have my mobile on me, but for any computer-related work, I’m...

Into the Cold

November 23, 2008

Behind me is the ever-present, raspy, monotonous blather of traffic along Los Feliz. My worldly belongings are strewn about the livingroom, or at least what survived my latest purging as I pack for my 22nd move in the last 15 years. Before every...

Ode to Oin

November 11, 2008

I’m sad to say I’ve finally given up hope that Oin was possibly on some sort of epic personal journey and that he’d return home as he has nightly for the last nine years, often injured from battles yet still ready to deliver a...

Confused as a Proud American

November 06, 2008

When I stopped by my local overstocked California liquormart to take home my six-pack and Silver Patrón, the man at the counter said “HAHA! GREAT NIGHT TO BREATHE EASY! THE FUCKING NAZIS ARE FINALLY GONE!” He had just given away his last newspaper...