An attempt at class, foiled by brachioradialis.

Experimenting with a new pen. Here's a little practice comic.

Tried to put on gloves the other day, but I couldn't get them over my Popeye-style forearms.

Curse those cheerful bastards and their precious "exercise".

High fives: a panacea.

It's amazing how much physical pain one will endure for the sake of some high-fivin'.

Also, here's a little sketch I didn't have time to color in. 

I see this guy at the gym. Every. Day.