I had the yellow one in college.

Excerpt from Ceramic page 9. #altcomics

Straw-use in the comics...

And I, you, and he; and we, ye, and they, are all bats; and I’m a crow

Danny Markin Diary, 7/5/25: We're moving back to the Middlewest. I might start drawing regularly again. I think I saw a weasel today. I keep thinking it's 2006.

i don't like robert crumb and i wish picturebox was still publishing

The Animals, They Speak! Episode 2: "Fauntleroy and the Chancellor"

"The Animals, They Speak Words! Episode 1: Goosens Toonder and Lessus Moore"

Salt Mines Comic Book No. 1, Page 1 || A Danny Markin Comic Book || A Comic Book For You ~ A Comic Book For Me

I don't know. #altcomics

I drew hundreds of pages of comics on this as a kid between 1996 and 1998 or so. It was my sacred, happy ground. It had animated cows at the press of a button. You could make easy comics grids if you were like me and had a learning disability that prevented you from understanding rulers. A treasure.

I've drawn a comic strip in called "Horror of the Gag" since 2012. I'll do it until I die. It's meant to be a meandering exercise in spontaneous writing. Here are two recent strips from this week, parts 21 and 22 of a story in progress. #altcomics

It's true... I am embarrassed. But that's very kind! I might make a little book of these recent neurotic bunny strips.

Recent Horror of the Gag strips.

Is this headline from a 1994 issue of Gamepro a "When Harry Met Sally" reference?

My name is Dane Charles Martin; I work menial labor customer service jobs, and I like Moby Dick and candy.

I wish people would give up insisting that "clarity" is important in comics. It seems like an untrue scam to try to make more money and keep people in line, pumping out products. My favorite things in the world are beautifully murky and unclear.

This is my favorite social media account I've ever seen.

I hate doing almost anything, I'm sorry.

Glimpses of a hell to look forward to.

So much yimmering, so much yammering. The internet is a dead light-up horse, eyes aglow. I can't believe I am addicted to something I hate so much. I have a lot of deep scratches on my telephone screen from when I throw it at the wall.

Horror of the Gag No. 1013: "The Miasma Store, Part Twelve"

Horror of the Gag No. 1012: "The Miasma Store, Part Eleven"

I highly recommend this Egg Money Quilts Youtube playlist. Have fun. Thank you.

A comic I made about Dane Martin for Portuguese anarchist newspaper A Batalha. I greatly enjoy and respect Dane Martin, who seems to have left social media (and the internet in general). I hope he’s doing well and wish him the best, though I wish I could read more of his comics.

Several pages from Sketchbook 2025 No. 1.

"There is something I would like to say to you, Suzie. No one can know about this. It happened like that earlier. I was speaking about the other night. I have known since I was seven."

From Skin of the Sun page 75.

I have gotten rid of the majority of my books and possessions lately (I never had the organization skills or finances of a collector), but I can't see myself disposing of my bootleg Jim Tyer collection from Gwandanaland. His faces are straight from a troubled soul looking back at a broken world.

Someone once told me "the ghost-pressings of the pen on the back of the page tell you where the flaws are." I can't remember who it was, and it might have been myself. I'm not sure if this rule applies to my all-flaws drawing style.

Trying out the one-panel-per-page format partially as a tribute to Mark Beyer, the cartoon master.

My first "long story" is going to open up soon, and it will become very meandering and exploratory while asking a lot of "the reader." I think the only comics I truly like are ones that take you on a confused journey of emotional isolation and internal indulgence of an individual unhealthy mind.

My entire childhood (and presenthood). Skin of the Sun panel 82.

Who is ready for me to start a Twitch channel where I play only "Toonstruck?"

My Instagram was hacked and deleted immediately. I guess I'm not allowed to exist. It's good to know. I most likely shouldn't be showing comics in public at all. The Bad Fates tell me this every day in various ways. I see them making fun of me when I open the ice box.

I'm thinking about this gentleman today instead of that boring pedestrian holiday.

Salt Mines Industrial Instructions II