fat-kidneyed rascal!

	Tack in the Peephole Any serious discussion of the oeuvre of “Skifeets” Sophistrie-Weaving must begin with the fragmentary work “Tackin’ the Peephole.” Skifeets drew these first of his mature strips while living under a bridge in San Francisco. He maintained that the characters came to him in a dream. When asked what the strips were about he said only “things to come,” while waving his hands in a vaguely menacing way. One strip is finished and in the other the characters speak only in empty word balloons. It is as if he is asking the viewer, “what do you think they’re saying?”
	BLACKOUT! In “Blackout” we are introduced to more of the characters who will populate Skifeet's late masterpiece “Those Nutty Beatniks.” This short work showcases the artist’s ability to fill in the background real neat without getting anything too much outside the lines. It is possible that the genesis of this work is a time when Skifeets himself had his lights go off, but, like any great artist, he transforms his personal tragedy into the stuff of art - symbol, metaphor, allegory.
	At the Cedar Tavern If you ask me, this one is just stupid. Stupid ending, stupid premise, stupid drawing. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Inexplicably, this was one of Skifeets favorite comics. Just goes to show – as Clement Greenberg said – there’s nobody quite, “as stupid as a painter.” Anyway, the characters in this strip never appear again and the shit they do seems motivated by some joke to which the rest of us are not party. Typical pretentious artist shit. One night, Skifeets tried to defend this crap to me, “you’re missing the point,” he said, “that’s Jackson Pollack and that’s Willem De Kooning.” Like hearing the stupid names he made up for them would make a difference to me.
	Mundus Subterraneus The first (or, possibly, the second) of Skifeets two rambling, unfinished masterpieces. Some have maintained that the main character, Volute Harrumph, is a doppelganger for the artist, but I say, “no way, dude,” because Skifeets went to Yale, not Columbia. Sorry. Whether it was because of fear of litigation or simple overreaching, his abandonment of Mundus Subterraneous set the stage for the creation of his masterwork, “Those Nutty Beatniks.” Or, possibly, it was the other way around.
	Don't Waste Time in Mourning, Organize! Skifeets sole foray into politics was this children’s book about IWW labor leader Joe Hill The illustrations reflect real incidents in Hill's life (click here for more), but the text Skifeets wrote to accompany the images is a bizarre conversation between Joe Hill and God about 1980’s punk bands: JH: Minor Threat? G-d: Don’t get me started about those sanctimonious pricks. There’s a special place in Hell reserved for that Ian McKay. JH: You have control over that? G-d: What? JH: Hell? G-d: Who said that? JH: You did! G-d: I think that’s a little outside the scope of this interview. I agreed to talk about the American DIY movement, not H E double hockey sticks. JH: Ha! I’ve never heard that expression before. G-d: No? Where have you been? JH: Dead, remember! G-d: Yes, yes – and I said I was sorry! I suggested that we leave this book off the website and just claim someone else drew it, but, as you can see, I was out-voted.
	Those Nutty Beatniks This (possibly) final comic strip is the culmination of Skifeets creative efforts and the apotheosis of his style. Maybe.
	Mullah Badullah An unsolicited propoganda tract prepared for the Taliban. Skifeets described it as, "the tragic story of a man of high principles corrupted by western society." The title is believed to be the result of his mishearing the name Mullah Dadullah, the chief of the Taliban military.
	Law School Funnies A clear forgery.