I've got a few more Scarecrow paintings. The figure ended up being a little skinnier than I wanted.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
More Scarecrow Paintings
I've got a few more Scarecrow paintings. The figure ended up being a little skinnier than I wanted.
Friday, June 5, 2009
General Grimm
Here's a larger version of panel 2 of today's Star Stream page. (click the thumbnail or "read more" to see the larger file)![]()
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Review: Zuda Roundup May 2009
Cubicles
Life gets dangerous in the far future. Wally is dealing with overbearing mangers, the boss’s daughter, and corporate takeovers. Besides all that there are galactic squids, genetic mutants, and space pirates.
Interesting premise with some entertaining characters, it kinda reminds me of Office Space in outer-space. I don't really feel like it belongs in the "big leagues" on Zuda.
Flowing Wells
An Ice-Age, Zombies, Aliens, Monsters, The Plague, suburban sprawl…Nothing seems to fazes these folks from Flowing Wells anymore.
Every so often there comes along a webcomic that's just so fucking incredibly bad I wanna beat the shit out of a bus load of Nuns. Whoever gave this son-of-a-bitch a pencil and paper should be ashamed of themselves. "Oh this town is full of zombies, monsters, a plague... some aliens, and whatever the fuck "suburban sprawl" is... but who wants to see that shit when I can give you "DONALD THE FUCKING FREAK SHOVELING SNOW IN HIS GODDAMNED BOXERS FOR EIGHT PAGES?!'"
Freak City
Carnival freaks, including a fat man with adjustable girth and a bearded lady whose hair needs more than just conditioner to be tamed, are oppressed by a fearful government.
That's one wacky fucking webcomic you've got there, Sir!
I thought this one was a little weird at first, then the fat-man started talking with a lisp and I busted out laughing. I'd love to sit down and read about 100 pages of this webcomic.
Gone Zombie
A religious cult seeking spiritual communion with the undead ensnares a young mother and her son in its insanity. Her brother must elude militiamen, zombies and religious fanatics to save them.
I really liked the slightly twisted nature of this comic. There are a few really funny moments in it. The characters seem pretty cool too.
Lily of the Valley
A love story for the over and under medicated, the disenchanted, the excessively violent and the soft-spoken. Welcome to a valley of emotional turbulence!
By far the most twisted comic of the month. The art is solid and the twist was a genuine surprise. If I say I liked this comic, does that make me a bad person?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Review: Sides (Zuda)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Review: OPSEC (Zuda)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Review: Clandestino (Zuda)
Friday, May 8, 2009
Review: Beertown B'hoys (Zuda)
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Review: Amber Hale, Supermodel (Zuda)
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Review: Zuda Roundup April '09
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Review: Spy6teen (Zuda)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Review: Myth (Zuda)
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Star Stream: Characters

Some concept art for Star Stream.
This is Dishon and the little guy is his first lieutenant. They'll be around for a good part of chapter 2 and maybe longer...
One more note, the little triggers on their swords are for the blaster function :)
Review: Mecha-Simian (Zuda)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Review: "Intergalactic Law: Grey Squad" (Zuda)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Review: Earthbuilders (Zuda)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Clinical Assassin Print On Sale Now!
I just got the notification from ComiXpress about the print version of Clinical Assassin. It's now available to order from their online store!
To order a copy just CLICK HERE!
The story is written and created by Shan Lee Cook (that's me) with art by J.C. Grande and letters by Ben Rollman
Saturday, November 22, 2008
The Infamous Reset Button...
Starting tomorrow (technically tonight at 1:00 AM) the Clinical Assassin story will relaunch from the beginning! This time it'll follow a daily schedule and run straight through all 28 pages of the first story non-stop.
To read the webcomic version, just click the Clinical Assassin button in the left column.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Off and Running
I'm just 3 days in now and Untelevised is off to a great start. Of the four webcomics I've done, 'Untelevised' has had the best 1st and 2nd day and the 3rd looks like it could be even better (it's 4:00am as I'm writing this)
It was my second highest comic yesterday (based on page views) which is pretty impressive considering the comic consists of one page and a title page. It even gave Clinical Assassin a run for it's money. (Just to put that in perspective, 'Clinical Assassin' is by far my highest ranking comic - It nearly doubles the total page hits for my other two comics on Saturdays, the day I update it)
Let's hope this holds. Like I said in this article yesterday, I've already got the first 10 strips ready to be uploaded so I've got a good head start. By the time I reach that 10th strip I should have a good idea of how well the comic is gonna be recieved.
I'll be sure to update again around that time.
Monday, March 17, 2008
The Alien Review
This is a new series I'm about to launch tomorrow called 'The Alien Review'!! If you haven't figured it out already, it's about a bunch of aliens that review stuff. :) The first two aliens are Jintuan and Bob. I'm starting with them because they're my favorite two so far. I'll be adding more aliens as the series progresses.
Some of the stuff I'll be reviewing are movies, comics, TV shows, etc. The first installment is a review of Stargate - The Ark of Truth. I haven't made my mind up about what will be next but I'll probably talk about some comics or something.
THERE WILL BE NO SPOILERS AT ALL!
The point of the strip isn't to actually review anything. It's really just to make jokes about stuff. I'm not gonna post an installment that says "...but the most shocking part of 'The Empire Strikes Back' is when we learn that Darth Vader is in fact Luke's father!!"
There'll be none of that.
And I am in no way affiliated with any of the shows, comics, movies, companies, producers, creators or ANYBODY that is IN ANY WAY involved with ANYTHING I talk about.
Read More......Saturday, March 15, 2008
Short Story
A constant stream of giant fire balls leave a thousand trails of light. They slowly fade and dissipate into a dark black canvas painted sparsely with tiny specks of light. The bow pans left and tips forward. Kel-Boran fills the viewport of the small transport.
The planet wears a dusty sand belt with lush green forests covering the polar caps. It’s few citizens mostly work in the mines while machines build ships from the resources they collect. At night the locals gather in gritty pubs where they mostly sit quietly and drink. The cargo ships they build will sometimes return to bring fresh supplies. The family transports they build in Kel-Faidus usually leave to never be seen again. The battle ships they build in orbit play no part in their general way of life.
They stir up little dust if any as their transport lands. The facility’s Foreman walks swiftly towards the possible commission. He scratches his beard as he examines the small ship. He’ll make more from the spare parts than he would trying to resale it he thinks. The pilot pulls a latch. The canopy opens.
The pilot studies the facility beside him with blatant apathy as the Foreman examines him. He’s young. Slightly shorter than average. Wavy blonde hair on a thin frame. He carries himself with a forced nature. He’s just a pretty boy. He’s an easy mark.
The co-passenger is a few years younger. Long straight black hair. She’s a beautiful girl. She’s used to living in luxury. The Foreman recognizes this. He’ll play it to his advantage. He’ll show them the more expensive family yachts and convince the boy that he’s gotta treat his girlfriend good. He hides his glee and introduces himself.
“No thank you. We’re here to meet a friend and join his crew.” The boy is smarter than he looks. “And I have no intention of being conned out of my ship.”
A feeble old man, wretched and devoid of hope, stands like a crumbling statue in the ruins of an empty future. He took a gamble and failed. He gives them a moment to leave before he turns to face his fate. A dilapidated building that feels no shame in it’s disgusting appearance.
Hours pass but nothing changes here. The few gusts of wind that pass them by barely cause a stir in the dusty sands. They sit on a stone step watching a setting sun that takes forever to hide behind the blank horizon. She wraps her arms around his and rests her head against his shoulder. The Universe whispers prophecies in the stars. You’ll never see each other again. Everything is ending. If she heard it she ignores it.
“Cole?”
“Raila?” His wit is subtle.
“Are you sure you want to live on a starship for the rest of our lives?”
“It’s not forever.” He makes the lie sound convincing. “In a few years we’ll have enough credits to settle on a nice tropical planet. Grow our own fruit, set up a stand in the market. Live by the sea.”
“Mmm. Daughter of the Ocean.” She pauses for a moment.
The secrets we keep destroy us. They hide in the shadows lurking like a twisted predator. The longer we keep them, the longer they stay hidden, the more the balance of power changes. Eventually the scales tip and you find that you’re no longer hiding secrets. You’re hiding from them. Eventually they’ll catch up to you. They’ll claw you to death and let the vultures circle.
She struggles to hide her emotions. She knows he’s lying. She saw the transmission before he had a chance to delete it. They’ll never settle down. They’ll live the rest of their short lives running.
After five years of service in the Bellian War, Second Commander Cole Allara left the Arishian Fleet with less than he took with him when he joined. Holo-banners along the city streets promoted the nobility of standing up in defense of Arishia and it’s allies. The chance to explore the Galaxy only fueled his ambitions. He hadn’t considered the affects of being stranded in space under constant threat of attack along a frontline that bordered a sector of the galaxy he’d only read about as a child with nothing protecting him from the vacuum of space but a layer of metal and an energy shield that was depleted more and more with each blast wave it absorbed. Five years was enough. He’d done his part. They can’t re-call what they can’t find.
He watches from orbit as the sun swings around Kel-Boran. He’d arrived shortly after his nephew Cole but chose to watch the sunrise first before going planet side. The contrast between a vast horizon and a giant marble always reminds him just how small the world really is. He’ll spend most of his life in the darkness of the universe. Moments like this are few and far between.
He can barely remember the last time he saw a star peak out from behind a planet. He’d been serving twice as long as Cole before his nephew even considered joining the Fleet. After nearly twenty years of sitting in a cockpit feeling helpless as he watched his fellow pilots blasted into oblivion he’d had enough. A few fingers on his right hand could be replaced. His left arm from the elbow down could be replaced. The missed opportunities, numbered in the thousands, to watch a morning star were lost forever.
Rebirth is a constant theme in every corner of the galaxy. In some systems they believe in reincarnation. The belief that a dying soul floats up into the sun where it’s refined and transformed into a new being and sent to live on another world. On Caju-Bin they believe the orange rivers produce a water that purifies the soul and makes it new again.
He came to buy a ship. Within the hour, he’ll have a new ship and a new title. A new crew to follow him. And with any luck, by this time tomorrow, he’ll be on his way to a new day on a new world with another beautiful morning star. Read More......




