More pictures of Real Live Things

So I was perusing the ol’ Facebooks yesterday and was pleased to discover that some tees I designed for Eastern Michigan University Student Government finally made their way into The Real Live World of Real Life Tees Worn by Real Live People.  And hey, two of those people are my pals, Muayad and Tori.  Lookin’ good, y’all!

Oh yeah, “S.O.L.A.R.” stands for Student Organization Learning and Resources.  It’s a program designed to teach students about what student organizations are available and how to use them and, better yet, join them. Also, that’s a custom (from scratch) typeface there.  It was the easiest custom typeface ever, and yet, remarkably easy to screw up.  Go figure.

In which the author exclaims, “What blog?!”

Typically, it is my custom to mark the beginning of each new year with some sort of retrospective on the closing year.  Last year’s write up on Anno Domini Two Thousand and Nine (or, as I like to call it, Em’n’Em Eye Ex) was, frankly, a little depressing.  2010, as it turns out, was not equally depressing.  2010 was actually pretty interesting and, dare I say, exciting.  But — there is always a “but,” isn’t there? — its largest and most conspicuous features were, dammit-all, kind of depressing.  Its epitaph would read similarly to that of 2009.

So screw it.  That’s what I say.

And screw it I shall.  Instead, my first post of MMXI (which, yeah, sorry for dropping the ball the last few months.  I’d tell you about it, but like I said… depressing) will serve only to alert y’all to the fact that the exceptionally swell guys over at 604 Republic commissioned me to do a couple designs for them and that one of those designs is now for sale (in 2 different colors) at their site.

Rock. On.

Thanks for stopping by.  I hope that wasn’t too depressing for you.  I’m not trying to complain.  Surely, my list of complaints is a mercifully short one, and I’m grateful.  None-the-less, I’m not really up for writing a 2010 run-down that literally nobody is begging for or would likely find interesting.  I’m going to stop talking about this now, because it’s starting to sound like someone ASKED me to write something and I’m letting them down, which, of course, could not be a greater departure from reality. 🙂

More regular updates to return soon.


I’m in on a book!

Well, I mean I guess my name is IN it.  I don’t know if that counts… I don’t think I can say that I’m in a book if the mere presence of my name is my only contribution between the covers.  Y’all would probably call righteous shenanigans on the “IN-ness” of “me” regarding said “book.”

If I had a buddy who had, by virtue of his first and last names appearing in the correct sequence somewhere, even once professed to be in a book, well, I would wait till he was talking to a pretty girl at the bar and then butt in and say, “Hey, did he tell you that he’s in a book?  You should have him tell you about that book that he’s in,” and then watch him crash and burn.

Because I am eeeeevil.  Or something.

Anyway, regardless of the highly dubious nature of my bookish inclusion, I am most certainly irrefutably incontrovertibly unmistakably ON a galldang book.  Front cover, front and center.  Of course, by “me” I mean “something I drew,” which is probably better looking than me anyway.  So that settles that.

The book in question, I must admit, probably stretches the accepted standard definition a bit, at least in terms of any literary expectations you might have, but I’m happy about it anyway.  It is, of course, the Threadless Book.  Yes, that Threadless.  Yes, the website.  Yes, the website that sells t-shirts.  Sometimes my t-shirts.  Yes, they wrote a book about it.  Why?  Because they are turning ten years old and they figured it would be a neat thing to do.  Yes, this is the book I’ve been excitedly rambling on about for the past several stolen moments of your life.

So!  Would you like to see it?  I thought so!

(my drawing is the three-eyed sea-tiger dude above the big yellow dot)

Below is Threadless founder Jake Nickell posing with a giant Threadless Book cover.

And, finally, here is the full illustration of my Sea Tiger monster dude.

The end!

More is more!

Two (2!) more designs up at Threadless now, bringing the live sub tally up to three (3!) for the week.  As always, I appreciate whatever love you can send their way.

Introducing Bumbles the HoneyBear and Chums, the, well… yuck.

bear bee tee illustration

zombie illustration tee

And, of course, please don’t forget that PTR is still in action.  AKK-SHUN, Y’ALL.  Kapow and stuff.

Heed your muthascratchin’ conscience already…

…and do an awfully nice thing like vote for my latest Threadless submission.  If you care to add some sort of hyperbolically cool comment, that would be lovely as well… Like, “Oh my stars in heaven if Threadless doesn’t print this shirt I fear my guts will simply explode out of my belly button in anguish!”

In other news, I’ve made another sketch that involves censored cusswords.  I’d tell you about it, but I’m more interested in seeing if you understand it on your own.  All I will say is that the pun in play is “Vampire Hunters.”

Busy as a Vespula squamosa

In the realm of “recent work,” much has gone overlooked this summer, but here are a couple projects of that are at least somewhat noteworthy.

The first is a hornet illustration for the Roswell High football team down in Roswell, Georgia, and it’s the first high school athletics mascot I’ve illustrated since I was in high school myself.  Fittingly enough, my high school mascot was also –you guessed it!– the hornets.

I customized a typeface for ’em as well.  I hear that hornets adore modified Dinova Black.

The other bloggable today is for a patch I did a little while back, which is noteworthy because I’ve never designed a patch and I’ve certainly never designed a patch to be used in the United States Air Force… !!!

Cheers to you, 440th!  Thank you, and best of luck!

Get ’em while the gettin’s good!

Hey all!  Pay no mind to the random tumbleweeds blowing through here, it aint deserted yet.  Howabout if I make up for the recent content drought with a tip on some premo cheap tees by Your Truly?

Stormy Nightmares has finally made its way to the printing presses, courtesy of, and is now available for a scant $12 a pop.  Everybody wins, go check it out!

brian walline tee design

I met a bear…

Good afternoon, gentle readers!  Wanna here a story?  Here it goes.

A couple weekends ago, while hiking the Appalachian Trail, I met a bear.  It was a little like walking on thin ice over a river of acid. Or, perhaps more accurately, it was like meeting a bear in the woods.

You see, my girlfriend (Heather) and I were on our way home to Michigan from a wedding in New Jersey when, while coming upon a traffic jam at the NJ/PA border, we spied a sign announcing the presence of The Trail just off the highway.  Eager for a bit of exercise and the chance to say we’d hiked even the most meager portion of the AT’s many many wild miles, we stopped off and embarked on a little hike.

Maybe a couple miles down the trail –after informing Heather that New Jersey is full of bears and having that fact acknowledged with an absent nod– I spotted a dark, fuzzy shape behind a fallen tree just off the trail about 30 feet in front of us. At that point I stopped dead in my tracks, put an arm out to stop Heather’s progress, and said, in a voice somewhere between alarm and disbelief, “Bear!” It was then that the bear stuck its head up to appraise us, thus signaling the moment to begin soiling our shorts.

After a few nervous glances we began to back away down the trail towards a large group of hikers that were about 50 yards behind us, and the bear began ambling in the same direction, though still somewhat off of the trail, and not in a particularly determined fashion, stopping here and there to murder grubs and the like.

When we reached the larger group we informed them of the situation and we all stopped and watched as the bear kept walking in our direction, and eventually past us. At that point the main group kept going, but a small rearguard, including Heather and myself, stayed to keep an eye on the bear’s activities. Heather and I were particularly interested because the bear was heading in the same direction we needed to go to get back to our car.

This is roughly the point where the bear’s attitude towards us shifted from indifference to curiosity. It strolled out onto the actual trail, pointed itself back up the path in our direction, advanced on us a few paces, and finally just stood there staring. This lasted for several tense moments before it left the trail and began to circle back in our direction through the woods.

At this point we finally went on the offensive (which I had advocated earlier, though one of the hiking group leaders dissented, and I didn’t want to be blamed for any aggression that we could possibly have provoked) and began making a royally loud stink… shouting and clapping and smashing rocks on each other and the like.

The bear didn’t give two shits.

Finally, after a couple long minutes of verbally harassing the persistently unflappable beast, it lost interest and turned back around and began shuffling away– still in the direction of our car, but a little farther off the path than before, which allowed us to get ahead of it and back on our way with minimal anxiety as to its proximity and intentions. Not that we abandoned the baseball-sized stones we’d been clutching… It was, after all, a little disconcerting that the bear had been so openly unafraid of people, even in large groups, and from what I understand such an animal is more likely to become aggressive and, I shudder to think, predatory.

Anyway, it was definitely more of an adventure than we imagined we might encounter on such a brief and unplanned foray into the wilds! I happened to have my copy of Bill Bryson’s “A Walk in the Woods” with me on the trip, and I had fun reading it to Heather on our way back home, particularly the following bits:

“Black bears rarely attack. But here’s the thing. Sometimes they do. All bears are agile, cunning and immensely strong, and they are always hungry. If they want to kill you and eat you, they can, and pretty much whenever they want. That doesn’t happen often, but – and here is the absolutely salient point – once would be enough.”
— Bill Bryson

“This is a clear example of the general type of incident in which a black bear sees a person and decides to try to kill and eat him…”
— Stephen Hererro

The comeback

First thing’s first.  Remember that movie I was in a while back?


Really?  You don’t remember all the pictures of me drenched head-to-toe in buckets of glistening fake blood and all the overloud proclamations of “Brian Walline: ACTOR!” and “Brian Walline: MOVIE MONSTER!” and Look at Me! Look at Me! Look at Me!?

Well then.  In that case, you may want to refer to the posts of October 30th and December 21st, in which, well, see above…

I know, right? December? Seems like old news.  And it is (I mean hells bells, filming happened last summer), but the special new-ness is that KIN creator, Matt Gelzer, packed up his little shop of horrors to Detroit, where he pitched the film at the MotorCity ComicCon, along with a bunch of cool swag designed by (ah yes, the point, now we get to it) Yours Truly.

If you’d like to get your hands on some of the merch, or if you want to get all widescreen home entertainment with a DVD, then by all means, hit up Mr. Gelzer over at Bachelor Productions.  Spread the word, y’all!

Boughs of Folly

I’m back!!!  Isn’t that exciting?

That image is, well, I dunno… hyperbolic?  We’ll go with hyperbolic.

In any case, if there’s anyone that cares, I’m sorry for going AWOL from the blogosphere.  For everyone else, I’m sorry for the gentle but no doubt false assertion that anyone might actually miss my updates, for what passes for blogging here at WillyWally is more accurately a not-so-thinly-veiled front for shameless self-promotion… Which brings me to the crux of it: Self, did you miss talking about yourself and showing off your pretty pictures?

Well, yeah, I guess I kinda did.


To the dogs, or whoever

So last Wednesday marked the beginning of a neat Threadless alumni group submission called Lyricize 2, in which Threaless alumns create tee designs inspired by a song, if you hadn’t guessed that bit already.

My design, called The Belly of The Beast, was based on the opening verse from Josh Ritter’s To the Dogs or Whoever (click for listenables):

Deep in the belly of a whale I found her
Down with that deep blue jail around her
Running her hands through the ribs in the dark
Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc…

Yeah, I uh, substituted a KRAKEN for a whale or something like that. Scales–which I decided I NEEEDED–would have made no sense on a whale…

The goods

In case you missed it, there was a post a little while back about how my freshman year college roommate viciously conned me into drawing some promotional illustration for his stupid new project, Mystery Afoot.  And by stupid new project I mean awesome new comic, which debuts April 16th at the C2E2 Convention in Chicago, IL at the Chicago Comic Vault booth.

And, as promised, I’ve made a fun drawing for it, which I hope you’ll enjoy:

ALSO! Please please pretty please go check out the tee version of this at emptees and give it a vote; I’ve never done anything cool over at emptees that has garnered any attention, but somehow this bad boy is on the verge of Tee of The Day status, which would just tickle me all kinds of pink. Thanks so much!