Dudeman started out as experiments in doodling probably around 1988 or so. At this time, the only people who had ever heard of it were my family and a few of my stoner friends (this is the original Dudeman, all the rest are fake/phony copies, pursuing glory at all our expense). I was gratuitously encouraged to pursue the vocation, professionally, when that still paid; but I couldn't think of much funny to say, and while some of those attempts are lost to the fickle winds of time, I still have most of the original regurgitations (if no candle has yet been held to them), a stack of about 50 episodes on 4x6 notepaper of various hues, in diabolical search of the wit that seems almost within my grasp, even presently.

Around 1993 or so, I hand drew, with a pen, about a dozen or so 8x8 episodes, the first version of the origin story. My printing was widely regarded as mostly unintelligible, but the drawings were well received, among the handful of people that I showed them to, and all/most survive today in the form of my current go-to clipart library, which was scanned and ultimately colorized in Corel, which was all there was that impressive, back in those days, intending a more scientific approach to Paint, Paint Shop Pro, and what would become Photoshop, because computers at this point had entered our realm, but ...so little else to really point my existence to. Thus, destiny required that I embark on a several year mission, one of destiny... so, averaging about one comic per day, as if therapy could possibly be so free, from 2005 thru 2010. Try not to imagine the 1700 pages of such kooky ramblings, in 8-point font (about 7 small textbooks). Obsessed fans may peruse this embodiment of a manifesto slash tome at their inimitable leisure, tentatively entitled: "The Tale of Lost Books." Please enjoy.

The comic was briefly published, by a community college newspaper, around 1999, and I still have several copies, in my treasure chest, buried in a deep hole under my basement stairs, along with my first bathing suit, and a math trophy I won in middle school, though may not have earned. No one since has seemed remotely interested, but I remain hopeful, cuz my parents always seemed to act as if my life had a purpose, and I wouldn't want to disappoint them any further.

The current incarnation arose when I took a Photoshop class, and discovered it was possible to resurrect/reimagine the legend. Spring break 2017 had me addicted to finding my own raving thoughts amusing again, so I spiffed up the webpage, and now you're here reading this, so something must have accidentally worked; imagine. If you really want to make my day, drop me a line, describing your experience, and how you wish it had gone instead. I'm at a stage in my life where I am known to occasionally try to try to listen to reason. Thank you for your kind attention.