Like DeForge, Lisa Hanawalt is one of a generation of young cartoonists who are more focused on craft (and on eliciting nervous giggles) than on long-form storytelling. MY DIRTY DUMB EYES (Drawn & Quarterly, $22.95) is a zero-attention-span assemblage of surreal one-page drawings, clusters of gag cartoons (“How We Can Tell Martha Stewart’s Drunk”), short comics stories, illustrated movie reviews and garish stoner tableaus. They add up to a wildly entertaining portfolio from an artist with a masterly painting and drawing hand, obsessions with animals and genitals, and a very weird, intentionally dopey sense of humor: her review of the movie “Drive” features drawings of both Ryan Gosling and actual goslings, not to mention Andy Serkis as a chimpanzee and Hanawalt herself getting blood tests. Hanawalt can do a pretty solid impression of David Letterman-style comedy (a sample, from “The Secret Lives of Chefs”: “Mark Bittman is a vegan before 6 p.m. and a cannibal after 11 p.m.”). Her best pieces, though, are funny because they’re uncomfortable. In “Moosefingers,” an artist (with a moose head) keeps making punning sculptures of fingers and isn’t sure why. “It doesn’t matter if you feel good or bad while you make stuff,” her cat-headed boyfriend reassures her. Turning the page, we see a photograph of the sculptures, made by Hanawalt herself.