A is for Amy who fell down the stairs. . .
Dude, if you don’t already know The Gashleycrumb Tinies, then you have missed out on the creepiest darkest most delightful alphabet book evahr. Go read it noooooooooow.
This one’s only sort of a rerun. New cartoons tomorrow, I promise.
After much more agonizing than was strictly necessary, I picked which designs to order magnets of for ApolloCon. I then promptly regretted one of my decisions, because that’s who I … Continue reading
Reposting this one because I’m tired and sad and grumpy and not currently clinically depressed, so thank goodness for that.
Sorry for the repost, y’all, but it’s been a rough week already and I have plenty of drawings, but none scanned. Anyway, I’m having my delightful monthly reminder that … Continue reading
No big story behind this one. He just likes eggs.
He really likes eggs. Oswynnnnnnnnnn! (I just realized I totally left off the Dalek’s ears. Well, not ears, but thingys that sit about where ears would. I would not win … Continue reading
I think there may be a few more installments in this little story. How do you make a GIF again?
Oh, Neurotic Owl. This is an even worse plan than the cat. “So many fuzzies!”
In which I succumb to peer pressure.
Of course, I also started this blog because of peer pressure, so this is all your fault, peers. Anyway, The Bloggess and Filing Jointly have both done Rules for Life … Continue reading
