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. Advertisements
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
