The wrongfully convicted are free!

I am sorry for having accused you. You're off the hook, little shroom.

I was going to add the mushroom-picture, but it's on another computer. So it's D&D again. I might show you the mushroom sometime in the future. It is hard for me to remember.

The minotaur in the planket is funny.

This is clickbait, or so I've been told.

Everything the Hedgehog. Such a large community. I wanted in.

Cannon Fodder.

A thing that has always bothered me: Why did they let the horses try first?

The Metamorphosis - Great Literature.

It's been a while since I read it, but I'm still laughing. I felt sorry for Gregor, though. Tragicomedy for the whole family.

When Artists Collide.

My brother noticed that there are too few good pictures of Oberon and Titania online. We both decided to draw them and the result is very nice. I want you to decide which Oberon and Titania picture resembles them the best, so here they are.

This one is my brother's:

And this one is mine:

Oberon and Titania are the king and queen of the fairies. They originate in the literature of the middle ages and appear in timeless, famous works of art like Nibelungenlied and A Midsummer Night's Dream. They also appear in several Dungeons and Dragons-campaigns that my brother has written. There they are crazy and annoying, and force us to go on pointless quests. Go figure.

I wonder how bees would react to this.

Experimenting. Removal of the red.

Get it?

It's a joke about plants.

Style Style Style Style Style.

But not that kind of style.

Roman Jones is funny.

Coconut endosperm.

I tried to make an alternate version of a picture that was featured on UBC, and I really do think mine is prettier.

I came down with a rather nasty case of it, but I got help as soon as I called the health center.

Up and Coming.

Sometimes it's best to get the cards ready a little earlier than usual. Especially if you want kisses.

The Batman of Bitpop!

He's on Soundcloud too.

I did it!

What a relief.

Remakes and remasterings.

Since Naoko "George Lucas" Takeuchi started remastering her old Sailor Moon books, they're not as good anymore. Sailor Venus' chain doesn't even make blood splatter across the pages, it glitters instead. Even though you could argue that the blood is too violent (though it creates a nice parallel to the otherwise cute artwork), why would you replace it with glitter? The silly dialogue was also part of the original experience, and the actual mistakes in the artwork hardly mattered. Part of why I love the Sailor Moon comics is because of the contrast between the sweet and the gruesome, but now the sweet has to dominate. The original artwork and dialogue was good enough, despite some obvious flaws - in fact, the flaws are part of what makes a piece of art good; it makes it feel more human. The new version is not "ruined" or anything, but it isn't better either. After a certain point, you have to move forward instead of poking around in your old work.

(Ironically, I edited this post. Twice.)

They are wrinkly and taste like lint. Free dem nipple.

I made this for a guy I hardly know, about a year ago. It's a clay bust, but you can't send clay over internet so I made it in paint. Now use for PURPOSE!

Pink Bomb Present!

Not that it's anyone's birthday.

I'm not implying that.

I put a lot of effort into this.

You should.

Das Lied vom Dummdeppen.

Not only do we play Dungeons and Dragons, but now we've picked up Mutant as well; and I've gone crazy from drawing maps and creatures for my own.

At school, the last animal has been dissected. Now we're back to bird-watching and learning skeletal structures. The more you know about animals, the less you like them.

I taught myself to drink tea, for the sake of my health. I'll try to keep up pace.

When there's a wall, there's a wall.

Words of wisdom from a karate sensei. I shall never forget.

I missed a great bargain today.

You have to hurry up, before it's too late.

I keep forgetting.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Again.

I need structure.

I keep getting better and better at this.

He is a good clown.

There are so many things this could be.

Yesterday, there were two full rainbows in the sky. One was very bright, the one above it was fainter.

Propaganda.

The competition has finally been won! But the winner wouldn't accept the prize. The winning submission is as follows:

The man is watching a six-week long porno of his favourite waifu, and he has started to mold, so the flies are eating him, but he just keeps watching. He is rotting away, and that's why he's just a head.

Congratulations! You can claim the prize at any time, should you change your mind.

Pushing the borders of colour.

I'm back in blogging; after turmoil, long awaited dentistry and death in the family. Sorry to keep you waiting, Algot, spambots and void.

Also: 100 posts! Now I can have pizza and cake, and so can YOU!

I'm rather sure that this is a new one.

My teeth are in good shape. I was praised.

(Pipefjun has you!)

Pizza - at long, long last.

In more ways than one! I'm happier than a sea star in a pot of clams.

So many work.

Busy, busy. Coming down sick.

Get well, follower!

Necessity called for a more detailed picture of Dr. Ledman.

Battle of backwards compatibility.

Nobody won. It wasn't even a draw.

Tenderbox.

Even in the deepest darkness there is Tiny Box Tim.

This is the coldest May I've ever seen.

On a brighter note my old denim trousers fit again.

Announcement of the fourth.

Some people never get tired of scaring the world to death.

Also: Burkpant.

The gnome took a shoe.

Bad gnome.

I am still the best at paint though.

Not Photoshop, but I'm very impressed.

Birthday is Earthday.

Jenny drew me this. Is Barbarians! She is Temarinde on DeviantART.

Big lunch today.

Had hamburger.

The Barbarians.

There are four of them. Five if you count the Everflowing Beer.

The name of the bottomless drinking horn is Mjödner.

November in Thimbleweed Valley.

It looks way better in mid-spring, when there are flowers everywhere; and the giant morses retreat northwards. But once the snow comes down in the winter, and the eroded shores are free from passing ships, the silence is blissful and welcome indeed. That's what it's like when you live alone on untamed land.

(I just realised, that the snow on the mountains should probably end at the same altitude, but it doesn't. Bother.)

More dancing.

More. More. Until your foot is the shin. Yes.

The vast sea of my bed.

She gave me strength, but I still couldn't remember anything about transcription.

Punsch.

I'm suffering from spleen in my sex appeal. I should go to the fell.

Competition: Who is this man?

Make up a backstory for this character. Submit in comments or otherwise. The winner gets to buy sweeties for as much money as they can fit in their hand, and eat it all without regrets.

I'm ill again.

I made up a new word to pass the time:

Romerostasis (from George Romero, a director or classic zombie movies; and Homeostasis, an organism's ability to uphold a constant inner environment) = That which enables zombies in fiction to "survive" in cold/warm, dry/humid, etc., environments without being destroyed, despite being dead and supposedly lacking homeostasis.

School just never ends.

I've dissected a sheep's circulatory system.

Sweet Emotion.

I want a dance-romance with popcorn and campagne.

Celebrating 1000 pageviews.

I'm ever so happy.

Phone book.

People who are said to derive from the norm need to be portrayed more often and realistiacally in all media. And they need to be presented with platforms where they can speak freely without risking that people call them fruits.

My biggest idol likes Cola.

Bang on the window.

Ainbusk Warriors.

Jag mötte Gohan
Jag mötte Gohan
Och jag såg att godhet fanns
Hoppets stjärna lyste klart runtom hans lu~udna svans