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I remember have very weird dreams last night, which were, for some reason, in a Lord of the Rings theme. (This is particularly bizarre because I hadn't come into any particular contact with any LotR stuff.) My brain made a few...er...alterations to the script, though.

However, the real oddity was that at some point, I got up, scribbled something in my sketchbook, and went back to bed. This morning, reading it, it says:

"But our fathers told us to watch for God!" the men said.
"My father told me not to play with blowguns and to always have enough fire departments," said God, and walked off down the street.

I got no idea on that one.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

I remember have very weird dreams last night, which were, for some reason, in a Lord of the Rings theme. (This is particularly bizarre because I hadn’t come into any particular contact with any LotR stuff.) My brain made a few…er…alterations to the script, though.

However, the real oddity was that at some point, I got up, scribbled something in my sketchbook, and went back to bed. This morning, reading it, it says:

“But our fathers told us to watch for God!” the men said.
“My father told me not to play with blowguns and to always have enough fire departments,” said God, and walked off down the street.

I got no idea on that one.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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A Hard Day's Filing

It finally had to happen.

James, who often mans the table when I'm off gallivanting at panels, or working on sketchbooks, or whatnot, let it be known that he was not up to another Con of deciphering my rather eclectic print filing.

This is understandable. At any given point, there could be four folders the wombats were in, ("Marsupials," "Cute & Fuzzy," "Odd," "Miscellaneous.") and when things started featuring multiple species (i.e. a woman with a frog) it would break down completely.

Unfortunately, this means that I spent like four hours today sticking teeny numbers to folders and writing out index labels with numbers on them, and god only knows if the system will work in practice. My brain is swimming.

breeden
ursulav

A Hard Day’s Filing

It finally had to happen.

James, who often mans the table when I’m off gallivanting at panels, or working on sketchbooks, or whatnot, let it be known that he was not up to another Con of deciphering my rather eclectic print filing.

This is understandable. At any given point, there could be four folders the wombats were in, (“Marsupials,” “Cute & Fuzzy,” “Odd,” “Miscellaneous.”) and when things started featuring multiple species (i.e. a woman with a frog) it would break down completely.

Unfortunately, this means that I spent like four hours today sticking teeny numbers to folders and writing out index labels with numbers on them, and god only knows if the system will work in practice. My brain is swimming.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


breeden
ursulav

The Thing On The Porch

There is a thing. On the porch.

It is organic.

Beyond that, I am clueless. While I'm fairly sure that it was/is/fell off of/was excreted by something alive, whether it was animal or vegetable is a mystery.

This normally would not bother me, except that this sucker is practically welded to the deck. It's been there for at least a week, and has not loosened. It is attached.

It resembles a large, slightly ovoid walnut. It is covered in a dry, leathery substance that cracks like paper when poked with a broom. (I have not touched it--I SAW Alien thankyouverymuch.) The bottom side is cemented firmly down with a dark substance that may be insect poo or rotted fruit bits or fungal slime or god knows what. It is no particular color, and resembles the drab grey-tan of many other generally uninteresting thingies.

It is sitting in solitary majesty, alone on the recently swept boards of the deck.

I suspect it's an egg case or a chrysalis of some variety, but it could as easily be a particularly determined fungus, dead fruit, or piece of poo from a low-flying manatee. It is a mystery. In my heart of hearts, I know that it is an egg case for the Giant North Carolinian Giggling Razor Centipede of Death, which will emerge in the night, come into the house, and chase me around the room, whooping like an insectile hyena. However, I am willing to entertain alternate explanations. Anybody know what the heck these things are likely to be?

breeden
ursulav

The Thing On The Porch

There is a thing. On the porch.

It is organic.

Beyond that, I am clueless. While I’m fairly sure that it was/is/fell off of/was excreted by something alive, whether it was animal or vegetable is a mystery.

This normally would not bother me, except that this sucker is practically welded to the deck. It’s been there for at least a week, and has not loosened. It is attached.

It resembles a large, slightly ovoid walnut. It is covered in a dry, leathery substance that cracks like paper when poked with a broom. (I have not touched it–I SAW Alien thankyouverymuch.) The bottom side is cemented firmly down with a dark substance that may be insect poo or rotted fruit bits or fungal slime or god knows what. It is no particular color, and resembles the drab grey-tan of many other generally uninteresting thingies.

It is sitting in solitary majesty, alone on the recently swept boards of the deck.

I suspect it’s an egg case or a chrysalis of some variety, but it could as easily be a particularly determined fungus, dead fruit, or piece of poo from a low-flying manatee. It is a mystery. In my heart of hearts, I know that it is an egg case for the Giant North Carolinian Giggling Razor Centipede of Death, which will emerge in the night, come into the house, and chase me around the room, whooping like an insectile hyena. However, I am willing to entertain alternate explanations. Anybody know what the heck these things are likely to be?

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.