Sorry for the extended absence, folks. I'm back, more or less. My plate's been pretty damn full out there in not-internetland, but here I am.

As the bard once said, Merry Christmas, you magnificent weirdos.

It IS winter in Chicago right now. And it's freaking cold. Even for *me.* ...I may be responsible for a localized blizzard or two. Microblizzards. Maybe a bit of ice. But I promise it wasn't me that dumped all that snow on the city-- that's just winter here in Chi-town.

Damn right he is. I wouldn't cross the guy.

Is there a large-screen theater in Chicago or thereabouts run by the svartalves and thus wizard-proof? Inquiring nerdy minds really want to know.

Having sudden access to the internet is a little like having a time machine and visiting the future. It feels like I got plucked up in the late 80s or early 90s to be dropped into the 2020s. There's so much about the world that I missed by being unplugged from the eponymous World Wide Web.

What in the eldritch abomination is this? I've faced literal demons from beyond the universe and lived to tell the tale, but this... this is terrifying.

Hot damn, computer games have come a long way visually since the 80s arcade days. Still miss those mall arcades, though. Going in with a good friend and pockets full of change and spending the whole summer Saturday afternoon shooting aliens and zombies and slaying dragons.

Hey, now. Sometimes the sky really is falling.

*Who's* scruffy lookin'?

I do believe the greyscale stage is finished on this #HarryDresden painting. Next up I'll be adding color.

Dresden Files fans, if you like the artwork I'm sharing here, you can support me over on Ko-Fi. I'm just getting started over there, but I'll be making high-res downloads of my art available to supporters. I'll be adding more posts later. ko-fi.com/dreamnexusart

It's brushing day for that goofy wooly mammoth named Mouse again. At least it's not springtime yet, when grooming him means being buried up to the ears in a steadily shedding winter coat. Harry Dresden, giant walking carpet.

Since I have a feeling some people might possibly be confusing me with someone else: I'm not HarriedWizard, but HarriedWizard does have an account here: @harrydresden.bsky.social Just consider me an alternate universe sorta guy.

This guy knows how to art.

Sleep? Who needs sleep when you can drink five gallons of coffee instead? ReallyI'mfine.

Yeah, what they said. Don't be a dick, folks. Unless you're a private dick. Like me. ...I'll see myself out before the incoming barrage of dick jokes.

Can't for the life of me understand why someone would want to make art of this mug, but they did. Yeah, that's yours truly, looking somewhat less battered and racoon-eyed than normal. Or maybe that was just artistic license.

I was informed I needed a better pinned post, so here goes: Hi. I'm Harry Dresden, wizard, private investigator, and a few other things that I won't detail here. I don't normally do... computer things, but I'm setting up shop here as a courtesy to the Paranet.

I've been discovering memes since getting online. So many formerly baffling conversations make a bit more sense now. A *bit.* It's still kinda relative. But wow, you people really do speak Internet as a second language, don't you?

I wouldn't characterize myself as a Grinch. I mean, not exactly. Yeah, it can be a magical time when it's not drowned in commercialism and kitsch. And I do mean Magic, with a capital M.

All my worst days seem to get immortalized in one way or another. It could give a guy a complex.

Ah, yes. Nothing like a little terror-inducing jaunt through monster-infested subterranean tunnels beneath the city. Good times.

Bear with me. I may be using the sublimely wizard-immune technology of the svartalves, but I still don't know what the hell I'm doing with this thing. I'm still half afraid to touch it, lest it go kablooey.

"Harry, how are you here on Blu--" "But Harry, I thought you couldn't be around tech--" "But the Murphyonic Fie--" Svartalves. The answer is Svartalves.

Just because things haven't gone pear-shaped *yet,* doesn't mean they *won't.* I'm an optimist.