I've spent my life up until now assuming we're all broadly on the same page re: "knowing who Merlin (the wizard) is", but after today I'm not so sure.

My other recent Lord of the Rings thought is that anyone who depicts the Balrog as a big hornèd demon guy is a rube and is missing the point.

Well, I've finally done it; I've become someone who leaves reviews of books on the public library's website.

Anyway, for those who haven't been keeping up elsewhere: I'm a "no-pointy-ears" elf truther now, I think Aragorn has a kind of "Sam Elliott in Roadhouse" thing we don't talk enough about.

So annoyed at this ludicrous tumblr update that I have to take my complaints to this different website that I like even less.

Life may be hard, but at least you can spend a weekend drawing a wizard with huge cans.

Been thinking about my problematic fave (the concept of an Earth Mother) as we enter winter.

i gotta tell ya if you say the word "zine" and hand me a perfect bound book my expectations have not been met

Fanart for the 1987 first edition of West End Games' star wars rpg specifically.

I ran out of chips... I'm going to perish

I saw Clueless (1995) for the first time last night; what a great reminder that sometimes you can and should just not have an opinion on a cultural object. There's a temptation to call it 'good' or 'bad', but, like. I'm so far from being the audience for that movie; what do I care, really?

what this drawing presupposes is: what if Conan was a woman

The 'Sigma Society' in this episode of Columbo having a logo that's just a big letter 'S' is so funny to me. I know it was 1976, but surely there's a letter more pertinent that we might have chosen in this case.

A YOUNG DAUGHTER OF THE PICTS

I can't believe the city's plan for an "Electronic Video Sign Zone". Imagine looking at Times Square and saying "I want that here, in my smaller city where it would be harder for people to escape it. I want to broadcast live events there, in my city famous for its big hockey riot."

I need to stop calling these ‘annual’ self portraits, given I only draw one every couple of years

Really hot and sunny at this bus stop. shame the City of Vancouver has never discovered how to erect some kind of amenity which would allow one to sit in the shade while waiting for one's bus

This week: "The Knight" joins the lineup of fictional archetypes for which gay people online are horny, and of which I am forced to be a hater.

The thing about movie-watching is that, ultimately, everyone is Guy Who's Only Seen Boss Baby – you just end up with more and different boss babies

Sometimes my head gets turned by the concept of owning a raincoat, but the fact is that I'm simply too warm to wear one. My cute sweaty body melted the wax out of a waxed cotton jacket once.

Thinking about people branding their work/sexuality as 'sapphic': I've done so only once, for a book that channelled Bliss Carman's weird overwrought 'translations' of Sappho, with the idea it would give the potential reader an idea of the poetic tone I was going for

This is very fun *and* it looks great

normally a migraine makes me feel like reece shearsmith in 'A Field in England', but today it's compelling me to do research for some kind of contrarian fantasy thing that just came to me?

I had a dream a while ago about how Tod Browning (of 'Freaks' fame) had been born in the 13th century and how "they had to go into the crypt" to revive him before he could begin his career in film.

mysterious crazy engine noises from somewhere down on the street... a mysterious blue flash of light from a couple of blocks away... personally I dislike it.

I'm thirty years late in saying this, but: Christopher Priest's ‘The Prestige’? Very fun, delightfully yucky.

The downside of spending a couple of years getting hotter and more beautiful is that it's harder to draw myself now. Really making this self portrait a tricky enterprise.

every time I see a Listening Lady piece I think 'I really respect how lovingly Katie renders tits'

of the class of gay people who want desperately to fuck 1930s movie monsters, the only ones I respect are the girls who are horny for Frankensteins.

The phrase ‘I'm just like Thomas Cromwell but a girl’ has done so much for me during this season of endless trial

In honour of this old piece enjoying a sudden surge in popularity elsewhere on the web: here's some Fantasy Bullshit women from a year ago

Here's another one from the recent-past-ish archives: IN THE WEEDS

Revised and compiled into a single volume for easy reading: the first sections of my still-incomplete 2021 poem about prehistoric dykes are now available on Itch

I have a feeling that I'm being a bitch today, but in my defence everyone around me is an incompetent child

Nobody enjoys my bit of responding to 'are you doing anything for Hallowe'en?' with 'why would I? I'm not Catholic'.

While I'm posting art from the past year here: at the beginning of 2024 I put out this supplement to SpeedRune:

Sure, sure; pretty cute. But what if you showed me this dress worn by someone with even a little body fat?

After years of being a commuter-by-train, I have this to say about becoming a bus-user: I don't like having to wait for the bus.

SCRAMASAX