Here's the conclusion to that "Ai sucks" comic.

Since the bear attacks on our house, we've gone to the hardware store and built protective barriers. Just now, Fozzy came back and guess what! He failed to make it onto our deck and he left! We win!

There's a severe solar storm right now and the sky in Western Canada is MIND BLOWING! I feel like the world is ending in some trippy Lovecraftian way.

I remember going to EXPO86 with my friends when I was a small child. It was the biggest event in Canada at the time. My friends and I used to stand next to this giant Swatch Watch and ask passers-by, the time. To us, this was peak comedy.

*Random man online messages me* "Hey can I ask you something?" "Um... ok?" *He shows me a pic of a naked woman* "This is you, right?" "No, that's not me." *He says he doesn't believe me and argues that it's me. Out of curiosity, I keep going* "Well prove it. Show me a pic of you."

ME: Babypup, can I trouble you to break apart that rotting jack-o-lantern and put it in the compost? Her: *Stares at the pumpkin* ME: Sweetie? Her: I'm gonna curb stomp it. ME: ...

I am 3 followers away from reaching the 1.5k milestone. It's been that way for a scwillion years.

Me inner monologue is voiced by Philomena Cunk.

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ME: Remember the end of A New Hope, when Luke Skywalker had a clear shot to blow up the Deathstar? Solo yelled "Yer all clear kid, let's blow this thing and go home!" Chuck Schumer: And then Luke said "I don't think this is working" and gave up and left. ME: THAT'S NOT HOW IT HAPPENED CHUCK!

When you blow your nose and lose hearing in one of your ears.

Fozzy stole our bird feeder.

I deleted the video of Fozzy trying to come inside the house. I really wanted to show y'all that footage but at the same time, I really hate what my voice did when I yelled.

An animal safety guy just called me, following up on my 911 call last night. "So the bear found garbage on your deck? Yeah, he's going to come back a lot for the next 3 or 4 weeks. Make noise, throw rocks. If he breaks into the house, don't be in the same room as him."

No sign of Fozzy, but every 30 - 45 minutes, we hear something outside and jump out of bed to see if it's him. Ug.

Just did a quick search. No bear troubles. I think Fozzy might have left for now. Gonna get some real sleep, now.

Oh great Goddess of bears that I just made up, who is named Veltisha I decided... I pray to you and ask you to keep us safe from Fozzy, who... let's be honest... is kind of an asshole. If we survive the night, I will sacrifice a lemon in your name, b/c I decided that's how you like to be honored.

Okay we're ready for bed. We have pots and pans noise makers, a flashlight, two big sticks, and a katana. Honestly, every little noise I hear, I'm like "IT'S FOZZY! HE'S BACK!". This is going to be a long night with some low quality sleep.

So when I was googling a phone number to call about Fozzy, these links popped up and it didn't help my state of mind.

This sucks. It's 2:30 in the morning and we wanna go to sleep. I mean... it's not like we can stay up all night. I guess... we go to sleep and just hope he doesn't come back? I don't even know.

I'm discussing escape plans with my wife, in case Fozzy gets inside the house. This is kinda like a real life zombie movie. Barricading ourselves inside and listening for any movement.

I called 911. There's not much police/animal control can do for us since we're way out in the middle of nowhere. We're arming ourselves with noise makers and big sticks. As a side note... Fozzy made me use my lower voice. Something I haven't done in a very long time and now I'm super dysphoric. :(

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I'm drawing on Twitch. I'm having a hard time NOT drawing a penis. Feel free to come and lurk or say hi or come and rub my tummy while telling me that I smell like cookies. www.twitch.tv/ellipsis_gob...

Only things that poop, can create art.

Never let yourself be put on Dell's email list. So much spam emails from them. When I try to unsubscribe, it prompts me to log in first. I bought 1 thing from them like 2 yrs ago. I dunno my password. I finally get in. 4 clicks later, I unsub and I'm told that it takes 10 BUSINESS DAYS to unsub.

We're both totally fine. 😊 We went out and cleaned up the massive garbage mess that Fozzy made. He ended up dragging trash down the mountain, so it took a bit of light climbing to clean it. Tonight I'm going to line up firewood like bowling pins, so Fozzy will make a lot of noise if he comes back.

Fozzy might be gone. Taking the flashlight outside for one more look around, before trying to get some sleep.

This time Fozzy seemed bothered by our noise and rushing towards them, so they walked off. Hopefully they're not coming back. We're laying here wide awake now.

Fozzy came back up onto the deck, looking for more food! Damn that is the biggest bear I have ever personally seen! The door is mostly glass, so we both ran at the door, yelling at Fozzy, hoping they wouldn't decide to smash in here (they can smell the food in your home).

I just remotely set off the car alarm, which is maybe 30 to 40 feet away from Fozzy, and aside from looking up for a moment, they did nothing. I've never dealt with a bear this unafraid.

So now we're sitting here at 4:30 in the morning, hoping Fozzy doesn't come back, looking for seconds.

We moved our food away from the windows, but if that ball of adorable death decides to come inside, there's nothing we can do. This isn't like the skittish bears at the old house. I blasted Ozzy Osborn at them, and the bear didn't care.

Ug. We just woke up to the sound of someone clumping around on the Cloudhouse deck. It's a bear. It ripped apart our gate and found a bag of forgotten garbage. It's right below us now.

Good evening from Cloudhouse.

Good afternoon from Cloudhouse.

ME: You want me to get out of the kitchen, don't you. HER: Yes. ME: Well use your words, babypup. HER: Please get out of the kitchen. ME: Now use interpretive dance. HER: (Dances around the kitchen, gracefully) ME: Now use your body language. HER: Pushes me out of the kitchen.

We just hung this pineapple stuffie at our window, for weary travellers to see. If you know, you know.

EXT. MOUNTAIN TOP - DAY Epic cliff sides all around. Grey, cloudy sky. Cold rain falls relentlessly on a lone woman in a flowing black dress. Her arms are spread out as if to embrace the dreadful weather. She calls out to the clouds above as rain soaks her face. "My follower count went DOWN!"

even when far rightwingers are having an extremely positive experience on all fronts they’re still able to hallucinate a situation where they’re the victim

When Bob puts his claw up like that, he's asking for a treat. So I turned off the phone and gave him a peanut.

I'mma boop you on the nose with a new Goblins comic. BOOP! www.goblinscomic.com/comic/page-2...

So I'm sitting here drawing, this just started happening off in the forest.

Would you like to have one more thing to feel existential dread over? Check out this very plausible video about how the Ai takeover might go. www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8Rt...

Update. The landlord was super understanding and gave me enthusiastic consent to deduct the over payments from this month's rent. Also... now on an emotional level, it kinda feels like my rent just got $100 cheaper!

I am such a dummy. I just realized that for the past couple months, I've been over paying my rent by $100/month. I just emailed the landlord, to ask if I can deduct the extra amount off of November's rent (rent is due on the 5th). I'm sure she'll agree to that, but I haven't heard from her yet.

Just watched 'Together' with my wife. - Body horrible was on point! - I hated both of the main characters. - Some SUPER spooky scenes! - Acting was awesome. - That ending made no damn sense and was terrible. I do recommend it if you like body horror.

The November 1st tradition of feeling terrible from gorging on candy and drinks, the night before.

Married her yesterday.

The first person to say "get lost"... "So then I told him to get lost." "Wait what? Lost? That's... I mean you could've said 'get away' or something but you said 'get LOST'! Like... get to a place so distant and unfamiliar that he's unable to find his way back! Damn girl, your mind is twisted af."