Apparently this particular feline has not been exposed to what this pigeon can do with a good quality nunchaku, or it would already have vacated the premises. As it stands, the cat is most likely going to find out very quickly that Renfield is no less skilled in the ways of the fencing foil.
Shai-Hulud

Sandworms are cool. Not that this sketch really is, but at least it didn’t end up looking too horrible. I think I’ll have to revisit the subject matter again once I’ve actually figured out how to use the tablet a bit better.
Behold the Face of Pure Evil

Poodles are either the goofiest dogs ever, or the creepiest. Maybe a combination of both.
But mostly just creepy.
History in the Making

Over time the story became somewhat cloudy and muddled (sometimes it wasn’t a squirrel, but a rat), but the smith ever after maintained that it was the most stunning revelation he’d ever had. “If that vermin hadn’t decided to relax on the sun-warmed hull of my latest creation,” he told his chair (he was pushing 80), “I’d never have realized what I’d been missing all these years.”
And medieval war-fashion was never the same.
A Fine Concept

How I managed to get a copy of this image I shall not say, for I do not want to expose any of my trusted spies as they go about their surreptiotios business throughout the inner workings of the video game industry’s sewer pipes and coat closets. Anyway, it’s quite obviously a bit of concept art for LucasArts’ Monkey Island 5: The Force of Monkey Island.
Personally, I think this looks like a good start, and seems to point toward a good deal of simian-Jedi action, battling the minions of LeChuck The Ghost Zombie Demon Colossus Sith Pirate.
The Toyland Untensil Rebellion, Part 2

Excerpt from the diary of Hedgewold von Bufhousen
July 15, 1992
Dear Eloise,
This may come as a shock to you, but I was right all along. That creepy bear from the Wellinghouse Foundation’s annual Donation Drive and Chariot Race hates me.
I woke up from a deep, and what would have been rejuvenating, sleep around three o’clock in the morning to see it standing in my doorway, an eggbeater gripped in its villainously-stuffed paws. I was so startled, that I believe I fainted quite away. Upon rising in the morning, I found my entire shoelace collection a horrendous mess of frayed tangles – as if someone had taken an eggbeater to it. I believe this is more than mere coincidence.
From now on, I shall take a can of Raid to bed with me.
Yay for Tablets!

And no, I don’t mean those things you write cuneiform on, though they can be pleasant too.
I got my Wacom tablet yesterday, and it’s quite nice. Definately takes some getting used to, but it’s much better than a mouse for actually drawing on the computer. Besides the fact that you actually use a pen-like thing (which is already quite helpful), it’s also pressure-sensitive (which is definitely outside the realm of mouse-drawn art), allowing for lines of varying thickness and/or opacity.
Anyway, that apple was just my first quick attempt at using the thing with Photoshop.
The Toyland Utensil Rebellion, Part 1

Excerpt from the diary of Hedgewold von Bufhousen
July 10, 1992
Dear Diary, or should I call you Elsa? I know we’ve been through a lot, and I’ve had my share of, shall we say, episodes, but even you can attest to the fact that I am categorically not insane.
Having said that, I now have the duty to report a most intriguing turn of events. I was sitting quietly in my reclining chair, my lovely hand-carved tobacco pipe firmly clutched in my handsome knuckles, when my eyes fell upon the mantle above my fireplace. More specifically, upon the small ballerina music box which Aunt Reginald had the foresight to bestow upon me last Easter.
I know this may sound strange to one such as yourself, but I’m quite positive the girl was holding one of my spatulas above her head! Though how she came upon it in the first place is a mystery to me, as is the apparent discrepancy in my spatula’s size from when I used it to get taffy off the cat last fortnight to now, as it sat, no more than an inch long, in the handless grip of a plastic doll. I must be getting old. In fact, I find myself not even liking fudge the way I used to.
P.S. Did you know a ballerina can also be called a danseuse? I find that rather humorous for some reason.
Wallpapers!

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