Looking at this list, I’m convinced that that my immediate response to any stressful situation should be to crash an upper crust wine and cheese dinner party. Well. Noted for future reference, I guess.
I know the candles don’t count as food, but on the other hand you probably could consume a high quality beeswax candle without necessarily dying?
I want to hear what other people’s stress foods are.
My current wants have naturally coalesced into a want list, so here it is.
The annual birthday list! Not to be neglected, no matter how long it’s been since my last post.
Since Dragon Age is half set in a Frenchish fictional country (called Orlais), I feel compelled to make French snacks and pastries my loose theme. There are worse compulsions to be faced with, I’m sure.
You guys might remember my “Skryim Week” from three Novembers ago. Dragon Age Inquisition is another such giant fantasy game, due out very soon. I’ve been looking forward to it for years, and I fully intend to sacrifice a giant portion of my life to it, so now I must gird my loins and stock my larders.
I updated the Vancouver section with a few more places. The ratio of bakeries to non-bakeries is getting a little absurd, but what can you do.
I’ve mentioned my yearning for shiny silver shoes on a previous want list (or maybe two, I’m losing track). I found the perfect pair. Seriously perfect, like, as far as I’m concerned they cannot be improved upon. And of course they’re totally beyond my reach, as anything perfect should be.
Shoes aside, I want to add a quick thanks to everyone who bought a pack. I sold out on the illustrations faster than I thought I would, so I’m taking my time on the sketches before I send them all out at the end of this week (later than I’d planned, but I think the delay is worth it). Drawing everyone’s sketches is always the best part.
Anybody who wants to jump in on a late illustration pack can still do that – I don’t have a lot of Hchom material left, but there are still drawings from my tumblr, and some other stuff along those lines. I’ll keep that open until the end of the month, as promised. The daggers will of course stay up indefinitely, and since I expect to sell them slowly I’ll take care to make each package really exceptional and full of good things.
I’ve been wanting to do this Hchom sale for a long, long time, but it was difficult to plan, reliant on several weeks’ access to the appropriate power tools and sawdust-friendly work space. This year I’ve finally made it happen: carved wooden daggers with the full fantasy trappings. In my attendant fiction, these daggers were forged by the Immortal Goblin Smith Öσ (I’m pronouncing it “Od”, but do as you will) who sold his sight in exchange for mastery of his craft. They were presented as gifts to five kings who were cursed to wield no metal as punishment for their endless warring. (Unfortunately I’m not actually a master smith, but maybe we can all pretend together).
I’ve made a temporary page with all the details – you can click here (or on the new icon to the right) to visit it.
As well as the big dagger packs, I’ve put together some illustration packs in the $50-70 range. Since I was already making block prints to include in the dagger booklets, I re-printed a couple copies of an old sleeping mouse linoblock, and you can find those in the options as well. As always, everyone gets a sketch with their package – just let me know what you’d like to see. Email me (email@example.com) to purchase packs, or ask questions.
I put this up on Tumblr last week, but it really belongs on Hchom. What we have here, of course, is my own version of the government-approved food pyramid of the 80’s and 90’s. For anybody not familiar, the idea is that the bottom rung represents the food you’re supposed to eat in the largest quantities, ascending to the foods you’re supposed to eat in the smallest quantities. I’ll spare you guys my rant about how stupid I think the original was (and is), but individual and ever-changing food pyramids are a different thing entirely.
What does mine contain? WELL. The bottom level is obviously all breads and muffins and scones and stuff, followed one tier up by various desserts (the distinction between these two might be a little fuzzy, but nevermind). Then fine choccy, of course, then fruit, and by fruit I mean mostly apples. Then coffee and tea (which probably should have been lower down, if I’m being honest). Then last of all, the top tier changes month by month depending on what silly thing I’m fixating on. At the moment it’s those stupid, trendy (expensive, argh) green juices that I used to mock, but now crave constantly god damn it.
I’ve reached that point midway through summer where all I can do is flop about from one petulant heap to another and whine (whiiiiine!) about how the never ending sunshine is melting my flesh and my eyes. Go die in a fire yourself, giant death orb! I can’t openly complain about it as much as I’d like, or my friends and family (and the fair folk of Middle Earth) will start to shun me, so I’m trying to find distractions that will pull me through until September. Yesterday I unlaced and cleaned my leather shoes and boots – regardless of whether they needed it or not (what most of them need are new soles). Then I systematically tried on and admired my wool jackets and my overcoat. Today I’m doing this Fall adventures post.
Once, in a bygone age, I bought new jackets like they were no big deal. New jacket? Pshaw. Three jackets a year, at least, and time let me play and be golden in the mercy of his means. But a new jacket means more to me now, and I have to consider very carefully how it’s going to fit into my wardrobe, and what I’m going to wear it with, and so on.
Lo and behold, my birthday is in just over two weeks. So here’s my – what is it – fourth annual Hchom birthday list? Who can keep track, they all look more or less the same.
This illustration (the original line art, at any rate) is up right now at the Gallery 33 in Amsterdam, as part of their Cabinet show. The show runs until the 20th of June, so if you’re the sort of fortunate human being who lives in or around Amsterdam, then you should go have a look.
My dear old Moss died last week. What a fine, weird creature he was. I’m happy that he made it all the way through his life, to be a tottery old man who snarled at puppies and stole butter from tabletops.