Life is Hard, the workload is bottomless, and it is officially Hermit Week (logo by Brandon, who is not a participant).
Monthly Archives: April 2010
I’ve been working in an “office” this week, so I’ve been too busy to draw all the various space snipers and whatnot that I’ve been meaning to put up here. It’s strange, going to work. Don’t they know that I’m a woman of leisure? Anyway, in the meantime, here are some scans of cozy houses from an old, French comic adaptation of The Wind In the Willows that Brandon found for me. Look at the hanging meats! Hardcore Marian porn.
At last I’ve learned how to make kombucha. That may sound like a nonsense sentence, but you should know that this drink (it’s a sort of fermented tea) is enormously addictive, and costs about $4.50 a thimble at grocery stores. It is perhaps the nearest I’ll ever approach to convincing myself that I’m restoring my HP/hearts/life bar (surely I can’t be the only child of the SNES who has a lingering potion fixation).
I’ve decided that I want a big, fat-marbled fantasy ham – the sort that hangs from the ceiling looking rustic. God, that would be the greatest thing ever. It would go something like this:
“Would I like some ham, now? Yes, I think I would. Oh hey, look over there! A big wad of ham from which I may cleave many meaty wodges!”
I never buy meat, see. It’s too expensive, and I don’t know how to cook it. Mostly this doesn’t bother me, as I grew up eating 15 oz of steak every evening, cooked rare enough to kill anyone who hasn’t been carefully conditioned to withstand all varieties of probable bacteria. The bloom is off the rose. But not today. Today I want HAM. And perhaps an entire goblin larder to go with it.
These are some shirt labels, well over a century old, that my great-great-grandfather the tailor used in his work. My dad has a roll of them, and as my attitude about old, heirloomy things (if practicable) is that generally they should be used, I wheedled him into giving me three.