Freak Angels is a free, weekly webcomic written by Warren Ellis and Paul Duffield. Any time you pass up the chance to read free Ellis is bad on you.
The Adventures of Boschen and Netsuko is a free webcomic as well. If you like surreal sci-fi with cute girls and crazy aliens then you should definetely check it out (NSFW).
This free webcomic is called Girl Genius. It's produced by Phil & Kaja Foglio, who I remember making some of the best fantasy art from the old days of Magic: The Gathering. It combines elements of classic Young Adult fantasy in a well-realized Steampunk world.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Bad feelings
Rough times are these when neighbors only mutter curses to one another. Just today my neighbor, whom I suppose I "live beneath" gave me such a cursing. You see, as the sun was rising this morning, I took the hellhound out water the grass, so to speak, and as I stood there in front of the building, seemingly still dreaming, from the road appeared my neighbor.
She stomped past me as the hairs on my hounds back bristled. Her gaze was something terrifying to beheld, like she had dwelt to deeply into whatever corruption she associated herself with. Do not ask me what! I make no consideration of her, nor to her own cadre of residents, each a nuisance to mine old decayed ear buds.
As she passed, I regretfully looked upon her horrid visage. Eyes sunk low within pools of miasma; a mouth, long and drawn and twisted with it's curse. She spoke and I recall with horror that I did not understand what she said, nor it was surely spoken in a dialect not used since modern times drove away eldrich beings. She hissed and gnashed her teeth and I can report that I did make out the word "disgusting" and an utterance, in vain, of the christian idol. I make no fictions on this account.
I must admit a degree of paranoia did overtake me for a time. I could not relax and felt as though a great evil would befall me, here in my own personal decrepitude.
Gone, I suppose, are the times of the nuclear age when people were raised to be neighborly and, perhaps, even be friends based on proximity. Enough to make me nostalgic for simpler times I knew, before I became such ad old sod.
for the record. yes I am old and yes I am disgusting. I also admit to being an abhoratiion of Nature. I am likely to be wistful of times when parents would take responsibility for the short-comings of their offspring instead of willfully passing them on.
Enough about my rotten morning. I have a clip that will surely induce its own brand of uneasy feelings. I shall watch after imbibing a few doses of Nyquil, for old bones ache and dreaming is building an empire, while this RL only crumbles to dust. Farewell kiddies.
She stomped past me as the hairs on my hounds back bristled. Her gaze was something terrifying to beheld, like she had dwelt to deeply into whatever corruption she associated herself with. Do not ask me what! I make no consideration of her, nor to her own cadre of residents, each a nuisance to mine old decayed ear buds.
As she passed, I regretfully looked upon her horrid visage. Eyes sunk low within pools of miasma; a mouth, long and drawn and twisted with it's curse. She spoke and I recall with horror that I did not understand what she said, nor it was surely spoken in a dialect not used since modern times drove away eldrich beings. She hissed and gnashed her teeth and I can report that I did make out the word "disgusting" and an utterance, in vain, of the christian idol. I make no fictions on this account.
I must admit a degree of paranoia did overtake me for a time. I could not relax and felt as though a great evil would befall me, here in my own personal decrepitude.
Gone, I suppose, are the times of the nuclear age when people were raised to be neighborly and, perhaps, even be friends based on proximity. Enough to make me nostalgic for simpler times I knew, before I became such ad old sod.
for the record. yes I am old and yes I am disgusting. I also admit to being an abhoratiion of Nature. I am likely to be wistful of times when parents would take responsibility for the short-comings of their offspring instead of willfully passing them on.
Enough about my rotten morning. I have a clip that will surely induce its own brand of uneasy feelings. I shall watch after imbibing a few doses of Nyquil, for old bones ache and dreaming is building an empire, while this RL only crumbles to dust. Farewell kiddies.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Good Omens
I would like to take the opportunity presented to me in starting this blog to mention what is, by my expectations, a prospicious event marking the close of 2010.
There has been a recorded sighting of The Macho Graybeard in Florida. He was filmed cutting a promo on "The Night Before Christmas" at a gathering of Yankees holding a Christmas charity party.
The Macho Graybeard was known throughout the end of the 20th century as the Macho Man and then ascended to become The Macho King. He retired from professional wrestling sometime in the late ninties, hopefully as a Macho Millionaire.
There is no doubt The Macho Graybeard imbibed the traditional poem with Madness. In my estimation, this definitely augers well for 2011.
May he crush those, and all, loquacious, philistine journalists who pollute the video-scope with mindless drivel and and seek to annul true greatness.
Ride on a bolt of lightning and make no apologies.
There has been a recorded sighting of The Macho Graybeard in Florida. He was filmed cutting a promo on "The Night Before Christmas" at a gathering of Yankees holding a Christmas charity party.
The Macho Graybeard was known throughout the end of the 20th century as the Macho Man and then ascended to become The Macho King. He retired from professional wrestling sometime in the late ninties, hopefully as a Macho Millionaire.
There is no doubt The Macho Graybeard imbibed the traditional poem with Madness. In my estimation, this definitely augers well for 2011.
May he crush those, and all, loquacious, philistine journalists who pollute the video-scope with mindless drivel and and seek to annul true greatness.
Ride on a bolt of lightning and make no apologies.
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