I was listening to Dolly Alderton’s “Love Stories” podcast the other day, and she asked one of her guests (I’m paraphrasing loosely) what foods she ate when she was in love, and correspondingly what foods she ate when she was heartbroken. I liked this a lot and wanted to add my own version to the Hchom book, extending the list to include other categories. Yes, I am one of those disgusting people who gorges while reading, and you can suss out my favourite books by their smears!
I also wanted to post the list so I could get everybody else’s input. I think the question can be loose: what are your associations from a specific meal, or what foods do you crave in general when working, in love, etc.? I should add as an aside: I view “love”, here, as encompassing friends and family and whatever else, in addition to classic romantic love. I mean, I’ve consumed some exceptional pizza while spending time with The Elder Scrolls.
I was recently reminded that I’m due for a birthday want list, so I’ve placed it at the top of the queue.
Filed under MTC, Want Lists
Here is my Instagram, as promised.
Thank you to everybody who commented on the previous post – and again, to everyone who has visited over the years. I will do my damnedest to make a book for you! I’m going to keep the site up a little while longer, for ease of reference, but it’s now officially an archive. Please imagine dust and echoes, as you scroll.
To start with, here’s the first page of a silent comic I drew recently. It’s very short, but it might be the first completely textless comic I’ve ever made.
This is just a quick post to say that The Beguiling, in Toronto, sells my original comic pages. Why have I never pointed that out, before? Because I’m bad at PR, I guess. Anyway, I just sent them a bunch of my big, fully painted covers, so here’s the link to that.
A while back, a nice director man made a short film based on my old Meathaus comic about a dying dog. Now the film has been posted online, and you can watch it here. I must say, the passage of time makes this no less surreal.
I’m sorry to have missed Wednesday. I suppose I’d better accept the inevitable slide into more casual posting, as I move deeper into other projects. Some people are good at juggling many pins, but I have enough trouble throwing one in the air and then catching it again when it falls.
Anyway, here are some life drawing sketches. I did a drop in session last week for the first time in, I dunno, maybe not a decade but close enough, and I could practically feel the electricity moving through dormant parts of my brain.
I’ve decided that my witch collects skulls – from her slain enemies, of course, but also from any old corpse that she comes across. Allies’ skulls, whatever. If her sister died, she’d probably take her skull too. So in lieu of a proper level five character update, which I couldn’t quite manage in my day of pre-travel errands, here’s a selection of her trophies (I’m not very diligent about taking notes or recording names, as you can see by my creative labelling).
These are, of course, destined to line her caster’s tower. She’s the kingdom’s magister (I say D&D, but we’re actually playing the Pathfinder Kingmaker campaign), so as my GM points out, this might repel the general populace, but that just makes it extra delightful. She’s a repellent lady, my witch.
I know bracelets show up on a lot of my want lists, but that’s because they’re a powerful, ongoing want – almost a shiny-level want, really. And unlike other types of jewellery, or other brightly coloured things, they won’t go absolutely unworn. So let me break down the current crop in detail:
Tomorrow is June, so it’s time for the annual birthday list.
This week, I’m going to paint a giant mural on my wall. I think I’ll go with a cave canem-looking dog guardian this time; though the sketch looks more like a dog-rat hybrid, doesn’t it. Anyway, it’s as close as I’ll get to having real dog, at least for the next few years, so I’ll take what I can get. Or beget, I guess.
When I switched from goblin portraits to (photo-realistic) self-portraits, I meant it to be an evolution. No more hiding behind the goblin, I told myself; it’s time to step out of my comfort zone, and wear some weird shit
But of course, the more I forced the idea, the more I found myself dressing in nothing but black jeans and t-shirts and sneakers. And no wonder, because by retiring the goblin I was, in fact, retiring my capacity for adventure. Frankly, I’m ashamed! It’s like life and art have taught me nothing. The goblin was never impeding my braver, weirder, colour-clashing self; it is my braver, weirder, colour-clashing self (and my greedy self, and my hoarding self, and my no-sharing, go-away self, etc.)
So the goblin has thrust its way back in, as it was bound to do sooner or later. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it. Maybe now we’ll have some proper, ridiculous outfit posts.
I’ve recently found a regular group of lovely, experienced D&D players who are willing to let me join them. They’ll never get rid of me now, the poor souls, and neither will you in terms of having to hear all about it; so to start with, here’s my level one witch, Yrra.
I’m working on a big paperwork-heavy thing right now, which means that my attention is wandering towards all the various fantasy games I’m not allowed to play. And somehow, despite the (literally) thousands of hours I’ve already sunk into it, I still find myself itching for Skyrim. Oh, Skyrim! Sweet, unmelting dopamine popsicle! I’ll never be able to quit you.