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In a Body Without a Heart


You Can Put a Blue Ribbon on My Brain


Painted using on the iPhone. See also: Sleepless Castle.

The Cat Who Came For Dinner

The Cat Who Came For Dinner

Doom knows about your freshly-stocked cupboard.

The Palace Of Badminton

The Palace Of Badminton

When one is larking around with ideas, the ideas sometimes take their own route to completion.

In my senior year of high school, I played badminton practically every morning before classes. My playing partner was one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever known. I couldn’t hope to equal him at math or science or language (though we were close at the latter). At badminton, however, we were perfectly matched.

Naturally, this meant we had to destroy each other.

We explored various methods — beginning with increasing the speed of return, the height of the net, the number of birdies in play — and escalating into a kind of Calvinball of baroque and convoluted rules which borrowed liberally from soccer and ping pong.

Such a development between skilled, competitive players is inevitable and, once experienced, ruinously addictive. To every pursuit which follows in life, one brings an insatiable desire for the worthy opponent — the singular being who will force you to get better.

Find that person and go start a happy feud.

The Old Windmill

The Old Windmill

Windmills make me happy.

Green Fangoid

A portrait of the artist when failed by technology

My apologies for the lack of updates lately. Many small emergencies — especially small emergencies involving that disaster of a language named Perl — have a way of depleting one’s motivation. I was able to knock out this lovely self-portrait easily enough, though. Even the horrid draftsmanship and terrible composition are evocative of my current mood.

Now, let us all vigorously sweep the surface of our desks.

Gold Star, Outlaw Cat!

Outlaw Cat is surrounded by a treasury of stars.

Outlaw Cat can’t help himself around shiny things… like, you know, stars.

(Personally, I always preferred the red or green ones. Could use a few of those right about now.)

La Dame Bleue

The Blue Lady

A quick portrait.

Site 11: Tumble Home

Surviving illustration of USS Macon (ZRS-5) approaching canyon entrance somewhere near Site 11.

Stern view of the USS Macon (ZRS-5) becalmed before another canyon opening near Site 11 or Site 12 sometime in 1933. As previously stated, many documents related to the FORTUNE BLACK IDOL program are missing, encrypted using ciphers for which no decryption keys remain, or are misfiled. Most documents related to Site 11 fall into that category — perhaps purposefully, given the sensitive nature of the program. Fragmentary logs indicate Site 11 was given the code name TUMBLE HOME. We believe this reflects the extreme environmental conditions encountered there.

The Gated Key

A small junk passes before a gated key device half-sunk in an unidentified body of water.

The attached illustration recently turned up in the estate collection of a little known 20th century American artist. The illustration depicts a small junk-rigged sailboat passing between two sea stacks in a coastal area (possibly Thailand?). We note a distinct similarity between the central structure depicted in the Site 12 illustration titled “Kalopsian Abyss” and the far “sea stack” depicted here.

Both objects feature a ring structure which surrounds — but is disconnected from — a cylindrical object of approximately half the ring’s diameter. The TABLET RUBY DOOR program identified anomalous devices with this topology as “Gated Key” devices and recommends their immediate quarantine or demolition when discovered.