Year of the Churro!

If you were wondering what happens when I let one of John Scalzi's tweets ferment in my head for far too long, this happens. Plus, you know, I'm just doing my part to fulfill the MOAR CHURROS thing. Thanks, John, for all the silliness. I, for one, am eager to hear of your next churro adventure. Also, the sugar coated steed does not have a name yet. I think I will leave that task up to you, dear internet. I suspect you shall not disappoint.

churro-ride

(P.S. WOOOO! ANOTHER SNOW DAY IN PORTLAND! Stay home Portlanders, you don't know how to do snow.)

UPDATE: Thanks so much to John for honoring me with this charming post about my image. You're making me blush all sorts of colors over here. Also, welcome to all the Whatever readers who have found themselves on my humble little site. Also, also, a challenge has been issued to out best me at Scalzi themed fan art. I'm sure there's someone out there up for this. I encourage any and all attempts (and successes). This is an exercise in silliness and creating awesome things, after all. :)

 

 

Month of Monsters: Nora the Nepenthesaurus

The prize, and favorite, specimen in Professor Luftuttle's menagerie, was the rare and beautiful Nepenthesaurus. She seemed to think very highly of the professor as well. Of course, it probably helped that he always had some succulent Theraphosa blondi's with him every time he visited his beloved pet. She did love her spiders.

Original art for sale. SOLD

Month of Monsters: Spacey Sven

"Do you know where I left my keys? I seem to have misplaced them. Hopefully I can find them before tonight's ritual opening of the door to the unspeakable horror dimension. The boys down at the portalarium will be quite irritated if I don't have the keys to the door.

"Okay, retrace my steps. That usually works right?

"I got some murder porridge from the fridge. Then I sat down to watch a bit of Yog-Sothoth's Space-Time Almanac. Then I used the little-cultist's room. Hmmm... those keys have to be around here somewhere."

After getting distracted several times, Sven finally found his keys five hours later. They were in his pocket.

Original art for sale.