I DID IT

Ok let me tell you the story of these mittens. The story of these mittens is that three years ago, when I was still in Paris, I managed to make one mitten before it got too hot for them to be useful. “I’m not spending my summer making a mitten,” I said to myself. “I’ll put it in this drawer until it gets cooler and I can start the second one.” And so I did, I put it in my chest of drawers, where it was immediately devoured by carpet beetles, along with all the remaining yarn I had to finish the other one. And I was mad.

Now, finally, years later, they are done. Two whole mittens. May the yarn gods forever protect them from the forces of evil.

space is cold u better bring a sweater
no matter where I go in life I always come back to Small Thing Big Sweater and I think it’s mostly just because that’s what I wish I was wearing at any given time. Anyway I sort of lost track of what I was going for here, but, here is Alis. You can always identify Alis because it has wonked-up teeth and I really like to draw them so they’re always visible.

space is cold u better bring a sweater

no matter where I go in life I always come back to Small Thing Big Sweater and I think it’s mostly just because that’s what I wish I was wearing at any given time. Anyway I sort of lost track of what I was going for here, but, here is Alis. You can always identify Alis because it has wonked-up teeth and I really like to draw them so they’re always visible.

In the world of hyperqualified government researchers ineptly trying to figure out what’s the deal with a handful of tiny aliens, Jo and Tristan are henceforth known as “Team Eyebrows.”

While I was doing this I vaguely remembered an unfinished drawing of Jo in my sketchbook from several years ago, and I was really tempted to stick it up here for comparison but that seemed really mean to my 20-year-old self, so I’m just going to say that her left eye appeared to be sliding off her face like a half-liquid Dali clock. In the top corner of the page a scribbled note read “just the usual eyeball issues.” I am, at the very least, consistently self-aware.

In the British folk tale The King of the Cats, a man comes home to tell his wife and cat, Old Tom, that he saw nine black cats with white spots on their chests carrying a coffin with a crown on it, and one of the cats tells the man to “Tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toldrum is dead.” The cat then exclaims, “What?! Old Tim dead! Then I’m the King o’ the Cats!” Old Tom then climbs up the chimney and is never seen again.
I left the Wikipedia article for “cat sith” open on my computer for several hours because I refused to close it without showing somebody this two-line summary that someone obviously thought was important enough to include

on the way home from work a guy pulled up beside me at a light with his windows down and music playing really loud, like upbeat, repetitive, video-game-sounding music, and I was like “what is this, is that mariokart music,” and I tried to look over into his car without making it too obvious, and he had a little Luigi hanging from his mirror and then he revved the engine loudly and drove off

this is a real thing I witnessed, this is something that actually happened

kaki-quin

kaki—king:

electronicmily:

Don’t you hate it when you’re drawing on your computer and you get everything sketched out all nice and then you pause for a second and open tumblr and a picture of Patrick Stewart’s face comes up but before you can scroll down to read why your computer crashes and the screen freezes on that picture of Patrick Stewart and the song you are listening to in your headphones, which is Liztomania, is reduced to a juddering one-syllable loop and you desperately mash ctrl+alt+del over and over in hopes that maybe something will happen or that there is some heretofore-unknown autosave function in FireAlpaca because you haven’t saved yet but the mouse is stuck and Patrick Stewart is staring at you over the continuous spasmodic drone of half a second of audio and in light of the fact that it’s midnight and you’re kind of tired the situation is becoming so legitimately unsettling that finally you just claw the headphones off your head and hold down the power button until the screen goes blank and your computer makes a resigned, sickly beep, sending your mostly-finished drawing into the dark abyss of lost information?

Does this happen to anybody else

I just wanted to see if FireAlpaca has an Autosave function…

…and I see this instead.

hahahahaha oh my god I am sorry.

(but as far as I know it doesn’t)

A couple of Saburos. Except that in one of them he has a tiny ear and one has a huge ear? Consistency is not my game. I am sorry.

He likes the longer hair better but he has to cut if off whenever he goes out on Agency Business because of the dress code. What is the Agency? I don’t really know, and you are probably not supposed to.

Saburo is pretty much singlehandedly responsible for various rumors about the Agency breeding human-alien hybrids. These rumors are false and silly, of course. Saburo’s genetic material is over 99% human, and the remaining fraction is purely terrestrial. What kind of company do you think we are.