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.

Last night I dreamed that there were a lot of ants in my bed, and I was mildly bothered by this but at this point I’m kind of used to the ants and accept them as an inconvenient feature of the house (recently we had ants in the toilet, which is a mystery that will probably never be explained) so I woke up a couple times in a row just sort of thinking “ANTS! Ants. Ants are here. This is an Ant Place.” And then, evidently not in a full state of consciousness, I decided that I had probably offended the ants and should move out of the bed in apology. So I got up and moved to the other side of the room, where I lay down on the carpet, covered myself completely in a sheet ("so the ants won’t wake me up when they walk over me on their way to the bed") and went back to sleep.

It all seemed really reasonable at the time. The floor was surprisingly comfortable.

I have to go to a baby shower next weekend and I’m knitting SO MANY baby socks. I am pretty sure this is the cutest thing I have ever made in my life. I just got one ball of yarn that cycles through a full rainbow gradient, with the intent of just making as many related-but-nonidentical socks as I could. It was a really good decision.
This is also why I keep thinking about Clothes and how kids hating clothes is a true stereotype at this point, but I’m convinced that this is because kids are predisposed to see clothes the way they kind of should be seen, which is as armor. But instead you give a child clothes and it’s like young one, take this shapeless tube and cover your shameful body. What kind of present is that. This is how I feel when my mother gives me three identical shirts in different colors for christmas.
So this is why it turns out I really like knitting socks, because feet are so damn weird you’re forced to make something that’s tailored to your body, and this is how it should be. 

I have to go to a baby shower next weekend and I’m knitting SO MANY baby socks. I am pretty sure this is the cutest thing I have ever made in my life. I just got one ball of yarn that cycles through a full rainbow gradient, with the intent of just making as many related-but-nonidentical socks as I could. It was a really good decision.

This is also why I keep thinking about Clothes and how kids hating clothes is a true stereotype at this point, but I’m convinced that this is because kids are predisposed to see clothes the way they kind of should be seen, which is as armor. But instead you give a child clothes and it’s like young one, take this shapeless tube and cover your shameful body. What kind of present is that. This is how I feel when my mother gives me three identical shirts in different colors for christmas.

So this is why it turns out I really like knitting socks, because feet are so damn weird you’re forced to make something that’s tailored to your body, and this is how it should be. 

In further things I forgot I drew a while ago, here is your Ghibli Girl Protagonist for the story I’d like to make out of that dream where I flew a glider into the ruins of modern civilization to salvage books. Unless I think of a better one, her name is Torus. (In the dream it was just me, but that’s no fun.)
The idea was that the harness thing clicks into the front of the glider so she can hang with her hands free to work the controls and her feet on the steering pedals. That’s a little whistle clipped to her collar in case she’s stuck and can’t move her arms.
She kind of looks like a couple people I know, I think, but that’s mostly unintentional.

In further things I forgot I drew a while ago, here is your Ghibli Girl Protagonist for the story I’d like to make out of that dream where I flew a glider into the ruins of modern civilization to salvage books. Unless I think of a better one, her name is Torus. (In the dream it was just me, but that’s no fun.)

The idea was that the harness thing clicks into the front of the glider so she can hang with her hands free to work the controls and her feet on the steering pedals. That’s a little whistle clipped to her collar in case she’s stuck and can’t move her arms.

She kind of looks like a couple people I know, I think, but that’s mostly unintentional.

oh haha, that goblin draw also has a bonus imprint of some kind of horrible girl I drew a while ago when I was frustrated because I couldn’t get anything I drew to look right. That’s cool, I’m going to leave that there.

When I was in my senior year one of my drawing classes had us do this horrible animation project where each frame was drawn on a big sheet of paper in charcoal, then photographed and erased. it was kind of a train wreck for various reasons but I remember everybody trying to erase the weird temporal trails left behind every moving element and the professor walking around saying “You can’t get rid of it. Just leave it there. You have to embrace the ghosts.” So whenever I find something like that I think about Embracing the Ghost. It’s a good set of words I think.

Let’s Draw Lysander in a slightly less cartoony fashion
Lysander facts:
Lysander was originally the imaginary friend of a thirteen-year-old girl sometime in the 1980s. The girl’s name was Beth but he doesn’t remember what his name was then. Becky named him Lysander when she first found him, but who knows why. She probably just thought it sounded cool.
He didn’t always look like that either - in the beginning he was probably meant to be between sixteen and eighteen years old, pale, sort of fluffy hair. But as the imaginaries gradually lose their sense of self they tend to caricaturize and distill down to their most distinctive features - he got taller and thinner, the hair got out of control. When Becky found him, her influence got him to looking a bit more human again, though her initial impression of him made him recrystallize in a different way this time. He doesn’t remember what he used to look like, though considering that multiple people have independently nicknamed him “Starman” and “Major Tom” (and, in Nelsey’s case, “the Thin White Spook,” which he admitted was pretty funny) you can probably get an idea of what he was built from.
He doesn’t have to eat but he does anyway sometimes, though he prefers soup and hot drinks to actual solid food. If he’s away from Becky for long enough to start getting all ghosty again it stops working, and if he tries to drink something it’ll just sort of pour back out of him. It’s gross.

Let’s Draw Lysander in a slightly less cartoony fashion

Lysander facts:

  • Lysander was originally the imaginary friend of a thirteen-year-old girl sometime in the 1980s. The girl’s name was Beth but he doesn’t remember what his name was then. Becky named him Lysander when she first found him, but who knows why. She probably just thought it sounded cool.
  • He didn’t always look like that either - in the beginning he was probably meant to be between sixteen and eighteen years old, pale, sort of fluffy hair. But as the imaginaries gradually lose their sense of self they tend to caricaturize and distill down to their most distinctive features - he got taller and thinner, the hair got out of control. When Becky found him, her influence got him to looking a bit more human again, though her initial impression of him made him recrystallize in a different way this time. He doesn’t remember what he used to look like, though considering that multiple people have independently nicknamed him “Starman” and “Major Tom” (and, in Nelsey’s case, “the Thin White Spook,” which he admitted was pretty funny) you can probably get an idea of what he was built from.
  • He doesn’t have to eat but he does anyway sometimes, though he prefers soup and hot drinks to actual solid food. If he’s away from Becky for long enough to start getting all ghosty again it stops working, and if he tries to drink something it’ll just sort of pour back out of him. It’s gross.