right. tshirts are up.
2 new designs, 2 old ones. try the store or pop me a line.
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noooo comic on the site! or moreover a strip from the latest issue – and you’ll be thankful ye bastards.
Here’s a question for you –
would you like me to post the comic straight into livejournal so that you don’t even have to look for it
OR
do you like the little link as it is
OR
is there a better way? something bold, something … i don’t know, lazy?
and i’m looking into fixing the irregularity issue too. and by that i mean i’m going to draw more. easy there tiger.
x
and this year i wish to submit this to the hall of “meme’s are fundamentally a bit shite, but this one is just about forgiveable”
Oh Great Cthulhu!
I have been an extremely assiduous devotee this year.
In February, I prepared an ocean voyage to R’lyeh (200 points). In October, I legally changed my name to Randolph Carter (-40 points). In May, I recruited ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
theheatherfreak as a new cultist (30 points). In November, I fed evildeadfish to a Shoggoth (250 points). In August, I visited my relatives in Innsmouth (100 points). Last week, I burnt my copy of the Necronomicon (-75 points).
In short, I have been very good (465 points) and deserve the honour of having my body used as a host for one of your servitors.
Your humble and obedient servant,
fetishman
Submit your own plea to Cthulhu!
generally i fill this journal with semi-comic related bollocks, but today i think you would all be delighted to hear about the new policy they’ve introduced at my work.
In an effort to encourage us all to recycle, the management have decided to place a set of recycling bins on every floor of our building (hurrah you cry! recycling at a mere 40 yards and 3 sets of doors from my office! even a lazy bastard like me can now recycle!) ~and~ removed the bins from everyone’s office. all of them. Apparently i was emailed this, but i’m quietly confident i never received an email entitled “we’re taking your bin”.
Therefore, i now have no bin in my office. None. Pas de bin. Not even a cardboard box with the words “empty this yourself you lazy bastard” stamped on it. SO … every time i have a sandwich, every time i discard a page of erroneous calculation, every time i throw out this months copy of the in-house magazine, every time i discard a snot-ridden tissue … i’m apparently supposed to walk to the bin 40 yards away.
Bless ’em. Universities are apparently filled with some of the finest minds in the country and yet they’ve all failed to realise that the reason one employs cleaners at an office is so that the other workers spend more time working rather than doing the cleaning. fucking genius.
right. i’m off to nick a bin.
okay lads and lasses, a strange request/opportunity for a select few:
there’s a jeweller i know in york (so it’s partly a question of whether you can get to york easily enough) who is considering going into bespoke piercings, and as such he’s looking for male or female models with either genital or nipple piercing who would be happy to trim pubes and sport his stuff for a photographer, with a view to these going on show. His stuff is both elegant, on occasion witty, and utterly unique. If you’re interested drop us a reply, or contact the woman and get her to tell me.
x geof
EDIT:
the_fee_fairy raised a couple of good points regarding hygiene, so here is a little more detail:
i) he’s fully aware about the hygiene thing, but the metals he’s working with are expensive (22 carat gold and platinum etc.): therefore he’ll happily offer the model a discount on the jewellery, but if they don’t wish to take it he intends to melt the stuff down so at least he can reuse the raw materials.
ii) the offer is basically a set of high-quality prints, an invitation to the gallery show, and a discount on the jewellery if you choose to take it.