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With the SOPA and PIPA blackouts I won’t post all the awesome Snowpocalypse pictures today.

-If I was geeky enough to actually black out my site, I would.

And Minecraft crazy, so I made him a Minecraft cake!

I ’specially like how well the chocolate chip hooves turned out on the sheep.

And it got a “Best birthday cake ever!” from the kids, so I’m happy.

Slices of bread lying under the kitchen table: “…”

Sam, picking them up mournfully: “They don’t look too dirty, can’t we still eat them?”

Me: “They’ve been on the floor since you made your lunch LAST NIGHT. That’s just a *bit* too far past the two-second rule.”

Sam: “We could wash them.”

Me: “If you wash dirty bread, you don’t get clean bread, you get soggy dirt on soggy bread.”

Sam: “Can we put them on the altar?”

Me: “You offer the best of what you have on the altar, not bread that’s been on the floor all night.”

Sam: “They could have their own altar.”

Slices of bread: “Bow down, insignificant humans!”

Someone posted this gorgeous sculpture on Facebook. The artist was not mentioned, but thankfully, my friend Scot Robinson saved the day by knowing the piece and her creator, Paige Bradley. She’s so gorgeous and powerful I can’t help but want to share her!

As much as I love art, it is not that frequently that a sculpture speaks to me as strongly as this one does. I love it. The smoothness of the lines, the realism of the body and muscles, the harsh edges of the cracks and the blazing light juxtaposed with the peacefulness of her expression. I can feel myself cracking open with her. Absolutely beautiful.

Thank you, Paige Bradley.

Cosmos just got featured(with an interview of teh Sam) on his school blog!

Proud momma moment.

A delightful music video by my new friend, Love.

Starring me and my freaky fun friends! And yes, dryads do like watermelon excessively, why do you ask?

What do you suppose it means when you wake from a dream with the message: “The princess didn’t come into her full powers until her father was castrated” playing over in your head?

It was an intricate fantasy confection of a dream, too. I was at times the rather misadventure-prone princess and at times her faithful companion child(boy, I think). We were scalawagging around the countryside when she was called back to the castle by the Queen(not her mother). We entered the Queen’s Chambers and She was occupied, finishing a painting of a half-naked maiden, while the Prince, her son, and her retinue watched. The young woman who was modelling for Her sat as though petrified(which she probably was). We had to wait attendance on Her while she finished, though we knew from the nervous glances of the courtiers that something dreadful was about to happen, or was already happening. My princess, familiar with court ways, played along, bickering in fine faux-sibling fashion with the Prince. He seemed a spiteful character, but she was trying to connect with him somewhere under all that, where perhaps (we hoped) he was still just a small boy.

When the Queen turned her attention on us, it was indeed horrible. Her gaze was penetrating, malicious and so very cold. She didn’t say much, but we knew at once that she had taken our father, the court wizard, into custody while we were gone and had summarily sentenced him to castration!

Somehow, the princess and I managed to flee and she commanded our way past confused servants into the subterranean temple vaults where he was being held. Furious, my princess fought her way to him, but she was too late, the evil deed had been done and he lay on a pallet, attended by nurses, looking old and weak and drained.

She cried out in anger and despair and laid her head against his heart. He cradled her and comforted her and a great sense of blessing descended on all of us. He seemed to grow larger, strong and shining, golden. He spoke to us without speaking and we felt the power flow into us and fill our hearts and minds and bodies. The princess and her father floated up to the ceiling and somehow I was with them, even as I was watching from the floor of the chamber. There was a lovely big tree in the center of the room, glorious and shining, studded with tiny, intricate ornaments that seemed to be spun of crystalline honey. The wizard and his daughter plucked them, or perhaps created some themselves and handed them to me and everyone present. Mine looked like a lily flower made of translucent golden wire.

We ate them and they were ambrosial, amazing.. Melting away in a sweet surprise that lasted long after the substance dissolved.

Hannah Fraser is an amazing lady. She fashioned her first mermaid tail(and worked on free-diving and breath-holding) when she was nine. Now, she’s got a whole quiver full of gorgeous tailsuits and travels the world swimming with whales, dolphins, turtles, etc, not only for her mermaid modeling career, but to help save the ocean’s beings!

Lovely, lovely footage of the mermaid frolicking with her sea friends on her site.

Happened to glance groggily out my window yestermorning, only to see a neighborhood girl yanking a bunch of peas off my vines!

She beat it too swiftly for me to make it downstairs in time to have a little talk with her. Next time I see her though, I’ll give her a little lesson in garden respect. Not that I mind if she snacks a bit, but my vines appreciate care!

Notice: This post narrated by Sam.

Page 007 (Sodalicious!)

Page 008 (Suddenly, better shading! Wow!)

Page 009 (Lamps with eyes are the best kind of lamps. I’d totally buy that lamp.)

Page 010 (Oh wait no that’s no lamp. Shocking twist. What is even this guy’s deal with these lamps.)

Page 011 (PLOT!! That’s a sound effect that needs to be used in comics more often.)

Page 012 (Shocking twist #2. Man Lekku what is even up with your mane in that last panel. Brush strokes eternal.)

Page 013 (Motion blur always. I have to draw those couches so many times i will just drop a spaceship on one, which just actually happened. Oh wait now it’s harder to draw. Dang)

Page 014 (See, when you cut something with a sword that looks like a peeled banana it clearly can’t be fixed. This is what happens in my world.)

How many couches CAN I destroy???????? Next on Cosmos!

Also, previous 4 pages are here; and the first two are here.