Listen to my tale of shame and woe.
I am thirty one years old. I grew up in a village with two equestrian centers. And I have only now learnt how to say the word “jodphurs”.
At some point I will forget this nugget of information and go back to saying “jolpurs” and making a show of myself.
The weather has been so tempestuous lately, and the seas so rough, that I’d like to think that all the local sea monsters are just hanging out in the bar swopping stories until things calm down a bit.
Lots of scribbley stuff lately. There was a fancy lantern in the hotel lobby where we were waiting to join some friends for dinner.
Apparently, rabbits eat their own poo. I would have been happier not knowing this, but now I know, and so do you. Sorry.
I had all kinds of intentions of doing loads of drawings in the new year, but it turns out my mouse is worn out from too much cookie clicker, and apparently I can’t do drag and drop right now with any kind of consistency, which totally torpedoes any kind of vector work. Enjoy this dodgy old mouse that I drew on a phone screen with my finger instead.
The light was glinting into the living room at an odd angle one day and I noticed the reflections of points of light on the television screen were all…fancy. But in an orderly fashion. Is the reflection polarized?
Anyway, here’s a pixel art representation of what it looked like. I think this would look cool in a comic as a special effect; a spell, or a flash from a sword in motion.