printed a nice stack of poasters for an artist's alley im tabling at on saturday with a thing i drew last night. inexplicably only capable of functioning the week of a deadline

offwhite tshirt with like a hundred test prints layered on top of each other. the latest is in white and is a chihuahua on a skateboard saying 'dont talk to cops!'

i keep telling my boss we should sell my test shirts for one THOUSAND DOLLARS

"I've got Harb." An informative screenshot from Ys III: Wanderers from Ys

I've got Harb.

my art exists at the intersection between fucking around and finding out

also i gotta stress how crazy it is that hospitals will be like oh we had to cancel this biopsy request because no one gave us a CD with pictures of your weird body on it. please mail us a CD. its 2026. if i didnt have a weird boyfriend who loves old garbage i dont even know how id put that on a cd

its probably not!!! but im excited for when they invent a body that doesn't fail you or is secretly weird and you only find out its being secretly weird because of some offhanded thing a lady told you several years ago and after 'keeping an eye on it' for 3 yrs its time to stab it with a big needle

wasnt going to buy tomodachi life and instead was going to (redacted) it but now that i have to go be scared because i got a cool email thats says i have a 5-20% chance of having CANCER i am spending stupid money and giving it to the company i hate. fuck it give me my ant farm. several gun emojis

genuinely how could you do this to me before bed time. im going to have streamer-based night terrors now

learning about both the bloodborne movie and the northernlion cruise within 2 minutes of each other has had me staring into the middle distance for half an hour

ceramic house hippo in a very realistic ceramic sculpture of a bowl of cereal. its takin a lil bath in the milk with the fruit loops. life could be a dream

one of my favourite potters in the city keeps making house hippos. im absolutely fucking enamoured with these little guys lmao

very excited about the new tomodachi life but also sad it isn't in a handheld format. i feel like a big part of it was sitting in a highschool science class and checking in on my portable ant colony. oh ganondorf wants a divorce okay

"but did you consider...." yes i made this one too don't worry.

found this Creature rummaging around my trashcan. sprayed it with bug spray but it just grew Bigger said strange noises like "wiwi wi wi gla gla". should i just flush it down the toilet???

DOWN 👇👇👇 TOILET !!! TAKE NO CHANCES

actually i just got word that even if you don't live in toronto and are just visiting you can still come and hang out. huge opportunity don't miss out

bunch of ceramic bug things chilling on a big green couch in a gallery

hi everyone if you live in toronto and want to see some of my art formally installed instead of chilling on a couch all casual style you can come to northern contemporary between april 8th to 14th

the issue with having a bunch of alarms that are the sounds of a bunch of ghouls and ghasts groaning and screaming is that if you, say, have your headphones on and are listening to music on your mp3 player. you may be making public transit a lot scarier for a lot of people

what's stopping a clam from being a beautiful woman

ouuughhh i love them

IF I HAD TO BE COOKED ID LIKE THE DOG IN THE WHEEL TO BE RESPONSIBLE

a frightening post to make following our conversation last night

i like feeling like the big weird giant that is responsible for a patch of dirt. yesssss my bugs eat my leaf litter i scooped it off the ground specially for you. thats what being humans all about baby

well yes shit sucks. but have you considered that i have begun to seed the derelict backyard of this rental building with native flora and that with any luck we shall eventually witness a bounty of biodiversity, coaxed from its hiding place through careful stewardship. have you considered that???

i love zine fairs but as someone who unwillingly radiates an aura of awkwardness and discomfort (AoE i fear) it is (occasionally) hell on earth. desperately trying to avoid eye contact while zinesters with big wet eyes gently gaze upwards at me like alt baby deer

big things are coming (if you like stupid shit)

no i am not 'touch starved' i am feeling the need to be pickled. i need someone to put a big rock on me until my sugars turn into Something Else Entirely thank you very mcuh

Three panel comic. Panel 1: an emo kid is sitting at the table in a casual restaurant with his family, who seem chipper and normal. He is staring intensely at another table. Panel 2: an emo girl is also sitting at a different table with her family, and staring back. Panel 3: their thought bubble connects to a shared dream where they are two badass wolf people madly in love, riding a motorcycle at night.

At chili’s

you used to be able to make an honest living posting “diarrhea yeehaw” but things changed

obviously it goes without saying but his butthole is the choke

raw clay fucked up little man. just really really fucked up with it

making a pipe and keep cracking up imagining smoking weed out of this fucking thing. god