Haha! You could hear them coming like the wildebeest stampede in The Lion King 😅

This guy is gonna lose his tiny mind

June’s @locusmag.bsky.social arrived in the mail today (quite fast considering where I live) and I was delighted to see this review of my @clarkesworldmagazine.com short story ‘D0G’. Photograph taken with a rutabaga (I’m considering upgrading to a potato)

Been noodling around with gouache in my sketchbook (guess where I ran out of masking tape). It’s nice to do something creative with zero professional or financial pressure involved. Nice to loosen my grip on The Outcome. Nice to fuck about and find out in the best way possible.

Alarmed scientist in an American disaster movie: “Mr President, that’s 7 800ths of a football field!”

Citizens of the world, have you ever seen a quokka? Well, you have now.

Meanwhile, in Tasmania, police are urging motorists to be on the lookout for a deluge of carrots and presumably a subsequent gridlock of rabbits

Morning walks with the dog in Tasmania require regular stops for furry pistols at dawn

aurora australis: *enters rave mode*

Excuse me aurora australis do you mind keeping it down? Some of us are trying to sleep

Merry today! Here is a festive painting of my dog in watercolour and gouache. (I’m learning to paint! When my impotent rage about AI wore itself out, all that remained was an urge to create in the most aggressively lo-fi mode possible.)

LEVEL UP! You receive: Floppy Hat!

As necropolii go, this one was a corker!

If the Glasgow Necropolis didn’t want me eating the forbidden grave berries, it should not have grown them so dark and sweet and bloody.