Shameless Self Promotion

I find great fun in designing characters. Especially when they turn out well. I like his tail.

Would be nice to continue on my comic (well, the other comic (and this one too)). I enjoy looking at the result. It's just a bit sad to get great visions of pages, but you still have at least another 150 pages to go (actually no idea) until you reach them. I have recieved a lot of positive feedback though, that's really what keeps me going. That, and to have seen some finished projects in printed form.

Namely Treebone. 160 pages of anthropomorphic swashbuckling adventure. It is ugly and embarassing, but still a really fine little comic.

I still have a few copies left, hey. Give me a shout if you'de like to buy one!
(Preferably if you're Finnish or know me from uni or something)
The cover looks like this.

All right, that's enough self promotion for now, I think! (:

I Let You Down, Margate

We ate well again. I and Roomie prepared a quite dashing dinner and a very lovely lemonsorbet. Quite refreshening. That sobert. Robert. Robert, my friends, is dead.

So it said on television.

That's today's riddle, from me to you.



Here's some pictures from Margate. As I promised. (I will try my best to put up some of my own pictures tomorrow, okay?)

Here's a picture of a puppy to soothe your wrath:

I'm Clean

Today our class went on a trip to Margate, and visited a contemporary art museum. I also visited a handful of galleries, and an interesting junkshop. Right now, however, I'm a bit too tired to upload photos or write anything long and coherent. I am also in need of a shower. In about an hour the longhaired roomies mother and sister come to visit (yay! Adventure!). That's not why I'm going to take a shower, that won't fool them. Also, I'm not writing about me washing myself in order to promote how hygienic I am to the world (note that this probably is the first time I've mentioned I actually wash up every now and then). Speaking of showers, the bathtub is a lovely invention. A week or two ago I took a little to hot bath, and had to cool down afterwards with a pounding head. At least my blood circulation got some exercise then. I really don't know why I'm talking about this. Might as well spill it all out:


I have a dry scalp.