Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Imagine the Litter Box


This is an artist's impression of how big Grady will be a year from now. Be advised that this is pure speculation. Perhaps I won't be able to afford to feed him so he'll hunt down and kill clowns. Or maybe we'll join a hobo gang. You know, with stabbin' hobos instead of singin' ones.

Whatever. Back to that special level of hell that involves catalog layouts.

*shrieks quietly for a bit*

Grumbled by Severina at 9:23 PM