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.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Oh, the Humanity.

For those of you who are wondering what that tragic maiden flight of the still-experimental Hindengrady was like, here is the one photograph I managed to get before I ran for my life. Cats are just slam full of methane, so I strongly suggest you watch it with the cigarette lighters and keep them well away from gas stoves.

Imagine the sheer horror, the tragic loss of life, the smell of burning fur!

...and for those of you who completely don't give a crap, here's a cute little duck I made in the laboratory. Sadly, like most of my experiments, the Grady-Pig ate it not long before his flying inferno.

Must repair the spotted dirigible. I'm sure there's a World Domination use for a gassy, flammable giant cat. Mu-hu-hu-hahahaaaaaa!

several minutes of embarrassed throat clearing


Mouse said...

Oh the HUMANITY! You'll never get that smell out of the carpet.

I love the duck - it looks like one of the pins in some sort of twisted 'Alice in Wonderland' bowling (skittles?) set played with an armadillo for a ball.

Lady Euphoria Deathwatch said...

Hi Severina,

I gotta' get me a bill-less, one eyed duck. Too bad Grady ate it.

Hugs, Euphoria