ecto_gammat asked how to make a Tribble:



Click for biggerer. Full-size image is quite large, so you can read/print it. Feel free to ask for clarification of instructions/handwriting decipherage. Yes, they really are that easy to make. I'd put beanie pellets/shot/whatever in the bottom for weight, but it all depends on what sort of feel you want.

Get a couple-three vending machine temporary tattoos. Cut them into random chunks. Apply them to your paper. Outline the chunks with black magic marker. You are now Marc Chagall...'s cousin's kid.

TITLE: A Boy's Book of Practical Magic to Mystify, Baffle and Entertain
FANDOM: Hot Fuzz
AUTHOR: annlarimer
WORD COUNT: Approximately 2,950 British Standard Words^TM. Some settling may occur.
RATING: PG for goddamn swearing
WARNINGS: Movie spoilers, DVD extra spoilers, American spelling
SUMMARY: For this trick, he'll need a volunteer from the pavement. You, sir, the man with the fucking enormous knife in your chest! Don't be shy, now.
NOTES: Crit is love.
DISCLAIMER: Hot Fuzz belongs to those damn punk kids at RogueCorpCo.


The NWA were some of the strangest customers the Crown Prosecution Service had ever dealt with. They were monsters all, few showing even a little remorse or regret, except perhaps for having been caught. But they were friendly, cooperative monsters.

None of them denied what they had done, and any confusion over who had done what and when arose from spotty memories, rather than attempts at concealment or shifting of blame. Some of them helpfully provided diaries. Continued at my LJ

Postage stamp, toy packaging, inks.

More notebook pages. Click for bigger.




The toy monkey is Clancy the Great, one of my favorite childhood toys. He still lives in the garage. I need to restore him.


There's a sale on Buttermans! Icon is...um...oh fuck. Joan's? Swanky's?
ETA: it's swankyfunk's.


Science!


Moar science!


Hedgehog love. I can't remember whose icon it is, because, stupid. Thwack me if it's yours.

Sometimes I draw or diagram to help set up a plot or scene.

Sometimes it's just to put off actually writing.








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Cliquez pour embiggener.



O'Hare, Thurs...day?



Saturday. Dogs dogs dogs. Bonita loves Hiro. Sharon loves Moleskine. I left out the cats, because cats are much harder to draw.



We went to the play, an endurance test for both performers and audience, but always coughs up a few chuckles. Viktor Krum pounding his shoe on a table and shouting WE WILL BURY YOU fairly corpsed me.