that’s why they drink.
and why they will eventually destroy us in the robo-apocalypse.

phos began to drink – martinis, it seems – in ’51. by ’52, he was seen passed out, cradling a bottle. and by the ’60s – and certainly the ’74 revival issue – voodoo was as we now know it. “incomprehensible and not funny, for almost a century!”

…(the ’30s specifically) appear to be the first time phos smoked cigarettes.

sketch 2 for the blotty phos/voodoo design. more pleasing? less? i will have a better idea tomorrow!

well, this didn’t start out as mediocre fan-art, but…

and white lightning. (rough sketch for voodoo design, along the lines of the Steadmanesque steer skull a few months back.)

quod sumus, vos eritis

mediocre blurred out comput0r version of a notebook sketch that i need to scan. i had a dream, and woke up remembering only that it involved rabbits wearing deer skulls.

and so am i. a bout with swine flu in the fall seems to to have done some lasting damage to my respiratory system, or some shit, judging by how frequently i’ve been ill of late, and recently doctors have been throwing around words like pneumonia. still. i live in hope – i’m feeling less like crap right now, and perhaps i can recover enough to get things done, even if i’m stuck at home or on yet more antibiotics…

i am not sure how it fit under the bed to begin with