Death Match - MAMMOTH

Prehysteria. Mammothry... Werewolves.

Prehistoric weremammoth has a sad.

All her friends are extinct. The books she's been reading are ancient, and she hasn't had anyone to sharpen her claws wit  on for ages.

Now she just watches youtube videos and gets into arguments with paleo-dieters on the Internet.

Weremammoth contemplates next evolutionary step.

Robotaday and Yermits have more mammoths. sarahapple has been acting out various plagues throughout history, and will be joining us later is back among the living.

CCDM - EXPIRED MILK

She was too old for this shit.

Babies are for people young enough to be delighted by hats shaped like produce and diapers with jeans pockets printed on them. She was tired, her stitches were showing, and she just wanted a glass of red and 2 minutes in the toilet without being screamed at.

But that 2 minutes was 20 seconds, and that glass was a bottle.

Thank goodness for the pump-and-dump.

Horrible fabric DEATH MATCH

Blame Robotaday for this, she was the one who found the rainbow fur - which has been floating through thrift stores since they shaved Jeff Goldblum in 1988.

Now, it so happens that there is an entire literary genre devoted to paranormal romance. Red-covered paperbacks filled with busty, wanton vampires getting it on with broody hair-tossing werewolves, producing little were-vampire abominations who grow up to heave their bosoms into the sequels. It is also true that a disproportionate amount of attention goes to the paranormal, while the cryptozoological continues to be shockingly underrepresented. I am still designing concept sketches for "Naked Came the Chupacabra". 

Cryptozoology can be sexy. It isn't all goat-sucking and yeti poo. Unicorns are the indisputable champions of grace and allure. So what would happen if one were to be accosted by a wolfman? 

Probably something very exactly like this: 

"Ohh, an ugly mongoose!" said the infink.

His name is - oh, let's say... Ripper McFluffernuts. And he is on the hunt. 

For luuurve.

Hello, pretty laydee.

But we have only just met! Well, if you -

OHGODMYEYES!

I... I love you.

Head over to Craft Corner DEATH MATCH to see what robotaday, yermits, and sarahapple did with their Goldblum pelts.

Black and white and red all over DEATH MATCH

In which I yell, "Hey! Can you grab me one of those squirrels from up on the shelf next to the Virgin Mary?"

The theme was "black and white and red all over", and I knitted a tiny sweatervest for Werehodgman. Because his books are black and white. And I read them all over. 

Here he demonstrates an evil spleen:

 "Four forgotten cocktails - The Old Spotty, CA. 1890's: gin, orange juice, and dalmation blood. You used to be able to get this at the Knickerbocker Club in New York City. Then the dog lovers started to get weepy, and another great New York tradition was killed. JUST LIKE THE HUNDRED AND ONE DALMATION PUPPIES REQUIRED TO MAKE THIS DRINK."

Hmm, I wonder if the firehouse has a dalmation? 

For more black, white, and redness, trot over to Craft Corner DEATH MATCH and see what sarahapple, yermits, and robotaday are up to.

Craft Corner DEATH MATCH - historical facial hair

[vaguely historical] Facial Hair:

Sometimes a bear just wants a pint. He finds his falsie, so as to look natural and not draw attention.



BEER. beerbeerbeer.



He has several alternate get-ups, so the bartender doesn't catch on.





Those dang limbs just come right off, don't they? Oh well.



See what the others are up to at CRAFT CORNER DEATH MATCH!