In which man-bags are discussed.

Personally, I often carry a man-bag, although it is a burly Think-Geek Bag of Holding, so I am usually not accused of being a very strange looking woman. Others however, may not share my luck.

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As you can see, I have somehow found the audacity to draw a comic. As I have previously stated, I can basically only draw dinosaurs and boxes, and since one of those is already taken, I was stuck with the one that remained. 

My new schedule shall be a blog post every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, with a box-centric comic every Monday and Friday. Hopefully I can stick to this, and hopefully I can start doing my comics in pen, SO YOU CAN ACTUALLY SEE THEM.

In other news:

• I haven't been working on THE TEMPLE as much as I would like, but now that I have a clear idea of where I want the story to go it should be much smoother sailing.
• I am going back to school on Thursday (final year of high school), which should be interesting.
• I am playing Braid, and it is rending my mind in twain. I enjoy it!
• Thinking of getting Metroid: Other M. I love Metroid, but I hate Team Ninja, so I guess we just have to see which emotion can overpower the other.
• I bought a new coat today, which for me is a big deal. If you wear a coat enough it becomes part of your identity; it acts as a constant in an ever-changing wardrobe. This is especially true when you live in Canada, where coats are required to protect you from the doom-hail. 

The Unforgivable Beetle

I was thinking of writing an extremely short story centering around the idea of a bug that bites you and never lets go. Well, here we go:

The Unforgivable Beetle

On one of my more recent trips to the South American rain forests, I stumbled upon a very peculiar creature. My companions and I were making our way through a dense knot of ferns when I came face to face with a small insect, perched on a leaf directly in front of me. It was a bright red beetle with yellow splotches along its carapace, rather ordinary in all aspects besides its mandibles; they were enormous. They were at least equal in size to the rest of its body, and they looked like they were designed to bite into flesh,. For that reason, I started to back away from the insect, hoping that I could leave before I suffered a painful, and most likely poisonous, bite. However my movement seemed to have disturbed it, and with a clicking sound it turned towards me and leaped.

I yelped and tried to swat it off, but it had already sunk its jaws deep into my exposed arm. I was preparing to kill the gruesome thing when one of my traveling companions shouted at me to stop. He rushed over and looked at the bug, which was still attached to my arm, and gave me a sympathetic grunt.  

"That's some poor luck," he said, "It's never fun getting bitten by an Unforgivable Beetle."

"What, why?" I asked, starting to panic. "Is it poisonous?"

"Yes, but it isn't poisonous enough to kill you as long as you don't touch it. That's not why they're annoying though. They're buggers because they never let go."

I looked down at the beetle on my arm and saw it had folded up within its shell. One could barely tell the difference between the bug and an ordinary welt.

"Can't I just pull it off?" I asked.

"No!" my friend shouted, "If you hurt the beetle in any way it will release all of its poison directly into your body. You'll die almost instantly."

"Well I certainly wouldn't want that," I grumbled. "So I'm stuck with this thing forever?"

"Just until you can see a surgeon that can pull it off without killing you," he said, patting me on the back. "They're pretty common in cities and towns close to the jungle."

"So I'll be fine?" I asked, as we started running to catch up with our group.

"You'll be fine."

That night, as we were preparing our dinner, I asked one of the native guides how the Unforgivable Beetles earned their name. Apparently there is an old legend that says that one of these beetles will bite you for every unforgivable deed you have committed in your life. The natives believe that they are supposed to stay with you forever, serving as a constant reminder of what you have done.

After contemplating this, I asked the guide how many times he had been bitten. He sighed and pulled off his shirt. His body was covered in red and yellow lumps.



I hope you enjoyed that, I know I did.

Drum roll, please.

I have recently redesigned my blog. I like the picture in the background, it seems to say, "I am a very cold tree, who is also next to a sign," which is the exact message I was going for. I haven't posted here for about two months, and I sincerely apologize. I have been so busy with both work and and my race around the world that I just plum forgot that this blog existed. Well now that my internship is almost over and my race is complete (I won, naturally), I have dusted off the ol' blogger to announce something extremely important:

I'm going to start blogging again.


I know, this is shocking and upsetting, and you probably just drove your fist through your computer monitor in sheer disgust, but for those of you who didn't, there is a second, almost as important announcement:

I have begun writing my first horror story. 


It is entitled, The Temple, and it's going to be the first of a trilogy.


Now if you didn't destroy your computer in blind rage after the first announcement, you surely did after that, unless you have no bones or are a ghost. So for all of you boneless people and ghosts out there, let me assure you that the story shall be a classic weird tale, inspired by the great works of William Hope Hodgson, H.P. Lovecraft, and Algernon Blackwood. I am very excited about this story, and what I can do with it, and I'm confident I can produce something that is in fact not terrible. So stay tuned, for regular blog posts, story updates, and other sundry surprises.


Make no mistake, I have returned.