...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Yet more stick-figure silliness. Because, as much as we all love Erik (except for Hex, FILTHY Raoul-fancier that she is *kick*) he really is the worlds biggest dramaqueen.

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My fellow Weekenders fans will recognise Christine's dialogue in the first picture - yup, that's a Carver quote. I actually wanted to have her telling Erik to buy shoes, but I couldn't be bothered to draw it.

Stay tuned for more idiocy next week!

I suppose I should probably wish the vile and disgusting Hex a two-days-late happy birthday, but I don't really want to, since she'd just claim her bisexual Wiccan powers told her I'd do so in advance.

Of course, I could be really mean and write something like:

HEX I LUV U HUNNI LOL!!!!!!111111!!!!11

and make everyone think that she was friends with a total retard, thus causing them to despise her, but even my evil has limits.

For those of you who have trouble reading between the lines, that was a "You are what you hang with"-themed message, with just a hint of "Learn to spell, you fucking idiots!" thrown in for flavouring.

And on the 19th, the final day of Hexmas, we celebrate Merry and Pippin. May your tummies be ever-round.

(First one to make an Angel is Fat joke gets a kick in their big Canadian teeth. Hex, this means you.)

Aah, looks like Big Wolf on Campus will be back next week. Must have been screwy half-term scheduling. Goddamn Fox.

Also, neglected to mention last night, the guy that plays Stan Shunpike in PoA is the guy who played Hollom in Master and Commander. That amuses me.

What does not amuse me is the recent spate of Angel is Fat jokes I have been subjected to lately. Miriglum, Hex, Jonathan: knock it the fuck off, you bastards.

Poor fat Angel. Steve will always love you.

Not to steal your schtick, Hex, but I had to share...

The Domesday Books, an absolutely hilarious Sherlock Holmes parody-type-thing. Go. Read. You might also want to check out her fantabulistic Van Helsing slash fic, Possessions. Van Helsing/Sidekickimir, naturally.

And on that same note, "Shut up, Carl!" Of course, the first time I saw it, I thought the censorship bar was a book in Carl's hand, or maybe an information leaflet or something. Which was bloody strange.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I ruptured my spleen laughing over 'Cocaine fiend in a stupid hat!' Oww.

General consensus is that 'Bohemian' means 'hippy'. Hex disagrees, but she watches Stuart Little movies and therefore is not entitled to an opinion. With this in mind, the Froodlandian translations of Sherlock Holmes (coming soon to all good bookstores) will replace Holmes's pipe with a joint. Also, he will say 'maaaaan' a lot.

Fucking hippy. No wonder ACD had him thrown off a waterfall.