Delicious Freedom

On/Offpeak has been abolished. I love you iinet.

You make it feel okay to use 50GB in four days.

Watashitachi no Shiawase na Jikan

I know how it ends, I've read it so many times.

But why won't the tears stop falling?

Who is Destrie?

Destrie is my newest and favourite original character. At the time of her creation I craved to draw two things, A girl with long white hair and a pair of aviatior hat and goggles. I drew them both separately many a times before finally the two combined in one scrappy little drawing that I fell in love with

It wasn't long before I'd given her a a personality, a story and most importantly; a name. Destrie, named after the main character from an old cowboy movie Destry Rides Again, it suited her story perfectly. I had decided she was a girl who lived in post-apocalyptic Australia, adept with machinery that people had long since forgone and abandoned, she survives as a scavenger of old technology as well as an enthusiast of the the old world which ended long before her conception.

I imagined her life to be a series of interesting encounters, with people or items of the world that had been lost, bound by no rules she treated the abandoned towns and cities as her playground. It was only natural that specific adventures formed in my mind and i began to draw her adventures in comic form. The purpose of this post was to introduce Destrie, the lovable little scavenger and the brightest light in a world gone dark, nearly three pages into the first chapter, I hope the internet will fall in love with her just as much as I have

An Open Letter to Summer

Dear Summer,

I don't even go to the bathroom any more, I easily drink four litres of water a day and to expel it, all I need is to sit around in this bloody heat. At this point my armpits could sustain a third world country. This is ridiculous.

I get it. You're hot. I got the memo. But well over two weeks in the 30°s and 40°s is just overkill. I'm a simple man; I don't own anything as fancy as air conditioning and my only relief is the twelve dollar fans that only serve to move the hot air around. Surely you understand what this is doing to me?

My job is not suited to heat, I spend 6 or more hours at a time running around, working up a sweat in thick aprons and a wife beater under my work shirt just to soak up the sweat of a days work in sub-par air conditioning that I've long since stopped feeling. Standing under the food lights waiting for direction is like standing around a warm fire in 40° weather.

This kind of heat makes you forget what it is to feel, where the air starts and your skin begins is now a mystery. It's rotting my brain. I can't even remember what life used to be like, when sleeping on my bed was preferred than camping it out with my cats on the cold linoleum floor in the kitchen. Or when hanging out the washing wasn't equal to an hour in a tanning salon.

Why me? There are pale people in Ireland begging for you, the less fortunate plants of norway or some other cold country in need of your rays. At what point did you decide "Gee, I should go to Australia" ?. It's not even that nice a place, between deserts and expensive housing it's a god damn boring place to be. Famous people don't even come to the western half.

So please. I'm begging you. Just go away.

Fuck you,
Casey

Puberty TIme

This weeks episode had Finn hair and it is becoming increasingly clear to me that I am way too obsessed with it. Ever since it first poured out of his little hat all those episodes ago and was then promptly shaved, nothing gives me more satisfaction than seeing it grow back a little more every few episodes. Finn's hair is like Adventure Time's version of fanservice; it's crazy how much you want to see it, it even has a stronger allure than Marcie's outfit of the week. Anyway, I scribbled Finn gelling up his hair; like every teenage boy going through puberty will eventually experiment with and more often than not come off looking like a tool.

Because gel is is not a toy.