Art and Stuff that I feel like doing
-I have chronic tendonitis so all typing, drawings and everything causes me pain. Give me hugs and candy?

My Webcomic Novacation.
-Usually family friendly, true stories of my life in Japan.
Drawings of the gray prawns NSFW
Clean Stuff and fun art for the whole family!
(Lies, sometimes there's boobs.)



1 of 2 piece I did for Q Pop Shop's Sailor Moon show.
her outfit is from a previous work (Retro Sailor Scouts) I did. (includes the other girls!)


1 of 2 piece I did for 's Sailor Moon show.

her outfit is from a previous work (Retro Sailor Scouts) I did. (includes the other girls!)




My friend called me a gay dragon
This is not the first time I have been called a gay dragon
This is the eighth time I have been called a gay dragon
How does this keep happening

Obviously because you’re a gay dragon.

But am I gay and also a dragon. Or am I a dragon with like a horde of gays. Or both

A dragon with the powers of the gay.


My friend called me a gay dragon
This is not the first time I have been called a gay dragon
This is the eighth time I have been called a gay dragon
How does this keep happening

Obviously because you’re a gay dragon.




A few months ago I was playing World of Warcraft — as is my wont — and was mindlessly listing gemstones in the auction house. Though I usually try to ignore the in-game chat channels, I couldn’t help but notice one shaman asking for help with his gear. Now, if you’ve ever been on the internet before, you may know that asking even reasonable questions to a group of anonymous people will likely result in some or all of the following: insults, incorrect answers, deliberately false answers, and more insults. The shaman was asking what sort of gear he needed to play his character with a particular specialization (shaman can be either healers or they can deal damage via melee attacks or spellcasting). His questions weren’t being answered and people were mocking his spelling. The shaman apologized, saying he was a 79 year old man and didn’t type very well. The people in the chat channel then mocked him for this.

I looked up the shaman’s gear and found he was wearing a hodgepodge of items that weren’t itemized very well for his intended role (a melee damage-dealer). I bought him several pieces of gear off the auction house and mailed it to his character along with a note with a few tips. I also told him if he ever had any questions, he could ask me at any time.

I got an in-game mail back from him later that day. He said that it’s hard for him to play this game since the younger players don’t have patience for him. He never learned to type in school and his reflexes were slower. “I went through Korea and Vietnam and they were good enough then to keep me alive,” he wrote. He thanked me for helping him and for changing his mind about his fellow players.

Now, whenever I get frustrated with a player who isn’t playing well, I just imagine that the character is being played by my own Korean war veteran grandfather, who will be 83 this summer. I keep checking back on my little shaman friend. He only has two more levels before he hits the level-cap. I think I’ll buy him a present for when he does.

My father is a 70 year old Vietnam War veteran and he has played World of Warcraft with his slightly younger wife for much longer than I ever did.  Growing up with a war vet as a parent makes you acutely attuned to their PTSD symptoms, stress levels, and ability to handle their surroundings and daily life, as well as their ability to cope with the demands of their children.  I can tell you with no hyperbole that playing video games—first person shooters, MMOs and everything else—has given my father, by his own admission, an astonishing tool for self-therapy, stress management, and the easing of painful memories in the context of “play”.  He is likewise slower at typing, and more easily distracted by the eerie beauty of the environmental art (which the rest of us are already spoiled to!), and in general approaches video games slightly differently than people in their 20s.  

Laying aside the other thousand good arguments for accessibility in games wrt all people with disabilities (I can’t speak for them because I am average-bodied), consider the medicinal benefits of video games to people with PTSD, depression, anxiety, and to the elderly, who have a far far better chance fighting off Alzheimer’s and dementia with the proper brain stimulus.  Video games can provide that, and do.

There’s also some evidence that vidya gaems help with stroke rehabilitation and pain management.  And, like you mentioned, they may be useful in the treatment of PTSD (not so sure about depression; I’ll have to look into it but I don’t think there has been as much success with treating depression using vidya gaem as there has been with treating anxiety [including PTSD] using vidya gaem).  These Alzheimer’s results could just as easily be generalized to other forms of pseudo-interactive media (books, crossword puzzles, etc.— pretty much any activity that keeps your hippocampus not-atrophied/still neurogenerating), but video games have the potential to be a social thing as well (this report is on teens, but I don’t see why one couldn’t extend the results to older people), and one’s prognosis improves across the board when one has access to social support.

I’m not saying vidya gaem are universally good for your brain— that’s like saying all books are good for your brain, or all websites are.  But vidya gaems are comparatively untapped potential mental health resources.

Sorry for the effort post; I’ve been thinking about this for awhile (also I don’t play video games because I know if I did I’d get Too Into Them and I already have enough on my plate)(but I’m totally down for doing what works w/r/t mental health).


I’m hungry.

But alas. Hubby has stolen my last pan and is using the oven. What do.

Eat his food?


Back in like fourth grade there was this thing at my school called the 100 book challenge and basically you got prizes for every like book you read and I read so much they called my mom in because they thought I was forging her signature on the logs because I read like seven hours a day and ‘no child would actually read that much’

This happened to me too. Only ours was “Read across Canada” and you got a personal pan pizza for every 12 (because at the time Nunivit wasn’t a territory yet) books you read.

Every month my family would go out for pizza because I would read enough books that we would all have a personal pan pizza ourselves.

My teachers got suspicious after the second month and even my mom was suspicious so they all started giving me book quizzes. (Based on reading the last three pages to ask me what happened)

Yeah, I read every book. Yeah I could give you an oral book report.

After that I was required to read across Canada and BACK before I got my pizza.

The next year they put me in a special class during English where I got to just do whatever the hell I wanted and special projects with a teacher like writing my own books and putting on school plays and doing my own research projects on whatever I wanted.

I’m sad that program lost funding when I was in grade 6. Twas bullshit to throw me back in with the other students when I was at a college reading level.



every year after you turn 17 you get further away from being the age of the dancing queen and that’s my least favorite thing about growing up

ah but when you turn 34 you’re two dancing queens and thus having twice the time of your life. and at 51 you become the dancing triumvirate and three golden crowns are forged in your honor

lots to look forward to



Before listening to the Nerdist Podcast with Jaimie Alexander today, I knew that she played Sif in Thor, which was basically enough to make me like her. After listening to the podcast, I now know that:

She collects knives and throws them.
She started a girls wrestling team at her high school in Texas despite the administration being sexist jackholes.
That team went on to compete at state and I think nationals a couple of times.
She could have gone to college on a wrestling scholarship.
She eats a shitload because she works out all the time.
She has, in the past, spite-ate at meals with her former agents just to piss them off in retaliation for making comments on her body size, eating ALL THE CAKE.
She likes pizza.
She works with girls and young women to improve their body image by giving talks and mentorship.
When talks and mentorship isn’t enough she takes them to the gym and teaches them to appreciate their bodies through the physical challenges they can overcome.
She goes to children’s hospitals dressed as Sif to hang out with sick kids.
She has a filthy sense of humor.
She wore leather pants to record the podcast.

So basically, I just want to hang out with her, watch an action movie, eat an entire pizza together and then go see a burlesque show. We should be best friends.

Another chapter in the saga of: “Marvel actors who are totally their characters”