Indigo Adventures

My good friend Indigo is currently kicking off her very own earth roaming session cutting, painting, loving, wrecking shit, fighting ninjas and shooting rainbow lasers from her eyes along the way.

Straight class fashion, shes also documenting her travels and adventures via her intarweb blog.

Check it here:

INDIGO'S ADVENTURES


Go on, it'll be fun <3

good morning cretins

monsters in my liver.

theres so much to do.

Just read The Surrogates

The consensus?

Great fucking world building. Unfortunately, the writing, not so much. The story and dialogue was amateurish, overly formulaic, bland and i didnt care about any of the characters at all. Not even steeplejack, and im a villain fiend. Now its possible that that was yet another painfully detailed way of bringing the world to life, nobody feels anything in this book, because theres no real human interaction anymore. Maybe he tried to bring that feelinglessness over to the readers by removing actual interest from the story and characters. Maybe he was too busy building the actual world that he neglected to actually write in characters living there.

Whatever the reason, i was not impressed. It happens.

What a fucking sweet cover though man.

Good evening.

This is bonesandrobots.



The end is nigh, build a god and send me his blood.

Rub your eyeballs on this

Just got my ghostpatrol sketchbook in the mail, 40 or so pages of neat neat fun.

Heres a few scans from it (click for biggar)







I love this guys stuff.

first dream in forever

awoke to find myself face down in an unexpected drool puddle again, its concerning how frequent its becoming.

in the dream was a beautiful girl that i try to reach; between us, a massive pack of snarling dogs. ill never reach her without killing all of these dogs.

its dark now.

good morning worker bees

this is bonesandrobots.

bigger better faster stronger.

expect posts when i aquire a viable connection.

pill dosage doubled, hold steady.

no fly for you.

it just occured to me how truly barbaric clipping a birds wings is.

a species of flight, plucked from the sky, cut down essentially out of jealousy and caged for human enjoyment.

brutal.

good morning mouthbreathers

this is bonesandrobots. im sorry.

this morning i was forced to listen to some fat idiots car alarm for like a half hour.

note to self: aquire grenades.

Then, to my surprise..

oh how i've longed to shoot lightning through you.

a sim card reader kit by the great adafruit industries

:D<3

sun is shining

good morning daywalkers, this is bonesandrobots.

Readin.

Picked up these gems tonight for read-and-look-at-funtime.


3 stolen pets are experimented on by the military to become crazy weapons. Then decide to go 'home', some vague concept of goodness. Military and carnage follow. Also they talk. Its pretty badass. Grant Morrison speaks volumes with few short words, and Frank Quietly's panelwork and foreground/background stuff is very interesting to me.




Title pretty much explains it.

Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean, so you know what its like. Magical.