Deep In the Snowstorm

Since it’s late-January, that means that Mother Nature's in the mood for some fresh shaved ice for… some reason. I have no idea why she decides to do near the end of Winter and not during the beginning of Winter like how it should be, especially since most of the frozen water pellets decides to pour down areas like the Midwestern region in the ass-crack of November and then decide to take their sweet time to rain hard ice in areas like the northeastern region as early as late-January or as late as mid-February. Like a scared child doing everything he can NOT to study for the PSSAs because even though he KNOWS it’s coming and he’s gonna have to study for it, he just doesn't feel like it and would rather do literally anything else. The end result is the same here; completely confused.

Not helping is that when she does "accidentally” spill out her bowls of vanilla ice cream onto the floor (i.e. the EARTH), it ends up becoming a full-blown snowstorm. Complete with hectic winds, nearly sharp hail and folded layers of clear white snow blankets that reach over 2 ft in length. It becomes nearly impossible not only for us people to move around properly, but also for the many pets of mother nature to navigate for food and shelter. And when they can’t find said food and shelter, they get angry. VERY angry. Although, provoking said VERY angry animals doesn't help much. Hence, picture above.

Frozen Gold

Just because “Treasure Island" invented and started the notion that pirates bury their treasure chests on tropical islands (more specifically, during the warm summer season when Mother Nature turns the dial on her smart thermostat to exactly 74 degrees), that doesn't mean that’s the ONLY way to do it. Some do it during the slightly warm but still nippy spring season, when the most dangerous thing protecting the loot is your pollen allergies unexpectedly kicking (then again, that honestly would be WORSE than being devoured by the kraken for me considering how AWFUL my allergies are). There’s also the complete and utter nutcases who decide it’s a great idea to go out when Jack Frost is at his busiest. The ocean is nearly nothing but a hard sheet of ice, snowflakes falling from the sky quickly become snow-BALLS being chucked down like cannon balls, Hail, which is the equivalent of knives being sling-shot like children messing around with bows and arrows, and the entire island is completely coated from top to bottom with snow. 8 feet of heavy hard snow. But, you know, Lotta and Betty love treasure (more specifically, Betty) and Jade can’t say no to her two only crew members. She’s a good sport despite the consistent annoyed look on her face. So, Land Ho! Impossibly hard to navigate ice island ahoy!

 The Snowball Defect

Point tip for anyone who’s been interested in skiing while visiting a mountain resort; If you ever see two yellow-feathered bird humanoid things (one tall and bright yellow and one short and regular yellow to be exact), Do yourself the biggest favor and get the HELL out of there, refunded or not. Even if you had to pay a good amount for your stay, it’s not worth it. Both in terms of being unable to pay for the hospital bills and just being around Tom and Tom Jr. overall. Wherever they go, complete and utter uncontrollable chaos follows just a few inches behind. Jade, though, just completely accepts that fact, especially since her friend is Tom's girlfriend.

And He's Out!

That Betty Jenkins sure can hit, alright. Got a mighty fine punch to her! She don’t need no Magic Punch, Spike. She, herself, is very powerful! As powerful as a fucking Megaflash!

I don't really have anything specific to say about alot of my older pieces, as for most of these, I just kinda... drew them and... yeah no, That's honestly about it.

December 32nd?!

Happy New Year with a lovely dose of post-Christmas carolers singing “Auld Lang Syne” in front of the One Times Square Building! Everyone! I hope everyone who reads these posts has made their new year's resolutions and hopefully plans to stick to it after February. I hope everyone is with their loved ones, rather it be with family, friends or that weird guy with the very long beard who smokes camels next to the shut-down check cashing service building. But most of all, I VERY hope everyone’s calendars show the correct date of January 1st and not whatever wicked date the nutballs here have.