Now the Waiting Game

(click to big times, boy. knowadahmean?)


Alright, I think I'm pretty much done with this thing. I'm already getting ideas for the next projects I might want to do, but I'd like to see this thing done first, or at least know where it's going. Just to reboot my brain and start with a clean slate.

So, what I'd like is an estimate of how much more content I should be expecting from any of you. You have as much time as you need with said content, I just need a placeholder of sorts to reserve their space in the book for organizing all the stories together in the book, spacing, applying images, etc. All that fun stuff.

Tony, I've got a special part I'd like you to do. A forward of sorts. I'll send you more details when I get all this together. You're more than welcome to add a "story" or two on top of that (or reject the notion altogether), but just letting you know you already have a reserved spot if you want it.

A reminder: The story is not at all straight up horror. Anything goes in this book. For example, I have a story titled "Your Friend's Dad is Looking For His Keys." Short essays on the virtues of Soup Folding are welcome. The more the images juxtapose the stories, the better. Maybe.

We Need a Title

For that book. Any ideas?



Still doing some work. I've got a couple more "arts" done and I'm going through and refining what I have written so far.

I don't care how impractical the titles are. I want your ideas! The winner gets to choose from either a free pass into the Barbarian Brothers Fan Club or they get to punch Billy Ray Cyrus in the face.


And now for something completely different. This video is, like, pretty much one of my favorite things ever and I'm just glad YouTube has it now.



Not enough giant bear suits in music videos today.

EVEN MROE!!!!!

I made some more. Do a look at them. DO A LOOK. (click for big times, man)



They certainly are. Something. They certainly are.

I think I'm on the home stretch for this thing. As of this writing I've got about 66 pages done (including drawings). 46 pages are "stories." I put them in quotes.

I'd like to get this thing done soon, so any of your guys' stories would be greatly appreciated. It's no rush. But hurry. I can only ward the demons off for so long. A month longer and I'm all out of salt.

Another one

Did some more "arts." Look at it. (click picture for more bigger)




Okay, now go away.
Art fuel of the day: https://store.puscifer.com/frameset.html

Arpil FOOLSD AY

DO YOU GET IT! HUH? BECAUSE it is April Fools' day! AH-ahAHAH! Oops I forgot to make a joke.

Here's a preview story for the short story collection thing I'm doing. I'm putting it somewhere in the middle. Enjoy. Or don't.

Somebody doesn't edit or proofread


You're so careless. You just sit there working on this thing trying to get it done as fast as you can and you can bet that when you get this stupid thing done, this will still be in it. I'm not hiding it. BAM! There. The title of this story is now, "Somebody doesn't edit or proofread."

If you can't bother to read your own work, why should anyone else? Whatever. More padding for your little story book! Hey reader person, if you've bought this book (or did the smart thing and just downloaded it from the internet) you should demand your money back. This guy doesn't proofread his own work and sends it out to the public like the entitled princess he is.

Now I'm going to write a bunch of nonsense so it'll look like an actual story on the off chance he actually scans through the pages at least. I'll just write some random words, throw on the caps-lock now and then, and remember to cram in plenty of exclamation points. Whatevs. It'll look like something he wrote. Ahuh? hwaaa!

Show you to leave your stupid work open on my computer. Proofread!

Once there was a ghost and he was all, "WHUH MAH LEGS FALLED OFF."

"OH NO," cried a nearby alligator in an elevator. Alligator said, "AWOOGAH," and shot the ghost in the head. The ghost was dead.

"It's a good thing you shots that elephant!" curdled a taking jar of peanut butter.

"WHAO U CAN TAK!" shot the alligator from the legs. Then the alligator saw the thirst i nhis eye and punch the water fountain with tremendous girth. "I know this punch was angry, but I do it for my believes. In alligator land, we don't believes in ghost." Alligator shed a water from his eye in sadness. He had memory of homeland where a ghost which he didn't believe in had share his pet dog, Ruvver, with old lady in forest. Ruvver was not returned.

Alligator put his pants on just like the rest of you cretins and mailed a letter to the president.

"Dear presidents, I have invited you to my house for government party gathering. It is a big house with lots of windows for the government. And there will be secret ghosts." This was a secret ploy to get the president over to his house with lots of windows where secret alligator base of alligators who don't believe ghosts so to confront the president (who was secretly in alliance with the dark ghosts (which they did not believe in. (It was secret coverup) ) )

The president said, "okay." And winked a smile from his breath. His cold ghost's breath. It fogged Alligator's eyes.

So the president came over to house (it was made to look like the Washington Monument so this was normal for president to go there) a nd alligator watched in surprise to scatch the prez off his gourd. "GOD WHAT A WINDOWS" screeched the president.

Just then the alligators had pounced out of the cake which they had hiddened in parts of house where there were no lights.

"Bizew! Bizew!" Said the president's lazer gun. But it was too laste. The alligators grabbed ahold of presedem and creatured his head off.

THAT'LL BE THE OF YOU proclaimed a teary eyed Alligator. He had wanted say this all along time. Ever since Ruvver had gotten disappeared. The chief of police had, "congrabulations, Alligaotr, but you still have presidents on your back!"

Alligator jumped out of window. "BUT IT JOKED!" Said the chief, reaching a body part out to Alligator who had fallen to tragic death. Police chief made a statue of Alligator in his honor for what he did to the ghost force taking of the government. There, on a golden plaque at the bass of statue stated, "MAY WE NEVER BELIEF IN GHOST AGAIN."

Then Alligator was promoted but he lost his job since he never come in to work again.




The end! Inspired by bad fan-fiction.

The rest of the stories are obviously nothing like that. Not intentionally, anyway.