A bit of string. A bag of stones.

Best job in the whole world. Ever.

Via http://frangiffard.tumblr.com/, who is awesome and understands my soul all too readily.

My take on a young Myrtle Morrison from The Peckham Invalids.

The long-winded blog-blathering that goes with it here

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It’s a monkey in evening dress. Riding a goat.

Seriously, what’s not to like?

Context here

Sigh.

Bye Bye, Ronald. I’m going to miss you.

It’s partially your fault I went to art school … but that’s okay. I’m recovering nicely and still think your books are completely wicked.

xxx

(For the living, nice things are said about him here, here, here and here)

Exhibit: A small lump of pure, unadulterated, rather shameless Christmas nostalgia in the form of a singing, dancing, homeless muppet rabbit.

Boom.

(also Merry Christmas, guys)

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