Transportation Frustration

Maybe they're both Viking death goddesses, but that doesn't mean they get along.  Especially when pets are involved. 

So from what I understand, the Norse had an interesting way of dividing up the dead:  half of those who die bravely go with Odin to Valhalla, the other half go with Freya to Folkvangr, and the ones who hide behind rocks making sock puppets while their friends get killed are trotted down to Helheim.  Or something like that, depending on who's telling the story. 


P.S.  Happy Halloween!

Asphodelightful

Only the wife can get away with this.

Keep in mind that they're immortal, and this is probably not the first (or the hundredth) time that Persephone's gotten into a mood.  Cerberus may be more patient than we realized. 

Canopic Chip

Today's snicker-doodle is brought to you by Osiris (mummified King of the Underworld), and his wife, Isis (she-who-wears-a-chair-on-her-head). 

Fun fact:  often, especially in the later years of Ancient Egypt, canopic jars weren't actually used for holding innards - they just kept them around as empty, ceremonial jars.  Which leads to the question of how often people were tempted to covertly stash stuff inside them. 

Hedge Your Bets

Grim Reaper Hedge-Trimming Services:  Your satisfaction guaranteed or your life!  ...wait, that didn't come out right...

For those of you just joining us, the month of October is host to the annual Deities of Death Fest, born as a consequence of excessive vampire jokes made during the rest of the year.  I'm pretty sure whoever coined the phrase "laughing in the face of death" didn't have this in mind, but here we are.  The usual brand of absurdity will resume after Halloween. 

Data Divide (Special Announcement!)

Some of you may have already seen, but if not, I'm happy to announce that my new story, Data Divide, is available with its soundtrack on Bandcamp!

This is a 75-page graphic novel about Elec (a rare sentient computer program), his mom (a human programmer named Sonia), and a program created by a different lab (who is trying to kill everyone).

Now the bad news is, I won't be putting it on this blog, for several reasons:  first, it's longer than "A Slight Miscalculation" and "Holly's Hallelujah" combined.  Second, I literally spent all summer and then some on it, and given how much stuff I've released for free, I don't think asking for compensation for this one is particularly unfair.
But third, and most importantly, this is a blog dedicated to silliness and happy stuff, and Data Divide definitely falls into the "bittersweet" category (the ending is fairly happy, but given the killer A.I. on the loose, casualties are expected on the way there).  Thus, I can't in good conscience stick it here.

Don't worry, I'll definitely put more stories on here in the future.  In the meantime, here's something I doodled while working on this project, featuring Elec and Lea (a non-sentient program).  It never made it into the story proper, due to time constraints, but I can see it happening:

Yeah, programs have weird anatomy.

Thanks, everybody!