Musings of a CreepKnight
Our apologies for the lateness folks; it's been kind of a long week. I hope everyone is doing well with their holidays.
On a personal level, I love Christmas. I love the lights, the tinsel, the smell of pine, and the fact that I can hear Fairytale of New York on the radio. I don't care that it's a Christmas song; I'd love to hear this song year round.
What are your favorite things, if any, about the winter holidays?
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7 thoughts on “Twas the Night Before Crispy 4”
Akonite
ThankyouThankyouThankyou! It took me about an hour of refreshing periodically and clearing the cache to realize it wasn’t my machine denying me the Walrus.
Grymm
Nope, your machine is fine. My body randomly deciding it needed way more sleep today than usual, and commission work is to blame this time.
Akonite
A well rested artist is important.
Ticker
By the way, Creepknight, I bought some of that hair off of Doc and am currently making a voodoo doll of you. It’s for humanitarian reasons. Y’see, if I give the finished doll to Doc as a christmas present, she said that she’ll occasionally let you go so that you can update the comic.
Raron
My first thought on seeing the doc’s face on seeing the underpants was “This is getting kinda weird” Then the rest of my brain looked at that part of the brain and just shook it’s figurative head.. and by figurative I mean I shook my head at my own brain and said “… What do you mean by ‘getting’ and ‘kinda’? HAVE YOU NOT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION YOU NINNY!” Then that other part of my brain threatened to shush the other parts of my brain and it all went downhill from there… long story short the left and right halves of my brain are no long on speaking terms and I think they just sent my spleen a restraining order.
Mercenary Clown
is it bad that i not only understood this, but i currently have the problem of a restraining order against my spleen…and my liver and kidneys are threatening to revolt….
Typeminer
My favorite thing about the holidays is just like it says in the song:
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire
Hotsauce dripping from their toes . . .