Monster in the Pantry

I just ruined two drawings today by working on them. Goddamit.

You ever start to read a book you are pretty sure you are going to like and then just get completely turned off? It happened to me just now with The Lost World by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle with the second page leading up to this quote: "The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure—these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion." He'd been talking about being friend zoned because a woman's frank attitude turned him off. But now they're together, God knows how. Gross. He's gross. It's gross. Gross. Nothing wrong with a woman comfortable enough in her own skin that she doesn't give a fart in high wind about you. And nothing wrong with being frank about your sexuality, either. If you're intimidated by her confidence, that isn't being friend zoned, that's being a dick. Gross. The Victorian Era was so ass backwards there's no wonder we're still recovering from the dysfunction a 100 years later. It's reading crap like this that makes me love flappers even more. I love them because they chopped off their hair and decided to have some fun, Victoria be damned. Maybe the book gets better. Egh. I'm gonna like this goddam book, I just have to work with it and empathize with the times. I can do this. Fucking weirdo.

I'm an ice cold atheist, but I pray my ass off at work when I'm teaching my 3 year old students to cut with scissors. That shit is terrifying.

TLDR. Discworld. A book series that changed the way I see the world, life, and death. By an amazing author, Terry Pratchett, who taught me about myself. I've got 3 books left in the series. It breaks my heart to think that I'm nearing the end. It will be over. I feel like if I just stop now then there will never be an end, there's always more books in the series to read. But I need to know how he ended it. I need to know his final thoughts on death and life. And I need to know how Tiffany Aching grew into a wonderful and powerful woman, how Granny Weatherwax faced death (if she does), what is going to happen with the golems, how Vimes is juggling parenthood with his career, if Carrot and Angua can maintain healthy professional and intimate lives together, if Carrot is actually sarcastic or if he is so sincere that it's disarming so it just comes off that way, and what the family business means to Susan. And what the hell Moist is doing. And Vetinari. And everything. But I need them to never stop, dammit! And I love that all of those questions are so wonderfully feminist friendly! A man juggling parenthood and his career! Carrot and Angua treating each other professionally and also dating and Carrot throwing it all out the window to try to support Angua in any way he can when she goes to face past and Angua realizing it was okay to love and to be loved. And Granny, FFS. Just Granny. And Nanny. And Magrat. And Tiffany. All completely different personalities and people with totally different lives, but all feminists. Not a damn cookie cutter about them. I'm betrayed and grateful that his daughter will not continue the series. So. Many. Feels.

The gates to the garden of Eden are guarded by cherubim, a class of angel that somehow translated to adorable little baby angels in popular art. My first thought was how did angels with flaming swords evolve into little babies? But then I realized that I think I'd rather face flaming swords than a toddler on the war path. So maybe it works.