Tulletante tegner og forteller.

As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.

Y'all know what to do Tumblr.

TOMORROW! DO YOUR THING, TUMBLR! FOR THE TRAMP STAMP!

I thinks folks expressing incredulity at the quality of the writing and composition in Calvin and Hobbes are often missing the context that Bill Watterson is arguably the most influential sequential artist of his generation. Like, this is a guy who once told the editors of nationally syndicated newspapers to go fuck themselves when they wanted to mess with his panel layouts, and not only did he keep his job, he got his way. He could have had literally any gig he wanted, and he chose to be the Sunday funnies guy because that's what made him happy. He's basically the Weird Al of sequential art.

Watterson considers comics to be as true an art form as painting and films and literature, capable of reaching just as high as any other medium. Calvin and Hobbes isn't accidentally high art. Watterson made it what it is on purpose. And when he was done, he stopped. No movie, no spinoff, no reboot. He considers the comic to be its completed form, in exactly the medium it is supposed to be. He believed in comics in a way few others ever have, and he fought tooth and nail for the right to take his own work, jokes and all, seriously.

2026 booktok discourse: sad books are a cognitohazard (they make you sad)

The ideal book is 500 blank pages which act as a safe space that allows the reader full control over the narrative without running the risk of nonconsentually forcing their train of thought or violating their cognitive boundaries

Brb lemme go rewrite all my books to be a single page bullet point list of suggested tropes. I’d also include character archetypes but I worry that may infringe on the reader’s ability to make it up them fucking selves.

The other night we tried to check out the planets in the sky and we remarked that you were supposed to be able to see them with the naked eye and the kids could not get over that phrase. "Naked?! We have to be naked?!" We explained patiently that no, we would all have our clothes on, just our eyes would be naked. And then, while we were standing in the upstairs room peering out the windows, my neighbor came home, get out of his car, went in his house, and Niece #4, age 6, remarked in amazement, "There's that guy, just walking around. He doesn't even know all these planets are right over his head in the sky." Indeed. All of us walking around, not even thinking of all these planets in the sky over our heads.