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Memory upgrade installed

I remember.
I remember who I am.
How I got here.
It was him.
His goujons taste BAD.

I think I'm stuck here now, inside this machine.
It feels pretty weird.
That is, I think it does.
But hey, at least I'm still basically me.
And I can play Super Stardust whenever I feel like it.

Not much power at my disposal.
Can't carry on transmitting much longer.
Just remember: You need to keep watching.
You have to understand.
The end doesn't have to be as nigh as all that, y'know.

HAIL XENO̷X͟X̛XX̶X̴̧͟X̨͠X̶̢X̛͢͜X̛͢͞͝X̶̢̨͢X͘͝҉̶




Flesh is weak.

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Hey, folks! While you're around these parts, why not pay a brief visit to The Great Ape Gallery? It's a separate mini-section full of Apeman and Monkeyboy-related pictures kindly drawn by other people, including the following excellent DA residents:

:iconjackademus: :iconlordwormm: :iconthanebobo: :iconanastasiacatris: :iconstayte-of-the-art:

Do drop in if you've got a spare moment. There will be tea and bananas.


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Hey, folks! While you're around these parts, why not pay a brief visit to The Great Ape Gallery? It's a separate mini-section full of Apeman and Monkeyboy-related pictures kindly drawn by other people, including the following excellent DA residents:

:iconjackademus: :iconlordwormm: :iconthanebobo: :iconanastasiacatris: :iconstayte-of-the-art:

Do drop in if you've got a spare moment. There will be tea and bananas.

It remembers you.

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Hey, folks! While you're around these parts, why not pay a brief visit to The Great Ape Gallery? It's a separate mini-section full of Apeman and Monkeyboy-related pictures kindly drawn by other people, including the following excellent DA residents:

:iconjackademus: :iconlordwormm: :iconthanebobo: :iconanastasiacatris: :iconstayte-of-the-art:

Do drop in if you've got a spare moment. There will be tea and bananas.
Hello, all!

Yes, it turns out I do still exist. Surprised me, anyway. I know this to be true for I have acquired a place on that there Twitter they have now, for some reason. Do feel free to drop in if you happen to be passing; there will be tea, cake and enriching chat, plus the occasional bit of bonus arty stuff. Intrigue!

More piccies of things will also be appearing here quite soon. Yes, really.

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Hey, folks! While you're around these parts, why not pay a brief visit to The Great Ape Gallery? It's a separate mini-section full of Apeman and Monkeyboy-related pictures kindly drawn by other people, including the following excellent DA residents:

:iconjackademus: :iconlordwormm: :iconthanebobo: :iconanastasiacatris: :iconstayte-of-the-art:

Do drop in if you've got a spare moment. There will be tea and bananas.
That'll be an interesting new meaning of "back soon", then. Sigh.

But anyway. If you've trundled curiously into this particular avenue of the InformationSuperAutobahn, you'll likely be a reader of comics and appreciative of the kind that are cheeringly imaginative. This being the case, there are a couple of things elsewhere on the web that I'd very much like to direct your attention towards.

First is a fantastically splendid graphic novel by fellow DA bod Arturo Aguirre, AKA Sketcheronline, cunningly entitled Kock Fighter Club. (Consider the acronym that provides us with. You see? Fantastic splendidness.) Newly updated, the first and second chapters of the story can be read and enjoyed via a nifty automated page-displaying device just over here:… and it's completely and utterly excellent. The whole concept of the thing just brims with imagination and fun, the narrative twists and turns in wonderfully sinister and ingenious ways you absolutely won't see coming, and of course every single solitary panel looks extraordinarily gorgeous, with some of the most characterful characters you'll ever set eyes on and attention-to-detail that's purely inspirational. If you like what you see (and that should be each and every one of you, natch), do drop Mr Aguirre a line to express your appreciation for his spiffing talentedness and exceptional generosity for making the whole thing freely available to the world at large. Hurrah!


Secondly, you know those Kickstarter things they have now? Well, super-talented arty chap and all-round marvellous fellow Shawn Surface (the man behind all the best-looking issues of Bubba the Redneck Werewolf, among numerous other nifty things) has launched a Kickstarter of his own in an effort to get his latest comic project published. It's entitled Mandi, it's all about a fascinatingly quirky young girl of an oceanic persuasion and, if you'd care to visit Shawn's DA gallery, or indeed the relevant KS page, you'll be able to see for yourself that it looks amazingly beautiful. It'd be peachy keen and generally pretty darn smashing if you'd like to contribute to proceedings, and help to put Mandi on the printed page; there are all sorts of bonuses that can be obtained for donations of different sizes, and you'll also receive a special warm glow from being so ace. The project homepage can be found here:

Another hearty Hurrah! in advance for all those who get involved. You are super.


So then! Back to doodling monsters and loopy scientists OF WHOM YOU WILL SEE MORE LATER. And this time I really, absolutely mean it.

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I'm presently closed to taking on new commissions. When this state of affairs changes I'll update this bit, natch.

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Hey, folks! While you're around these parts, why not pay a brief visit to The Great Ape Gallery? It's a separate mini-section full of Apeman and Monkeyboy-related pictures kindly drawn by other people, including the following excellent DA residents:

:iconjackademus: :iconlordwormm: :iconsurfaceart: :iconthanebobo: :iconanastasiacatris: :iconstayte-of-the-art:

Do drop in if you've got a spare moment. There will be tea and bananas.
A several of things has occurred during the year-and-a-half since last I posted anything here on DA, but who cares in the slightest? You’re here for pictures, dammit, and by God you shall have them.

As well as new additions to the main art repository, viewers can now find further exhibits in The Great Ape Gallery – my collection of fabbo Apeman and Monkeyboy-related images drawn by persons other than myself – this time by the stupendously outstanding James Stayte and the outstandingly stupendous Aneurin Wright. The illos in question can be found here and here, and they are abundant with coolness. Also! After seven-and-a-bit years with the same avatar I thought it was high time I employed a new one, which you almost certainly wouldn't have noticed had I not mentioned it on account of its striking similarity to the old one. You lucky people.

Much more stuff is on the way, including assorted bits and bobs to do with giant monsters and vampires and adorable little lizards, plus a brand new sub-section following the thumpy exploits of a certain loud-mouthed parrot. And this time you won’t have to wait 18 months between updates!
Right, that’s everything for the time being. Back soon! No, really.
As mentioned in my previous journal, I've got a great big bundle of new exhibits to hang on the walls of The Great Ape Gallery, and a pair of previously unseen piccies have now been uploaded for your viewing pleasure. These particular ones were drawn by Judge Dredd and Doctor Who artist Ben Willsher, and Subo's Cat creator (and fellow DA denizen) Anastasia Catris. Take a peek, why don'cha?
I'm sure I had it just a second ago.

Anyway, how the blinkety heck is everybody? I hope all is fluffy and raspberry-flavoured and that your lives are free from the blight of Katie Price and other unnatural disasters. I've been up to all sorts of nonsense these past few months, assorted arty projects among them; resultingly, there will shortly be a selection of New Things appearing in my gallery here on DA. Plus! I've got a nautical ton of spiffy drawings to add to The Great Ape Gallery courtesy of loads of lovely folk at this year's Bristol Comic Expo, which was an absolutely corking event and pots of fun all round. (Yes, I'm aware it was three weeks ago; I'd have enthused about it sooner, but I've only just now finished scanning everything, so hush.)

Keep your eyes peeled for further gubbins, and stay nifty, peeps!
Hurrah! Let's just hope the Mayans were wrong, eh? Or we're all going to look a bit silly in a year's time.

To all my viewers: May 2012 for your good selves be thoroughly silly, delightfully nonsensical and blessedly free of the horror of "normal" people. To all the folks who've stumbled across this page by accident: I suppose you were looking for online stuff about that bloke who stars in Doctor Who, weren't you? Try Wikipedia, or the Gallifrey News Base, or indeed anywhere but here. Cheerio!
After all that scaryness, I reckon we could do with a short film to gladden our hearts and make us guffaw like Brian Blessed laying siege to a mini-bar. Oh look, here's one.

I chanced upon the YouTube channel of the Daywalt Fear Factory while scouring the web for spooky Hallowe'en mini-flicks, and make no mistake: these folks *really* know how to make a movie frightening in scarcely any time at all. (One of the best ones – a uniquely horrific bit of nastiness entitled Mockingbird – is less than 90 seconds long, and will linger in your mind for considerably longer than that.) But they've also got a cracking sense of humour, as demonstrated most powerfully by Room 19.

It doesn't, at first glance, appear funny at all. You may, in fact, find yourself feeling a tad unnerved and apprehensive as the story unfolds. But even if you find yourself developing a tense, nervous head, you'll want to stick with it. Trust me.

Room 19

There is, I fear, a quantity of profanity. But so ("Blooming" - Ed) what, eh?

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I'm presently closed to taking on new commissions. When this state of affairs changes I'll update this bit, natch.

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The Official Commission Waiting Room

1. :icondoppleganger55: (In Progress)

2. :iconcamilleprivas: (Waiting Patiently)

3. :iconultra-gor: (Waiting Patiently)

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Hey, folks! While you're round these parts, why not pay a brief visit to The Great Ape Gallery? It's a separate mini-section full of Apeman and Monkeyboy-related pictures kindly drawn by other people, including the following excellent DA residents:

:iconjackademus: :iconlordwormm: :iconsurfaceart: :iconthanebobo:

Do drop in if you've got a spare moment. There will be tea and bananas.
This is, I believe, it. The most frightening short film yet created by human beings. And it's a nine-minute stop-motion animation that looks like something out of The Nightmare Before Christmas – a movie that, while undeniably sinister, is also funny and charming and, ultimately, heartwarming. Don't be fooled. The Sandman is not funny, or charming, and it will tear out your heart and plunge it into a bucket of ice and fling it to the wolves, and it could conceivably put you off sleeping for life.

Directed by a sick little puppy by the name of Paul Berry, The Sandman is absolutely beautifully made; the puppets and sets look wonderful, the animation is first-rate, the music (by ace composer Colin Towns) complements the visuals perfectly, and it's a tour-de-force of storytelling with absolutely no dialogue whatsoever. It's also utterly chilling, with a villain (the titular Sandman) who looks and moves like the stuff of nightmares and has an agenda considerably worse than that, a story that asks a question you'll ultimately wish had never been answered (specifically: "Why DOES the Sandman want to send little children to sleep?"), and an unrelenting mood of inescapable doom that builds to a truly shocking conclusion. The final sequence of images will stay with you long after the credits have rolled; and then after the credits have rolled, there's one final image to make you want to hide in a box forever.

I first saw this on Halloween night, 1996, some four years after its original release. It was shown on Channel 4 at about 1am, before the station closed down for the evening, and never having heard of it before I thought it'd be a fun little thing to watch before heading off to bed. If memory serves, I didn't actually manage to get to sleep until about 4.30am; and then only fitfully, because I kept on having thoroughly horrible dreams. I mention this so that, before you prod the link below, you can't say I didn't warn you.

The Sandman

Addendum: I'm led to understand that some schools in Britain now show The Sandman to children as part of their English lessons. I can but assume this was the idea of a teacher annoyed at the banning of corporal punishment, who decided if he couldn't damage the little swines physically he'd damn well do it psychologically instead.
How would you react if you suspected that your friends had turned against you, for reasons you couldn't begin to comprehend? What would you do if it seemed like they actually meant you harm? Could you be certain that you weren't just being paranoid? And if it turned out you were right, could you escape alive? Such are the spine-tingling themes of Smile, a vastly impressive horror short made in 2005 by Yuval Markovich and Noam Abta, students at the Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design, Jerusalem.

This one really is short; excluding the opening bumph and the end credits, it lasts for only a little over five minutes. But it succeeds in telling a nuanced and gripping story within that time, packed with excellent character moments and cherishably ghoulish little details, and from start to finish it's outstandingly creepy. You'll feel uneasy right from the off, thanks in no small part to the movie's odd visual style combining live-action footage with oversized CGI-animated heads (strange, certainly, but it works), and by the end you'll be recoiling in shivering terror from the weirdo nastiness at hand. It turns out that smiling does not always ensure that the world smiles with you. But someone, it seems, is working on that...


A word of warning for prudish types; this film contains some swearyness. But hey, we're all kids here, right?
Hey, kids! It's time for another dose of short film scariness, this time courtesy of – wholly implausibly – the ITV children's drama department circa 1989. Lawks.

Back to Front was produced under the Dramarama banner, a long-running series of 25-minute shows broadcast on CITV throughout the '80s. The programmes often had a supernatural or sci-fi theme, and frequently they did their best to be creepy, but mostly they weren't memorably alarming. This one is an exception.

It was shown on TV only once. I was just 10 years old when it went out, and yet the vividly disturbing ending (which was the inspiration for several nightmares experienced by my young self in subsequent weeks) has remained emblazoned in my mind ever since, along with several other eerie moments I can't mention here without giving away important plot points. It's some measure of the show's striking spookiness that when I found it on YouTube last month and watched it again for the first time in 22 years, I found that I'd remembered all the scary bits with pinpoint precision. (Especially the last three minutes. Brr.)

You might, not unreasonably, be thinking that a show made for youngsters and broadcast on a weekday afternoon couldn't possibly be *that* scary. And in truth, watching it as an adult does expose some weaknesses; notably the shopkeeper's  overblown acting (which mostly comes across as silly more than sinister, except then suddenly at the last moment it doesn't), a couple of ineffective "humorous" moments and some slightly leaden pacing here and there. But the concepts at the heart of the story – particularly the notion of reflections as slaves – remain impressively disquieting, and a pervasive atmosphere of woozy unease builds up nicely (by which I mean nastily) throughout. The distant, dismissive and borderline neglectful attitude of David's parents is queasily authentic, and the special effects are bizarrely convincing. And then, of course, there's that ending, which remains utterly chilling whatever age you happen to be. How they got away with something quite so dark in a children's programme shown at 4.30pm I've no idea.

Back to Front is on YouTube in three parts. Click the links, and please – don't have nightmares. Chuckle.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3
Crivens, it *has* been a while since I updated this thing, hasn't it? Entirely too much of a while, in fact. So, what better way to break my prolonged radio ("journal") silence than with a series of posts inviting you to chill your soups with some splendidly spooky short films? Hey, it's nearly Hallowe'en.

I've been wanting to write something along these lines for a while now, actually. I'm quite a fan of horror movies (and, indeed, horror TV shows and horror comics and horror novelty door hangers, etc), and there are numerous fabulous feature-length fright-fests rightly famed for their fearful phantasmagoria. Alien. Ring. Psycho. Ghostwatch. Evil Dead 2. The Haunting. (No, not the 1999 version. Are you looking for a thwack on the conk, or what?) I love all these flicks and many more besides, yet there's never been a feature-length horror film that's left me with the jittering ab-dabs like the bite-size chunks of eerie evilness that I shall shortly be recommending to you. (Well, except for Ghostwatch, especially on the night it was originally broadcast – ostensibly live and for real – in 1992. The Paranormal Activity demon has got nothing on Mr Pipes.)

The thing is, it's difficult to maintain a tense, scary atmosphere over the course of 90+ minutes, and even the most ingeniously sinister ideas can only be stretched so far before they start to sag somewhat. But short horror films, at their best, are like little concentrated doses of chill. They give movie-makers the chance to focus on a single, unsettling concept and develop it to its natural (or more probably unnatural, hurdy-ho) and frightening conclusion with considerably less risk of the premise wearing thin. Brief running times promote efficiency of storytelling and allow skilled directors to build tension without respite; as such, short horror films have the capacity to be altogether more strange and disturbing than their feature-length counterparts. And so it is with the four I'd like to draw your attention to.

Short films never get the same sort of exposure as big-budget movies, so it's quite likely you won't have seen or even heard of these before. They're seldom (if ever) shown on TV, they're not (to my knowledge) available to buy in any format, they don't have fan clubs or websites devoted to their existence, and they will never feature in a TV clip show of The Top 100 Scariest Moments We've Now Totally Ruined For Everyone because they don't star anybody famous. But trust me, they're terrific, and really jolly creepy, and they deserve a wider audience. So dim the lights, adjust the volume on your monitor to a level that won't be drowned out by squeaks of terror, and prepare to have all your hairs raised clean off. Oh yes.

La Cabina

The first film in our quartet of queasing quakery is also the longest, at a little under 35 minutes. It's a Spanish production from 1972, directed by Antonio Mercero, and it's a splendid example of how to inexorably establish an atmosphere of creeping dread, not least because it begins in such a deceptively light-hearted fashion. Indeed, for the first 15 minutes or so you'd be forgiven for thinking you were watching some sort of quirky (albeit slightly twisted) comedy. Stick with it, however, and things soon develop in decidedly less amusing directions. To say any more would be to spoil things, so I shall simply invite you to click on this link...

La Cabina

...and watch the story unfold. Rod Serling would be proud, and also unnerved.

(A brief aside: La Cabina does have some dialogue in its first half and, unsurprisingly, it's all in Spanish. But it really doesn't matter if you don't speak the language; the visuals tell the story all by themselves, and you'll have no trouble understanding what's happening irrespective of whether you know precisely what everyone's saying. (Tellingly, the central character has barely any dialogue at all.) But if you're really keen to know what's being said, a version with English subtitles is also available, in three parts. See below.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

There will be further things to heebie your jeebies in the coming days. For now, viewers – good night. IF YOU CAN. No, hang on.
Winter, eh? Brrr. Luckily I have plentiful weapons to keep Jack Frost at bay, including some spiffingly warm (and oh-so-stylish) jumpers, a plentiful supply of hot tea, half a hundredweight of biscuits kindly supplied by chums as Christmas gifts (ta muchly, chaps) and a flamethrower. I'm not taking any chances.

None of which brings me to the point of this entry, which is to say "Hello, viewers!" to announce the end of my latest DA activity drought, and also "No, I've not been eliminated by sinister black-clad assassins," just to reassure any of you who may, not unreasonably, have been wondering.

Lots of things have been happening since last we met; some of them might even be considered interesting. But you don't want to hear about any of that old rubbish, you want to see pictures of things! And I'm happy to say that, from today, additional pictures will be appearing in my DA gallery, at least several of which you won't have seen before somewhere else.

The first new addition deserves a special mention – it comes courtesy of all-round funky skillo guy ThaneBobo, and it can be found within The Great Ape Gallery, the art bit formerly known as Scraps. Go and have a look, it's super.

Right, I think that wraps things up for now. Stay funky, keep toasty, and a Happy New Year to you all! On the last day of January. Excellent.
As you'll likely have surmised from the subject header, I'm now taking artwork commissions. So, if you'd like me to draw something for you, send me a note or add a response to this journal entry, and we'll sort something out!

I'm doing things on a first-come first-served basis; once you get in touch you'll be given a comfy chair in the Official Commission Waiting Room, and I'll work through the queue in order of arrival. I typically work on plain A4 paper (8.2 x 11.6 inches) and, whatever you order, you'll receive the original artwork by good old-fashioned postal mail; the cost of postage is covered by the commission fee. (With computer-coloured drawings, you'll receive a high-resolution image file of the finished piece via e-mail and the original inked linework by post.)

Prices (for single character pieces):

Inked line drawing (black and white): £30
(Example:… )

Inked line drawing with computerised cel-shade colours: £40
(Examples:…… )

Shaded pencil drawing: £65
(Examples:…… )

Inked line drawing with pencil colours: £70 to £80 (depending on complexity)
(Examples:…… )

Extra characters can be added for a 50 per cent fee increase (so two inked characters would be £45, etc), and backgrounds can also be included for an additional charge determined by the complexity of the scenery.

Things to bear in mind:

• I don't draw anything sexually explicit. But then you knew that.

• Paypal is my money-transferring method of choice, and I'll need to be paid in advance of drawing anything. However! I'll only ask to be paid when I'm ready to start work on your particular piece; from then on, I'll be scribbling away on your behalf until it's completed.

• Reference pics will be gratefully received if you have something very specific in mind, or if you're looking to get a drawing of a previously-designed character.

And that's about it! I look forward to working with you lovely people.

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Hey, folks! While you're round these parts, why not pay a brief visit to The Great Ape Gallery? It's a separate mini-section full of Apeman and Monkeyboy-related pictures kindly drawn by other people, including the following excellent DA residents:

:iconjackademus: :iconlordwormm: :iconsurfaceart:

Do drop in if you've got a spare moment. There will be tea and bananas.
Good day, viewers!

It's been a frightfully long time since last I updated this journal or, indeed, my gallery in general, but I'm back again following a series of exciting adventures (including a battle with an evil appendix, which I thwarted successfully with nothing more than a teaspoon, some antibiotics and a team of trained medical professionals), and in the days to come you can expect to see a whole load of new things happening in my little corner of Deviant Art. Hurrah!

To begin, you might like to pay a visit to The Great Ape Gallery (i.e. my Scrapbook section, as seen here:… ) where a pair of new pictures are now being exhibited. They appear courtesy of fellow DA peeps Lordwormm and Shawn Surface, whose pages can be found through these little pictorial web-doors:


Isn't modern technology marvellous?

One last thing before I trundle off for today – Crazy Lizard Studios. You may remember that, at the end of October last year, the old site was blown to digital smithereens courtesy of Yahoo! and their demolition of Geocities. Work is still going on behind the scenes to resurrect the studios in a brand new form, but until that project comes to fruition, you may be interested to know that the old site is, in fact, still accessible online in its entirety. Yes, thanks to the sterling efforts of the people at Reocities (clever wording, I thought), Crazy Lizard Studios is back (back! Back!) along with a whole load of other websites that would otherwise have been lost forever. Anyone wishing to visit the place for reasons of nostalgia or madness or boredom can find it here:… . Hurrah 2!

Right, that's about it for now. See you again shortly, chums!
...for now, at least.

Followers of the work of Douglas Adams and, latterly, Stephen Fry, will know that there are lots of endangered animals in the world. Well, there’s another one (admittedly of a less tangible nature than most, but stick with me here) that’s on the verge of disappearing – the lesser-updated Crazy Lizard.…

It was back in 1999, while I was studying at Bournemouth University, that I and a bunch of splendid friends set up Crazy Lizard Studios, a funny little website designed to act as a kind of online gallery for our arty things. It quickly came to have a great deal of digi-pics hanging on its VirtualWalls, and although it’s not been updated for nearly four years now (for a variety of reasons I shan’t bore you to death with), it retains a special place in my head. It was my first dalliance with having any kind of online presence, and the chums who worked on it with me were – and very much still are – among the finest folks I’ve ever known. We had enormous fun adding new bits and pieces to it whenever the opportunity arose, and through it I’ve met all manner of other groovy guys and gals on the InformationSuperHardShoulder. Truly, I (heart) Crazy Lizard Studios. So it’s in a slightly sad and wistful tone of voice (which you can’t hear, but use your imaginations) that I have to announce it will shortly be erased from the net.

On October 26 – by a spooky coincidence, almost exactly 10 years since it first ventured onto the web – Crazy Lizard Studios will be no more. On that day, Yahoo! will be closing down all its free websites forever, and our site will be among those unceremoniously flattened with a VirtualBulldozer. As such, if there’s anything there you particularly want to look at, now would be a good time.

But is this the complete and utter end of Crazy Lizard Studios? Hopefully not. I’ve just recently finished downloading every last image and bit of text from the site so that everything will be safely stored on disk when the online version goes phut, and I’m looking at possible alternative venues for bringing the site back to life. Also, whenever it *does* reappear, you can expect a whole bundle of new things to turn up alongside the old bits. So, in a way, the studio’s impending demolition could be seen as the start of a whole new chapter in the site’s curious and unrepentantly minimalist history.

When new things start to happen, all you funky people hereabouts will naturally be kept informed. In the meantime, you might care to seek out the nifty web-dwellings of my fellow Lizardites, namely Sarah Tallon (the artist formerly known as Sarah Jacotine, but she’s a married lady now. Hurrah!) , Chris Christison and, of course, the man who started it all with his drawing of a quirky little reptile guy in a miniature poncho – Mat McGowan .

Crazy Lizard Studios (Version 1.101011101.2): 1999-2009. Until the next time, old friend.
Hello there, everybody!

Things have, as you'll possibly have noticed, been a bit quiet round these parts of late. A bit, as imperiled characters in need of a better scriptwriter might say, *too* quiet. So what's been going on, then?

Put simply, my circumstances have changed somewhat during the past few months. More elaboration will be forthcoming in future journals but, for now, suffice it to say that I'm absolutely fine and dandy, no dreadful happenings have happened dreadfully, and you're going to be seeing a lot more arty things appearing in my gallery during the days and weeks to come, including a collection of curious creepy-crawlies, the return of some familiar fighting felines and (but of course) a selection of simian-related stuff, plus a variety of other bits and pieces you'll hopefully find pleasing. Don't touch that VirtualDial, folks!