This stuff is so freaking good on EVERYTHING.

Treat yourselves.

Ooh, the recession! Ohhh, online shopping. Ohhh, digital distribution.

Aren’t these things the reasons GAME are dying a slow financial death?

No!

This is the reason nobody shops in GAME anymore.

I’ve been colouring this as a kind of therapy for the past month or so since I first posted the initial linework.

Every time I became frustrated drawing or thinking about something else, I found myself reopening this file and tinkering with it some more. Looking back, I probably ended up recolouring this about three times in all and I’m still not 100% happy with the final result. Some day when I can actually lay down some serious digital paintwork, this is high on the list for a re-do.

Still, this is one more piece of “Promised Art” to tick off a very long list. I hope you like it, Mark!

Tomorrow, more comics about nonsense!

A few years ago I watched a (then) recent episode of Naruto and decided it could not possibly get any worse than this:

I was so very wrong.

Goodbye, LEGO Universe.

It has been an absolutely incredible experience.

I challenge you guys to acquire Foursquare and then not find excuses to go places JUST TO CHECK IN.

I do not say this lightly: this thing will rule your life.

All they have to do now is install it on most SatNavs and raise the price of petrol. Instant government wealth.

If you thought YouTube was  a great way to waste hours of your time, try Netflix. This media behemoth has entire movies and episodes of shows instead of just openings, endings and footage ruined by Linkin’ Park songs.

Worse still, I have tricked my XBox into thinking it lives in the Americas, bestowing upon me what I can only describe as a MOTHER FUCKING LIFETIME of content. Only downside is Netflix coming subscription-based, but £6.99 a month to never have to buy another DVD or Blu-ray again sounds pretty freaking sweet to me.

If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to watch an obscure American sitcom. Because I can.

A few weeks back, I was brave and ventured to the toilet at night. It was dark and I managed to hit my toe against something, resulting in a damaged toenail and several weeks of swelling. The toe is now rejecting the nail and trying to force it apart from my body, leading Vera to believe it may become infected, swell and potentially destroy Japan.

I’m  sure it will be fine.

What a boss. Seriously. He knew I was there and I’d hear every little peep from his posterior.

He erupted anyway.

I was merely a witness to spread word of his bravery.

If you’d like to see more of Vera’s brain meats, track her down and crack her head open with a rock.

If you’d like to see more incredible folded pictures of Ross Kemp, get yourself over to this page.