Landsquid called his friend Turtleduck on the phone. “Come over,” he said. “I’ve learned about this great holiday that some people celebrate, where you get together with those you love, eat a shared meal, and go over what you’re thankful
Landsquid was tentacle-deep in flour–it was Thursday, his weekly baking day–when his doorbell rang. Most of his friends knew not to disturb him while baking was in progress, so it was either a stranger, or it was important. He didn’t
Happy 4th of July, American Squiders! (For non-American Squiders, Happy Thursday!) This blog has been sadly lacking in landsquid, lately, so we’re remedying that. (Also, do not ask me how the Turtleduck got her sparkler lit.) I hope you all
Hey, want to see what a landsquid looks like when you haven’t drawn one in a few months? My imagination is weird. Also, in celebration of the haunting season being afoot, you can read my new ghost story, The Door
All was quiet in the vale where Landsquid lived. For now, at least. You see, Landsquid’s neighbor and arch-nemesis, the Alpaca, would be over shortly. There was some sort of sports competition to be watched and, out of principle, they
Can’t talk, have Australians. (I love to say this, people’s first reaction is almost always complete befuddlement.) Blogging shall resume with Friday’s post, but to tie you over, here’s a picture of a landsquid and a turtleduck.