Female serial killers are fascinating in part because our society doesn't expect women to unleash their often-justifiable rage in the form of violence, much less to methodically carry out and inflict repeated acts of murder.

Since the hurricane, I've had to work a lot to make up for lost wages. I feel like the man in Woman in the Dunes, trapped in a sandpit, exhausting myself trying to climb out. The people I talk to out there feel the same way. Everyone is working too much and getting nowhere. On that note, here are the results of the extra labor I made for myself but don't get paid for, but can't help doing because I'm compelled and will never stop because because.

Although we knew from the beginning that this image series would have a feminist bent, we hadn't figured that the women in them would want to tell a different kind of story.

First off, we got slammed here in Pensacola by Hurricane Isaias. We didn't personally experience much damage, but many people did. Trees down everywhere, and it's not hard to find huge oaks which crushed houses. And of course, many, many downed power-lines.

Weirdcore’s four arms and razor claws slashed forward toward the heart of Dreamcore. Where they struck the rival’s flesh, blisters bubbled and leaked, the fluid inside winding out like purseworms. The sinewy worms wrapped around Weirdcore’s paw, and with a sucking acidic slurp, severed it at the joint. When the wriggling tentacles unclenched, Weirdcore’s wound released a golden powder which buzzed upward in a spiral. Weirdcore howled with anguish and confusion, but within

scatterplat In personal news, I got the lease taken care of, I think anyway, so I don’t have to worry about that for a year. Planning a trip to New Orleans next month with Raven to see some oddities, so that should be fun, as well as various local events. I’m seriously mulling over the idea of moving huge elements of the Daydream Misfit project into a press and producing small batches of hard product. The website would then be considered the sandbox for excavating tangible

Back for one of my periodic check-ins. It's fun to look back at the previous update and see what I thought I would be getting accomplished and what did and didn't get done.

"Personal Growths" is a series of motivational affirmations posters by Katty Pulsar and Raven Storm. Body horror meets body humor in these absurd and hilariously disgusting images, lovingly crafted by our resident graphic designers. From "When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade" to "Train Insane or Remain the Same," these prints will give you reason to get up in the morning and say, "Hey, I too am a skin-bag filled with meat, bone, puss and blood, and that's okay."

For these regular updates, I'm going with a past/present/future thing. I'll talk about what I'm working on currently, what's on my Never-Ending List of Amazing Ideas (tm), and then talk about an old project with the benefit of hindsight.

Strange illnesses... cattle mutilations... and a pervasive change in the color of the sky. These were only preludes to the earth-shattering events of June 15th, 1971.

Mania is a surreal Daydream Misfit image capturing heightened perception, fractured reality, and psychological intensity in a moment of unstable clarity.

We approached this new series, "Sleep is No Escape" wanting to explore horror themes from the Lovecraftian tradition -- with a little HR Giger if he flesh-melded with a demon-possessed Andrew Wyeth, all slathered in chicken skin. These pieces were bounced back and forth between Ideogram and Gimp until they were moist and scabby. Some came together quickly. "The Garden of Heavenly Dismay" turned out to be massive and took several weeks!