I know there's at least a few folks here that enjoy Voodoo Walrus so here's some good news for y'all.

The time for a Patreon overhaul has come again. I've gone in and switched over some of the extra content in the Voodoo Walrus Patreon to be free for all too see.

This includes:
-All the CreepKnight Family War Wisdoms.. A strange and disconcerting look into the ways of CreepKnight's family. Think the Addams Family, but more barbaric.

-The new Field Notes from Professor Grymmowski. Following the strange and very anti-establishment pursuits of Grymm's science criminal parents Mikol and Hilde.

-Cast Confessionals. Self explanatory.

The paid subscriber tiers stay the same though.
$1 Patrons get access to :
-Work in progress previews
-See the final comic before it posts to the main site or here
-CreepKnight versus Crow strips (I'm making them weekly now.)

$5 Patrons get access to all the above and get enrolled in the monthly sticker club.
$10 Patrons get all the above, more stickers, and magnet. Usually featuring my favorite full panels from the comic.

Full transparency, I never expect to have a lot of Patreon subscribers. I'm happy to have just enough that the funds cover site hosting costs and I have two or three people to send art to. Anything beyond that is amazing and extra funds get pushed into the advertising budgets of VW and ConQuest of the Aerolith-Mortus.

Forgot I existed here for a while. Life's been a thing. My life long best friend/roommate/co-creator of Voodoo Walrus passed away a few months ago after a months' long stay in the hospital. So my mental state and art output have not been what I'd call stable, but I'm dealing.

Voodoo Walrus is still going despite CK's passing and despite numerous malware attempts that have been made on the site and extinguished. I want to finish the story and I'm goddamn well going to do so.

I'm looking at the side bar of previous journals and seeing how they're all Patreon related. Gonna stop that. It's aggravating to see that over and over. It's enough to add a link in the descriptions of relevant pieces. As long as I'm getting in enough funds to keep my webcomics' hosting and domains funded, I'm satisfied. And that's exactly where things stand right now. The Accursed Day Job handles everything else.

So yeah. I'm here. I'm doing things. I'm Art Wizarding.

Hey there folks.
Just letting everyone know that my personal Patreon now has physical merch rewards in the form of a monthly sticker pack!

Now all $5 and higher patrons will get packs of monster stickers in the mail every month. $10 level patrons will get the monster sticker pack AND a magnet featuring one of my surreal or horror themed pieces. This past month the magnet was one of my Surrealis Grymmoire pieces!

Speaking of the Grymmoire, I've been uploading the original, high resolution Grymmoire files to my Patreon every day this month in preparation of unveiling the latest page of the project. If that sounds interesting to you, support my Patreon and check it out. They're available for all levels of patronage.

https://www.patreon.com/grymmarts

Decided I really didn't like the benefits I had on offer for my personal Patreon. So here's the new loadout:

At $1 a month, you can see any and all of my current work in progress stuff AND the Bonus art poll is now available. This month is a free for all though. Patrons can comment with what they'd like to see and I'll pull ideas from there:
MONTHLY PATTEON BONUS ART

At $5 a month you get everything from the $1 tier plus you'll get an assortment of monster stickers mailed to you every month. You might even get some stickers from bundles I haven't officially put on sale yet.

At $10 a month you get all the above AND you'll get a shiny monster art magnet with your stickers. Magnets design may be monster art or Surrealis Grymmoire pieces!

Some upcoming highlights for this month include, a Krampus piece. Surrealis Grymmoire progress, and Christmas themed horror stickers.

SUPPORT THE WEIRD. SUPPORT GRYMM ARTS ON PATREON

Slow month so far. A lot of my time is being eaten up by the day job and prepping for the arrival of a new roommate. New commissions are coming down the pipes though. There are two more milking machine commissions currently on the table. If you want to check out the progress being made on the first one, check it out on my personal Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/posts/milkin-jack-54780994 . You can see the roughs, the refined line work, and even an early alternate concept that went unused. Inks will likely be posted by this weekend.

Hopefully once this week is over, content will start flowing at a steady pace again.

Check out the progress phases for the current adult commission piece here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/54006330 . Can't remember the last time I drew a horsecock that big and veiny...

Polls for next month's bonus art are still running. Little over a week to get your vote in! The general poll is tied between sci-fi and horror. Break the tie here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/augus.....s-art-53792717

The adult poll is still woefully neglected though: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bonus.....t-for-53792776

The Grymmowski Arts Patreon is now live: https://www.patreon.com/grymmarts

For the longest time there's been a Patreon just for Voodoo Walrus, but I know that the bulk of folks interested in my work don't necessarily enjoy the Walrus. That's cool. I absolutely understand.
But I want to make sure I've got something for fans of all my other work. So I'm finally plugging my solo Patreon page just for my art. Be it smut or otherwise.

$1- (General Audeince) You'll get to see the warm-up doodles, conceptuals, and sketchwork/inked work-in-progress files that I don't usually make public. You'll also get access to abandoned pieces that maybe didn't go as plan, or the commissioner just never greenlit.

$5- (General Audience) Every month there'll be a poll that decides the subject matter of a brand new Patreon exclusive art piece. You'll also get to see any new finished art I've created before it gets uploaded to any of my social media of gallery accounts.

$10- (Adult Content) A combo of the previous two tiers but focused strictly on the smut. That means sketchwork and WIP pieces for mature pieces, a different monthly poll for an exclusive new piece of adult oriented art, and early access to newly completed art.

$25- (Mixed Content) In addition to all other tier perks, you are now enrolled in the Monthly Grymmowski Print Club. Each month you will receive a brand new print from my expansive archives. You can even choose what kind content you'd prefer; Weird Whatzits, Oddly Cute, Grotesqueries, Sexy Time, or SUPER SEXY TIMES.

So come support the weirdness at my new Patreon page.

Life fell apart. Then it kept falling apart in new and excitingly horrible ways. Then I just kind of floated on the rubble for a few years. Now I'm trying to claw my way back into being the fabulous screeching art wizard that I am deep inside. I just need to keep ignoring the chunks of my wet, electric think-loaf that keep whispering poison things at me.

I see I have a shit ton of new watchers here. Ya'll are awesome. Here's hoping what I bring to the table from here on out interests you.

Be prepared for a bunch of non-furry uploads. I've scribbled a lot of monsters over the past few years. They're easy and they're fun.

Couple people emailed me this week interested in commissions. Apparently I never changed the big caps message in my bio that read commissions are open. Sorry. No. And for a while, commissions will remain closed will I work on things that should have been finished more than three years ago.

I'd like to say I've spent the past year doing just that, but I haven't. Mainly due to work 45-50 hour work weeks at first. But these past few months have basically seen me getting up at 5am, working 8 to 10 hours. Coming home, changing, and checking on the beagle, then immediately going to visit my dad at the hospital or in some cases, the rehab center.

That was my daily routine from the end of November up until March 5th when I got the call that he was in decline from pneumonia, heart problems, kidney failure, and falling blood pressure and I need to rush over there and discuss the situation.

Basically it came down to the fact that the only way he could pull through was by way of an absolute miracle and even if he did, his quality of life would be abysmal and he'd never be able to come back home.

So my half-sister and I had to make the decision to let him go. We tried to hold off for as many of his friends to come and see him one last time. But we finally went ahead. They dosed him with morphine, they removed all the tubes and hoses and support and we let him go.

The only direct family I have left is an estranged half sister that popped back up during dad's second trip to the hospital on Christmas Eve when they thought for sure he only had a 50% chance of making it.

Currently trying my best to make arrangements for him. But those have been halted by the insurance company who have decided that his life insurance claim might be contestable so they want paperwork filled out by the doctor and that just slows everything down.

So that's where I stand right now. Too much time on the phone, signing paperwork, and being asked questions I don't know answers to while my father's body sits in an crematorium's refrigeration unit.

So there's every likelihood that I'm going to be MIA for another few months.

My apologies.

Well that turned into a couple of years. Yeah. Totally fell off the map there. Between life and work and work and work, time kind of slipped away from me when it came to online gallery upkeep.
Good news is I never stopped working on art. Especially the numerous commissions I've had on slate. So, stuff to look forward to seeing pop up.
Speaking of commissions though, commissions are pretty thoroughly closed right now until I finish what's left in my backlog.

This past Saturday we fulfilled the last of Mom's wishes for when she passed.

The first was that she wanted her last rites. Despite not having been a practicing Catholic in... ever, she was still adamant about getting them. The hospital failed miserably at tracking down a priest despite being St. Mary's in the first place. How they managed to fail so fantastically, I'll never know. It took my aunt nearly donning a pith helmet and rifle and going forth to hunt one down (she would too, she is a bad ass who will either force friendship down your throat or destroy you) before the long time head nurse for my Mom's whole case called in a personal favor and got a guy.

So that was taken care of.

Then of course we made sure she was cremated. Thankfully her life insurance was just enough to cover that. Barely. So the last bit was making sure she was thrown a party. Not a wake. Not a funeral. Not a spilling of ashes. Not a memorial. A party. Because that's just how she rolled. That and she was never too fond of dad's alternative plan of having her stuffed and kept in the kitchen with a cigarette in hand, a pepsi in arm's reach and a half finished cross word puzzle in front of here.

Thankfully, when you have aunts and uncles who are detail and planning obsessed, you end up not having to do all that much in this kind of scenario except tell people to show up. So for the first time in probably 25 years our home opened its doors to 30-some people bustling about with food, drink, and stories about my mom. Friends, family, friends that were technically more family than family itself all chatting and striking up new friendships here and there.

Some of them came in with pictures of Mom that they had had from forty or fifty years ago. Others summoned up stories about the time she got stuck in a freak snow drift but managed to keep her glass of wine perfectly filled and snow-free. Or tales of her and my aunt in their younger days, stealing christmas trees to make a quick buck reselling. Only to learn that the trees were full of bees all too ready to rise from slumber in her nice warm house.

Even a friend of hers who I swear has a body mass composed of 75% beard came bearing fire works to light in her honor. And though he wasn't cleaver enough to wait for anything even close to sunset, it was still a lovely gesture.

Things even came together in making sure her ashes were ready for pickup just a couple of hours before people started showing up. In the end, everything probably went better than I hoped. They definitely went better than Dad had feared.

Now it's just a matter of getting into a new pattern of things. Back to work and commissions and comic making for me, and Dad exploring a life in which he's not a caretaker, but at the same time he's a little bit more alone in the world.

This post was a long time coming. I've been all but absent from the online art scene this year. Voodoo Walrus updates have slowed to all but a stop. I've been terrible in answering emails. Commissions have been worked on in tiny spurts and no new commission slots have been opened or put on sale. Worst of all, there's been very little explanation coming from me for why this is. Every time I thought to sit down to let every know what was going on, the situation would take another sharp downward turn and side swipe me.

I'm not sure how many people follow me to the extent of reading my journals here or my occasional news updates on Voodoo Walrus enough to know, but for the past two years my mother fought bowel cancer. I know I've at least explained that much before. In all, she went through three risky surgeries, be it because there were either complications during and/or after, or in the case of the one earlier this year, they were still experimental and very dangerous.

Despite all of that she pulled through and kept fighting. She fought through the surgeries, the chemo, the ostomy bag, the exhaustion, the pain, everything. She kept going even when the cancer spread to her liver. When the cancer returned to the bowel. And when, just a couple months back, said cancer started to block the bowel. And that's when things turned futile.

Basically back at the end of last year, my art production both for commission and personal art more or less dropped completely off because I opted to do the "real job" thing. They needed the extra cash flow, all avenues of assistance were denied to them one after another, and helping dad in the caretaking duties had already slowed my art production immensely. So, it was time to take on stable job with a more or less steady, weekly paycheck. Between working nearly full time hours and aiding them in whatever ways I could, art became less and less a priority, Most days I barely had the time to sleep, work, eat, and help them in various ways before it was time to grab a few hours of sleep to function at work the next day.

That's been this year more or less. Working and helping them in every way possible, keeping my dad from completely breaking down over everything, and being all too aware as all of my positivity about the situation slowly and steadily evaporated with every additional doctor's visit and new complication that arose.

On July 29, she went into the hospital for one last time. I knew it was coming and figured it would be the last big downward turn before we'd have to get hospice involved. A time range of six to twelve months left was mentioned. The head surgeon who had been with her all the way told her that when she got out of the hospital this time, that she should just do whatever she wants to her fullest extent. He'd keep her alive as long as possible, but time was running out. I figured we had at most another couple of months. I dreaded them because I knew it would be a matter of watching her waste away.

But that didn't happen. This past Wednesday was a day off for me. I opted not to go to the hospital with Dad since he said she was sounding slightly better and she'd probably be getting out in a couple of days. I decided I'd sepnd the day in my office, put on some music and get some of my monstrous commission backlog worked on and finally answer those emails I just never could find the energy to answer.

At 2:30 Wednesday afternoon, my Dad called me from the hospital, his voice cracking and buckling. Telling me I needed to get there. She was going in and out and he didn't even think I'd be able to make it. But I did. With CreepKnight by my side as she's always been a second mother to him.

Things had just progressed to much. There had been too much malnutrition from the blockage and nausea over the weeks. There was too much fluid on her chest. The spirit was willing but the body was far too weak. She'd pretty much gone unconscious and nobody could rouse her. She hung on though. She hung on until I could get there. Until her lifetime best friend could. Her nieces. Even family that from Maryland that had to drop everything and travel three hours down in hopes of getting there in time. As my aunt held the phone up to mom's ear for them, they begged her to hold on until they could arrive.

She did. And somehow, when they got there, she managed to claw her way back up to semi-consciousness despite what the doctors and nurses thought, open her eyes, mumble-slur a greeting, and prove that she was still there. Still aware, before slipping back under again.

For the next eight hours she clung on. Occasionally just barely opening eyes that could no longer focus. Vocalizing love and confirmations that she was aware despite everything. Letting us know that for the first time all this year, she wasn't in the constant pain that had plagued her. At 5:30 that morning, the slow winding down of her body reached its end, her breathing slowed and hitched, and she was gone.

Throughout it all, everything was just a broken reality of wracking sobs and helplessness. Simple people of carbon and water spoke of things being part of a divine god's divine plan. There is no god-plan. If there is a higher force it simply laid the groundwork of reality and let chance and causality unfurl on it's own.

To say a plan had to involve someone who fought and suffered and clung through everything tooth and nail only to just lose their grip and slide away and lose their battle of nearly two years. That's not part of a plan. People want it to be part of a plan because they're terrified and need to believe in something. Anything. They need something to say in these situation.

I have no reason to believe in a god-plan. I believe in people. Because I watched a strong, fiery, take no shit from anyone Irish-italian woman, survive despite perilous odds, three major, risky, sometimes experimental surgeries, chemo treatment after treatment, complication after complication. Even right to the last stretch when even her own body started rejecting nutrition and the pain was constant despite the meds, she still hung on and still was determined to fight. Even in the last hours as the doctors said there was nothing left to do, when she seemed all but gone in every sense, when the word came down the radiant spark that was the essential her might leave its shell at any moment without any more warning, she dug her way back to be aware that we were there with her. To try to say something. To wait for everyone to get there and see her. Not once did she surface, but three times. She managed to get across that she was okay. That she wasn't in any pain (for the first time in so very very goddamn long). She managed to tell in a half slurred, half mumbled way that she loved us and knew we were there and knew that we loved her. No. That is no divine plan. Only a glorious fucking person of electric soul stuff and stardust and a lifetime's worth on experience doing amazing things despite everything. And now her strength and her essential glorious self are reintegrated back into the bloodstream of reality. And reality is just a little more glorious for it.

Now, it's time to move forward. I'm not quitting art. I'll still be around. Commissions continue to be worked on, but it'll be a while before I advertise being open for new projects since there's still a lot of the past couple of years that needs completing. I simply ask that you bare with me for a while as I get everything tended to, both in regards to family and its financial needs, and my art business as it were.

Often when you commission me and I'm a little slower than what you think I should be, I've often been known to tell you not to worry, I haven't forgotten you. And that's remains the truth even now. I haven't forgotten you. I'll do my best to make things right by those who have supported my endeavors for so many years.

I love you all.

ALL SLOTS CLAIMED FOR NOW. THANK YOU ALL!

Graphite Commissions are now on sale!

You can find graphite samples here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12233598/

Details:

-This is for traditional shaded graphite commissions featuring one or two characters. No complex background scenery though please.

-Complex background scenery (like the woods in the first example above and more complicated) is possible, but it'll cost extra depending on what you have in mind)

-Ten slots are open on a first come first serve basis. If interested, either comment below to stake a claim on one or more slots or simply send me a note! Either way I'll fire a note off your way to get the ball rolling on things!

-Each slot is $15 USD, payable by way of Paypal.

-A wide range of content is possible. Humans, furries, gender bending, fetish themes, fantasy, romance, action, smuttiness. crossdressing, transformation, and horror are just the tip of the "what Grymm can draw" iceberg. If you're not sure if you're idea is doable, feel free to note me and double check. The absolute worst I can say is "No, I don't believe that's my cup of tea. My apologies."

-Questions? Comments? Concerns? Feel free to note me or email me at thebadgergrymm@gmail.com!

Yep. I disappeared again. And I'm back again. Pretty much immediately after I got a new scanner (thanks to an advanced commission payment for a very kind commissioner who was totally new to working with me and was entirely too kind to help me out), my computer's power supply died on me.

Thankfully with some help from a friend and ebay, I managed to get that back up and running after a week or so.

Then once again health issues arose around mom and her fighting against cancer. Due to the circumstances around her disconnected digestive system, she was dehydrating at a criminal pace and just ending up back in the hospital again and again. Not to mention that the chemo was not playing nice with her or the dehydration.

So the past couple of months have involved a lot of doctor visits to work out getting her digestive system reconnected and then continuing treatment. This has now turned into an upcoming massively, risky surgery that only two surgeons in the state can perform. Fortunately if it goes well, after a recovering window of several months and just some very minor chemo, she should be back to 100%. If not, well. There's the very real chance she might not make it back out.

To top all that off, the pump that supplies water from the well to the house decided to die not long ago and take eat up $1000 dollars that really wasn't available in the first place to put in a new one.

And most recently, the Voodoo Walrus comic site is now down due to some massive technical difficulties that I can't handle. All I can do is sit and and wait until the ever glorious Webmistress Marron whips things back into shape. It's now going on day three of the site's down time along with the dedicated Voodoo Walrus email server being unusable since it's somehow linked to the site. Goody, Glad I only do but so much actual business through that.

So yeah. That's why you haven't seen a lot of me. This year is just kicking my ass up and down.

Good news is, commissions have been getting worked on. Progress has been made indeed. No where near what I'd like to say, but some stuff has been finished.

Unfortunately, it looks like I'm going to have to now break this recent silence I've had on not offering up commission sales because this past month has completely bled me and the household dry. So I'm going to work on getting as much progress on current stuff done as possible tonight, and then tomorrow I'm reopening commissions sales. Going for the gamut, digitals, inks, graphites, avatar pieces, comic pages. I'm opening everything up. Then I'm going to continue shooting coffee directly into my veins and I will balance all this out.

Because to be perfectly honest, at this point at least keep myself neck deep in drawing things that'll make people happy keeps me from thinking about the next month or so ahead.

I'm here waiting out the delivery time of my new scanner and cleaning the drawing room and I've once again realized that I have WAY. TOO. MUCH. ART.

Original graphite pieces, inkworks that were scanned for digital coloring, so on. There all just sitting in my art vault taking up room. (Not even to mention the hundreds of Voodoo Walrus original...)

So it's probably about time that I check in with some folks privately and see if they want their original stuff, but I know there's a lot of folks that never want the physical bits of the art so that'll mean selling it off to any interested parties.

I know just putting stuff up for auction usually works about half the time. So does offering them up by way of journal entries here. But I had a different thought:

What if I offered up themed mystery "grab bags" of art?

Like there'd be a pack of nothing but stuff with busty badger ladies, or badgers, completely non-smutty work, or herms/shemales, or latex/rubber outfits, so on and so forth. Each pack containing 5 or 6 original pieces, inked linework, or the occasionally full on traditionally colored piece or some comic stuff.

Does that sound interesting to any body? If so I'll make it a point to start going through and catalouging what I have, what needs to be cross checked with original commissioners, and what I know has been "abandoned" so to speak.

After wrestling with trouble shooting and reboots, and even installs on a different machine, I finally had to accept that my CanoScan was dead today.

Fortunately though, I have awesome commissioners and thanks to an earlier than scheduled commission payment, a new scanner has now been ordered and should arrive this week. Hopefully. In the meantime, I'm just to work my ass off to make sure there's plenty of stuff to scan when it gets here. In addition to the brand new finished "Changing of Faith" comic pages and a bunch of progress scans that already need to go out.

Hey everyone, Having some scanner issues here that I'd love some input on considering that googling the issue doesn't seem to turn up my issue.

So I have Canon CanoScan 200 that was working just fine up until a few weeks ago when it randomly started acting up. It would scan fine the first time, but the actual internal machinery that moves and scans wouldn't move back to its original place. So attempting to scan a second image would either freeze up the software, or result in a connection error message.

I updated drivers but it didn't seem to change anything. I disconnected the USB and reconnected it and it set it back to a proper starting position and would scan again from there. But it turned in to me having to pull the USB (which also acts as the power) every time I wanted to scan.

Today I went to pull the trick again to scan properly, and the internal machinery actually just stalled out even before a proper scan could be made. Pulling the USB doesn't work, restarting my computer doesn't work.

I'm rubbish at figuring out computery tech bits so my first thought is "It's time to throw up a couple of emergency commission slots so I can buy an all new scanner". Unless any one can advise me otherwise.

Hiya folks. I thought my last journal post here was be swinging back into action. Instead it almost seems I exasperated the condition. Because apparently the colon cancer was not satisfied being the only problem.

So here's the run down to catch everyone up to speed.
-Mom is hospitalized for super hyper Australian flu.
-Colon cancer is discover.
--Cancer is removed, healing process begins.
Colon basically tears itself back open flooding mom's system with infection for two days before anyone's realized what's happened and she's rushed back into surgery.
-Digestive system is bypassed with an ilistomy rig.
-Infection continues to contaminate her system as various kinds of bacterial flora set up shop and MRSA infection stops in for the party too .
-Extreme white blood cell count and infection keep her barely coherent of reality for two weeks.
-By the beginning of March, she finally started to bounce back, though basically looking skeletal and suffering from near complete muscle atrophy due to not being able to eat or drink anything the entire time (everything had to be administered via IV).
-Healing process rebegins and she's sent to a physical rehab center that Dad and I quickly realize is a nursing home for the terminally ill and the disposed elderly that moonlights as physical rehab.
-The Rehab people told her she'd probably be there two to three weeks. She looked the admin straight in the eyes and said "Fuck that, I'm going home by Friday (which would've made her entire stay last 5 days.)
-She worked her ass off and came home in seven days.

Of course, that wasn't the end. She came home about mid-March and she's just now finally reattaining her former levels of strength. But the surgical area is still healing, the iliostomy bag continues to be present until it's time to go in and reconnect things, She's still a little uneasy on her feet, and she's still looking at having to go through chemo and another surgery to reconnect the digestive system and remove apparent tumor debris that still needs removal. And she still ended up back in the hospital for another week long stay near the end of March due to a cataclysmic blood pressure drop brought on by two different doctors prescribing things that reacted badly together.

So. Uh. Yeah. That's been my past couple of months. How have you guys been? Again, sorry for the radio silence. It's been all I can do just to help Dad keep her taken care and keep up the domestic side of things.
I've gotten some work done, which will be going up soon, but no where even close to the amount that should be done. So, I don't know what to say really.

I've scaled back my own work on Voodoo Walrus to further lean full tilt into getting old commissions done and try to bring new ones in since money is starting to get more than a little tight in all of this.

Just doing the best I can despite everything generally seeming completely overwhelming.

I've been sitting on making this journal for a while. Namely due to time restraints. After all, writing takes time and that's time that can continued to be used to get drawing done. But I'm currently taking a littler breather after getting a few things done and sent off, so it feels like it's a good time to broadcast why my attendance here has been lacking for a while.

THE GOOD NEWS:
Obviously I am not dead. Nor have I "OHNOEZ QUITZ TEH FURRIEZ/ARTS WORLD. Nor am I intending to. There is no doom or gloomsaying here. No threats of leaving. No proclamations of LIFE TO HARD ME CRAWL IN HOLE.

No my friends. I'm still here. I've just been very busy, and very stressed, and so on. Which leads into the next part.

Since September, things have kind of been shit. Partly because life and circumstances heaping themselves on top of me one after the other, or through my own poor planning/decision making. It's really about half and half.

September through November I got dragged too far in to the local haunted hayride thing I work for every year. Having to spend entirely more time involved in that than I should have. Not even realizing it until November hit and I was left feeling like worn out as the zombie clothes hanging in tatters in the costuming cabinet.

November through December opted to chew me up and spit me out from the holiday and family angle. For the first time since I was a child, my family decided the holidays were very important this year. I have no questions about why this was. My parents are getting up their in age. They know they only have so much time left. They wanted to make sure they got quality holiday happiness time in and I won't begrudge them that.

All of this kept stalling out art production. I'd make progress here, than lose a week a other matters and non-commission duties. Some more progress there, and something would happen that would absolutely require my attention outside the studio for a few days.

But Christmas wrapped up and it looked like I was finally going to be able to get back in the groove. The first part of January was pretty good. I managed to go through about FOUR THOUSAND emails that piled up in my two business inboxes other the past few months (two-thirds of those easily being automated notices and such).

I got back on track with a lot of backlogged commissions and made progress there and then the last stint of January hit and the bottom fell out.

My mom fell rather grievously ill. Debilitating pain and bodily functions no longer functioning as they should type of ill. This of course led to an emergency room visit and lots of baffled, unknowing doctors and specialists and lots and lots and LOTS of tests and X-rays.

A week spent with tubes of all kinds hooked up to her led to the reveal that she had contracted that super hyper Australian ultra stomach flu. Okay. That can be dealt with. She seemed to be doing slightly better after that first week and talked her way into being released.

Bad idea. It hit her even worse than before and her digestive system more or less just stopped working. Back to the hospital, back to more tests, back to more X-rays and they find an abdominal mass.

Colon cancer. Malignant.

She went under the knife about a week ago now, and the entire unwelcome freeloader did get thoroughly evicted. But it left some mess that'll need mopping up with chemo. As of me writing this, she's still in the hospital and slowly recuperating.

I'm broadcasting all this to help explain limited activity here. All of these things, have worked together to throw me pretty completely off any kind of productions schedule I use to have. But things are slowly getting done. Slowly.

There is a metric ton of art that I have done that needs posting here, comics, commissions, personal art, fun stuff, design stuff. I just haven't had the time. I've been splitting my time between visiting mom, taking care of domestic stuff for her, seeing to my own daily business, and making art.

Amongst all this, I also lost my proper record keeping skills at some point too apparently. So that's something I need to get back to work on. I know almost for certain that there's commission that I owe that I've let fall through the cracks at this point. I'm going to do my best to get back on track and dig them back out of the cracks while working on others, but I'm also going to put this out there:

"If I owe you a commission, and you've been waiting a while, do not hesitate to send me a note here, or email me at either thebadgergrymm[at]gmail.com or grymm[at]voodoowalrus.com and remind me about it. It's tremendously unprofessional on my part and I hate to do it (it should be up to me to keep track of this stuff and contact you with updates) but it's the best course of action I can think of right now to maybe remind me of what I may have forgotten.

So... yeah. I think I've covered everything here. Maybe. I'm not sure. Right now my mom's health, and getting my commissioners what they're owed to them are my top priorities. An odd dichotomy. A parent's well being and smut/fan service/etc.

I'm going to start uploading again tonight or tomorrow after getting home from the hospital.

Folks, I adore you all. And I'm sorry for this.

So my area was fortunate. No massively severe damage. In fact, compared to most places the hurricane visited, my area barely has any right to claim it was even involved in the whole mess. Apparently I did manage to worry myself to the point of near illness though. So I guess the hurricane was at least damaging to my immune system. Gonna take a couple of days to relax and doodle BDSM-beefy man on sub feminine smut stuff and conceptuals for commission before getting back into full on work mode this weekend. Probably have a new finished graphite piece to upload before then since it's nearly finished though. We'll see. Gonna go sleep awhile. My kind thanks to all the well wishes the other day. I'm chalking my lucky weather break up to you all. (And at least a little chalking up to my low level chaos magic powers.)

Currently bracing for Sandy coming through. It's been dark and wet and windy since yesterday and this is just the very outside bit of it. It's already ruined most of the last leg of my local hayride work and paranoia is keeping me from getting much work done. But I've printed out a lot of my commission details and refs so that if power is lost in the next day or so, I'll at least be able to get some work done.


But here's hoping everyone else dealing with this weather is okay/will be okay. Especially those coastal dwellers. Gonna go see about getting some work done and attempt to not keep checking the forecast and weather maps every 30 minutes. Hopefully this time around I won't have to go MIA for too terribly long due to power loss.

Much love and well wishes to all.

Check out this link for more information: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/8503180/

ONE SLOT TAKEN, ONE REMAINS

Hiya folks! Wanted to wait a bit before opening the next commission slots, but illness skewed everything. Soooo yeah...

I'm opening up the full color, one or two character, no background slots.

Just two though. $45 each.

Comment below or fire me a note to stake a claim. After I see that, I'll fire a note back at you and we'll get that groovy exchange of information flowin' dude and/or dudette. Feel free to stake claim for both if you're the first in and you want both. I have no problem with that.

You can check out a complete run down of my commission guidelines at http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3079578/ but the TLDR version is:
General or adult audience rating is fine. Furry, human, and fantasy creatures all doable. Fetishes welcome save for a few big ones listed in my guidelines. Sometimes very, very detailed characters or ideas involved a lot of bondage, details, or "props" may cost extra. Paypal's the preferred payment this time time around. Any questions, just fire me a note!

You're all loved. Now I must head back to the drawing table to continue getting through the backlog!

So far, while lost in illness induced madness and insanity I've: forgotten that I don't actually have magic powers and believed just a for a moment that my illness has taken them away, learned and forgotten the specifics of a novel way to use abortions to travel across dimensions, and come up with this amazing idea for a new reality tv show that would involved people being drugged up with hallucinogens and humiliated for the audience's entertainment.

Basically, take a giant warehouse. Have it covered with different levels of platforms. Drug victim with some nice hallucinogens. For added confusion, then project an image of a differing terrains and such on the warehouse floor and let them loose on it in attempt to make it across chasms, spike pits, and other things that aren't even there.

The audience will be seated above and to the side and to watch the schmuck fumble around areas that make no sense.

My head hurts. I think I need more meds and sleep.

Hiya everyone! Just wanted to say the recent east coast storms fucked my woods and powerlines sideways and left me with nothing but a very quiet, very dark studio and a very, very warm house.

Good news is, power's back and everything but the wireless router is fine and well. More good news is I was somewhere cool and safe to work for the three day outage. Bad news. More storm's are gearing up to come this way according to reports. I'll be doing my best to get stuff done in the next day or so though.

Here's hoping that everyone out there who's been in a similar boat to me is staying safe, cool, and mentally upbeat.

I love you all.