Posted February 15, 2013 at 3:15 pm
Danielle and I want a baby (or two). We have two sons (who are AWESOME) from a previous relationship I had many years ago, but none that are biologically made up of the two of us. Just for the fun of it, we started this Twitter account. It's a daily record of whether or not we're pregnant. And of course, here's my regular Twitter account. As for today's update, I spent yesterday dealing with a yucky migraine (I'm often whining like a sucky baby about them) so I got almost no work done. I'm feeling 90% better today and I'm trying to catch up. It is my hope that the page will go live tonight sometime. Want to keep me company while I draw? I'll have the live camera on while I'm drawing for a lot of today. As always, thanks for reading. ~Thunt
Posted February 14, 2013 at 3:07 pm
Let's talk about oblivion holes. This blog won't contain any Goblins spoilers, but some of the o-hole facts here will be repeated by characters in future dialogue. I'll let you decide if you want to keep reading. Oblivion holes aren't 'true oblivion'. As stated on previous comic pages, true oblivion can't exist if anyone is aware of it. Of course, awareness isn't the only thing that can dispel oblivion, but it's effective. Oblivion is the complete lack of existence geographically, conceptually and even chronologically (which is the greatest argument I've come across for 'existence' after death, but that's another discussion). Oblivion can't have boundaries. if it has a boundary, it's contained. If it's contained, it exists. If it exists in some fashion, it's not a complete void. So the oblivion holes that are scattered throughout the Maze of Many can't truly be oblivion. They're sort of... oblivion light. Think about this... Minmax threw his pants into the o-hole. This means the pants never existed, so he'd be in his underwear, right? Wrong. Those pants were bought in Brassmoon City. If they truly never existed, then Forgath (who was forcing Minmax to buy pants) would have still walked into the shop and just grabbed a different pair of pants. Just because that one pair of pants never existed, doesn't mean that all pants in Brassmoon disappear. So if those pants never existed, another pair of pants should have appeared on Minmax as soon as he threw his pants into the o-hole. So why was Minmax pantsless? misplacedpants Since the o-holes aren't true oblivion (being contained in neat, little holes and gawked at by conscious beings, etc.), they don't truly erase anything from existence. What they actually do, is scrub whatever they swallow off the surface of existence. It's similar to that time you spilled a drink on your carpet and had to clean it up. You scrubbed and scrubbed until it all disappeared. Once that wet spot dried, the mess was gone, as though the spill never happened! But if someone were to pull up that carpet and closely examine the parts deeper down, they'd find remnants of spilled Yo-Ho or Pepsi or whatever the hell you were drinking. Minmax's pants were erased from the surface of existence, but all of those deeper 'cause and effect' equations were left alone. So if you were to throw your own Mother into an o-hole (you'd be a cold-hearted monster), you'd still exist, you'd just never have had a Mother. Still confused? Here's another example... 2 + 2 = 4  We can all agree on that, right? Now if you threw the second 2 in that equation into 'true' oblivion, you'd get this... 2 + _ = 2   The second 2 never existed and so the sum is correctly changed. But if you were to throw that second 2 into an o-hole, you'd get this... 2 + _ = 4   See? That 2 is merely scrubbed from the surface of existence and everything else is left alone, even though it doesn't add up. Just like Minmax's pants. If the o-holes were true oblivion, then the psionic Minmax, who's only goal is to completely erase himself from existence, would just jump into one instead of continuing to work on erasing the entire Maze of Many. So there you have it. It's just a fictional set of varying degrees of non-existence. As always, thanks for reading. ~Thunt
Posted February 12, 2013 at 1:23 am
I'm drawing live for a few hours or so. Come on in and say hi. Or just sit and stare. LINK! As always, thanks for reading. ~Thunt
Posted February 10, 2013 at 5:27 am
Until the main Goblins forum is returned to working order, a couple Goblinites have been nice enough to create a temporary forum for us. You can either get to it through the menu above or by clicking here. I know, I know... it's not the home we Goblinites are used to, but we'll get that back soon. Thanks for your patience and of course... As always, thanks for reading. PS~ Following me on Twitter is a great way to be kept up to date on what's going on with the site. ~Thunt
Posted February 2, 2013 at 2:51 am
Right now, Goblins (and in fact, all Blind Ferret comics) are in a state of repair, due to a technical hiccup. Things are almost back to normal but right now, all the recent Goblins pages are missing from the site. They'll return very soon though. The forum is still down too, but it'll be back soon as well. Thanks so much for your patience, everyone! To be kept up to date on this matter (as well as how often I annoy my wife with low brow trolling), follow me on Twitter. As always, thanks for reading. ~Thunt
Posted July 22, 2012 at 3:42 pm
Random thought. Imagine that a strange phenomenon spread across all the world. This phenomenon caused everyone who didn't hug someone at least once a day to mysteriously die. There would be some who would hug others while arguing that it was clearly an act of God. This would be okay. There would be some who would hug others while claiming that it was a result of science and that there was no God. This would also be okay. There would be some who would deny others the right to hug because they disagree with their views. This would not be okay. Keep debating. Keep hugging. ~Thunt
Posted July 18, 2012 at 3:45 pm
The sign-up for Planetside 2 Beta is now open. If you haven't already, check out the trailer for this game. -Massively multiplayer first person shooter? Check. -Combat between thousands of troops? Check. -Air vehicles, ground vehicles and squishy er... I mean heroic squads of troops? Check. I advise you all to sign up for the beta and destroy your enemies. Or if you're like me, die many, many times with a can of Mountain Dew in your hand. As always, thanks for reading. ~Thunt
Posted July 13, 2012 at 9:24 pm
We humans used to dream that this world was ours. Some of us even believed it once, but not anymore. It was never our world. It belonged to the demons. The huge, terrifying monsters that hunted us for food. And not just humans, either. They'd hunted dogs, deer... I'd even seen them attack a bear without a hint of hesitation. They feared nothing. I was hiking through the mountainous woods outside my town. It was a three day journey and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't terrified of running into them. As I walked toward the outskirts of town, the others watched me with stunned silence. They knew that I would encounter them. Some people called me crazy. Most just thought it silently. I knew that I wasn't crazy, though. A crazy person wouldn't be as scared as I was.   There were different names for the monsters, but I preferred "screaming demons". For it was their scream that terrified me the most. The scream had an... other worldly ability. It could sound distant, as if the unnatural beast was far away, yet be right behind you. The creature could be right in front of you and scream with all of its might and you'd barely hear it, as if it were safely over the distant horizon. It was a ghostly effect that proved the creature's ability to transcend physics. Earlier, as I was leaving my town, a strange, old lady stopped me. She offered to sell me a special potion that she claimed could be used against the demons. I laughed at her, for I'd heard such superstitious nonsense from some of the townsfolk before. People often peddled potions or special candles that they claimed would keep the monsters away, as though by some magical enchantment, but it was all lies. Lies designed to take advantage of everyone's fear of the demons. As I sat by my campfire, watching the sun begin to set, my fear grew and I found myself regretting my choice to laugh at the old lady instead of buying her bottle of potion. Then, I heard it. Amongst the crackling of my fire and the faint wind dancing lightly through the trees around me, I heard it. The scream. It sounded so faint, like a high pitched, distant child, screaming in anger. I knew the truth though. I knew one of the beasts was here. I whipped around to look behind me, but saw nothing. For a moment, I thought that maybe I was alone and my mind was playing tricks, but then I heard it again. The falsely distant whine of the demon's scream. This time, I felt it touch my ear. In a near panic, I spun around again and caught a look at it. It was huge and it was hungry. It screamed some more and with a haunting, terrifying, distant whine, it disappeared. Had it turned invisible? Had it vanished by means of some dark magic? Was it gone? No, it was still with me. As if toying with me, it whined its faint scream in my ear from behind me, touching the back of my exposed neck. Attempting to protect myself, I grabbed my own neck, turned and looked for my attacker. However, it continued its unnatural ability to avoid being seen by me. How did it manage such an ability? Then it struck. With a mouth like a sword designed to stab through my flesh, it bit my arm. "Dammit" I yelled as I slapped the hungry beast, squashing it into a disqusting, greyish, brown paste. "Damn mosquitoes" I muttered as I sat back down, next to my fire. I was safe for now, but I knew there'd be more. As always, thanks for reading. PS~ Goblins is nominated in The Dragon Slayer Awards! Please pop in a vote for us! ~Thunt