Zines, SciFi and Supernachmittag

I'm not dead (yet), don't worry. I just haven't really drawn a lot lately (that'd be fit for upload that is) because I spent almost all of my free time working on my first perzine.


I wanted it to be done until July, to have my mind free for the 24 Hour Zine Thing (which I highly recommend you participate in, too!). And YEAH! Ultimate Pwnage! It's basically done. I just need to scan everything and go to the copyshop for printing and cutting and stapling. It mainly consists of lots of silly illustrations (because it's me), cut+paste stuff (because it's a zine) and many, many pages of writing about my personal life and thoughts (which is why it's called a perzine). Here's an exclusive tiny sneak peek of some of the pages for my beloved blog readers:


Other than that, I haven't done much, apart from working very little on my thesis, freaking out about not having done much for my thesis, trying to update my webcomic relatively regularly, screwing up my sleeping-waking rhythm by spending my nights playing Bluff and the Battle Star Galactica board game with friends until after sunrise and wasting whole days staying in my PJs watching far too many BSG episodes at a time while consuming ridiculous amounts of iced coffee and hot chocolate.
In an attempt to be a bit more social (and leave the flat to prevent slowly going mad within these 12m²), I joined my sister and her friend at the Grrrls Night Out event last Saturday. It was a bit pricy, but Supernachmittag, one of the live acts that played, would have been worth the money just on their own (I wish they had played a little longer)! I didn't like the last act so much. They were making noise, and maybe, objectively, it was really cool, really artsy and really underground but it didn't make me want to dance at all, so for me, it was absolutely useless. There were hardly any people left anyway, my sister and her friend had left to have a drink elsewhere with others and I ended up feeling bored and a bit alone (and not being brave or drunk enough to chat up/join random strangers) so I left, too. On my way home I met a totally drunk guy who started talking to me about the football match. I'm usually something between frightened, annoyed and totally pissed off by drunk guys joining me without asking, but this one was kind of funny and the random and absurd conversation with him kept my mind free from brainfuck and depressing emotions (which for no apparent reason seemed to be stalking me that day/night) which I appreciated a lot.

Here's the only video by Supernachmittag I found. I swear, they totally rock (they do even more so live, if you get the chance)! Enjoy:

E*phi makes things

My other (relatively new) passion: Making polymer clay jewelry!
Just in case you find anything you'd like to buy, please contact me and I'll put it on my etsy shop. Also, if you would like anything customized or have any special wishes you feel I could fulfill - I'm always happy to take commissions! ♥

Food with a face: I love it! (No riceballs suffered to make these! Only 100% cheery, 100% vegan free-range creatures bred on my desk.)


I'm a bit obsessed with video games and all things geeky, in case you haven't noticed by now...


Afraid of leaving home without candy? Solution: Cake around your neck or cookies dangling from your ears!


Pendants for a sweet start into icecream season: (FINALLY!)


Kitschy earrings I made for my mom. These are the finickiest fimo things my little stubby fingers have ever battled with:


And some work in progress:

Reason #2 and #3

The next two pages of my new project. ♥

Reason #1

This is the first page of a new project called

100 reasons why I'm worth €13.95,-

I'm going to fill a 100-page journal with drawings of various parts of my body, with the aim to be as realistic as possible (which means, while I may simplify things a bit - ie. not drawing every single hair - I won't "fix" any imperfections).

I've been planning to do such a declaration of love and gratitude to my body for quite some time now. I got the moleskine sketchbook for this almost a month ago and kept hesitating, wondering if I shouldn't do something "better" with it and get a cheaper book for the project. But, wtf, what kind of a declaration of love is this, telling myself I'm not even worth 14 bucks. Hence the title.

Revolution princess-style

Yesterday, I finally finished my chapter on nitroxide theory and applications (noooo, don't fall asleep now, please! I promise I'm not going to publish it here!) and sent it to my supervisor. This means: only one chapter left to write! (and a short introduction and conclusion, but seriously, that'll be a piece of paramagnetic cake in comparison, right?)
Hah, I feel so good, just like I could do anything! Well, everything but sitting down over that tedious EPR chapter, though... *sigh* Much more like slaying some dragons and making a campfire and drawing random shit all day long.


Aaah, well, nothing better than some freshly roasted marshmallows with a drizzle of dragon blood. Wait... where did that prince go?...

More fun with watercolors:

Be a good girl: be nice to mommy, love your cunt, and don't give girl hate a chance!


I've been smart and used normal crappy paper instead of the watercolor-friendly type: Don't do this at home or your apples may turn into evil black holes.


And another edm challenge (#275): my uber-cool tube of toothpaste:

Owl post

Since my lazy bitch of an owl refuses to work before the number on the clock is double-digit, I put on my best dress to bring some colorful mail to the post office myself.



I love this dress. And I wish I had a proper mirror (preferably one of those really trashy old-looking ones). Or a tripod which I've been wanting to get for ages anyway. I think that's what I'm gonna treat myself to as soon as I'll have a few bucks left.

PS: I met my favorite postman downstairs and he almost didn't recognize me, being all accurately dressed and stuff (at least that's what he said).
PPS: I also bought a scratch ticket but, much to my great disbelief and disappointment, I didn't win.

Raven's Journal in print!

I'm excited to announce that I finally managed to make some copies of my fake journal! It's printed in black and white, wrapped in a colored cover (which color you get is a surprise) and stapled.

If you enjoyed Raven's diary and would like to have your very own copy of it (or if you just want to support me and my work), you can get it on my etsy shop.

Since, after her mysterious disappearance, a page was still left blank in Raven's journal, the first one purchasing a copy will get this last original page with a surprise sketch for free!

A little preview:

Where did that day go?

One of the most awkward questions to ask me, especially on the phone, is what I did that day. Even though I always have the impression of being totally busy or even stressed out, when I think about it more closely and try to list everything I did I end up feeling like a boring and/or lazy sucker. I'm already considering that somebody secretly steals my time. Not sure which one is more likely.


Well, what the heck do I do the whole day? For example: Writing about imidazoline nitroxides (awesome shit!) and drawing pugs (ugly little cuties!).
(This list does by no means claim to be exhaustive!)

Queen of random

When I work too much, my brain switches to idle mode for the rest of the day. Which reinforces my tendencies towards randomness in sketches. I guess one can only have so many reasonable thoughts per day. Don't think to much and enjoy:

The internet is a dangerous thing

Or at least it can be. Here is why:


The internet is my best friend and my worst enemy at the same time. On the one hand, it's packed full of incredibly cool stuff and it's definitely a big source of inspiration for me (that is, as soon as I get over the "OMG-I'll-never-be-nearly-as-good" syndrome). On the other hand, I (far too) often completely lose track of time while admiring the wonderful things and thoughts of other people, and I end up wasting several hours and complaining that I never have enough time to materialize all my ideas and pipe dreams. Seriously guys, it's time for more action!