is it 2021 yet

Here we are in December. It’s been a year, hasn’t it? And by “year” I mean “flaming garbage mountain.”

Mr P and I are still hunkering down at home. We hardly ever leave the house. This continues to suit us just fine, apart from the mentally draining outside chaos, that is. Thankfully, vaccinations have slowly begun… I have no plans to do anything much in the outside world until I’ve gotten my shot (and even then, things won’t be like they were before, far from it), which I’ll get the moment I’m able to do so. April?


Last week, I finished my latest miniature world, All Night. I slowed down a bit when September rolled around, because the horrible Second Wave began in earnest here in Quebec, and it hasn’t yet shown any sign it’s about to ease up. Maybe after the Xmas partial shutdown… Whatever. Herd humans just don’t seem to learn. They simply can’t not clump in noisy, clueless, virulent mounds, a phenomenon that has drastically increased my already great desire to avoid most people most of the time. There are treasured individuals I’ll be happy indeed to see again on occasion, but for the most part, I am now an avowed professional hermit (well, more so).

Basically, I haven’t had much energy. I look forward to having more stamina, and creating a lot more art, when life starts being less “Constant Red Alert.”

This comic strip by artist Alex Norris sums up it perfectly.

I did finish my piece Hot Chocolate in early September, if memory serves right. 11X14.

I love this piece very much. The pleasure I get from creating these worlds is truly immense. I do look forward to the day when I can sell my art at small local markets and artistic events… It’s one of the few reasons I can envision wanting to leave my lair at all.

And here is the piece I just finished, All Night. 8X10.

Those photos were taken with the smart phone, and thus don’t fully capture the colors and details. Hot Chocolate is already available on my Redbubble shop, and All Night soon will.

Here is my dear and lovely longtime friend, Cintronite, wearing a mask and carrying a bag featuring my piece Magical Toadstool:

Yesterday, I took a self-portrait that showcases how my messy shag has been growing back… I rather like it. I love ultra short hair too, but this is even less trouble, especially since I’ve never had fewer fucks about styling it; my flippy hair does what it does. It’s a 70s shag. I’m wearing my beautiful, golden Harvest Moon medallion by Satanme.

In other news, I shared this series of tweets a couple of days ago.

Writing these words about Masterful, a book into which I put so much, felt good. I doubt my work will ever be the sort of thing that’s acknowledged by mainstream fandom websites like Mugglenet etc, I’m too… oh, unusual? for that, but there it is. In any event, fandom as I once knew it has pretty much ceased to exist, and I prefer doing my own thing.

Future publications will focus on my art. I’m thinking collections of my work, with accompanying notes.

At the end of 2021, I’ll have a 2022 calendar and agenda featuring my miniature dream worlds.

Right now, I’m enjoying my 70s Festive Extravaganza. Gazing at my festive tree and the pile of wrapped gifts underneath is a source of unmitigated joy to me. This year’s haul will mark the beginning of my collection of Our Generation dolls. 2021 plans include playing games like Snoopy Monopoly with these dolls, because Artificial Human Companions are most excellent.

These are the two gorgeous Holiday dolls waiting to be unwrapped… My first Our Generation dolls.

They’re so delightful to me. They’ll soon be joined by more.

And if wrapped boxes are fun during the festive season, why not have a few waiting to be unwrapped on Valentine’s, Eggster, my birthday, Halloween?

I immediately felt that this was a splendid idea, and I’ve already selected special items for this purpose.

This year, I also have many amusing books wrapped beneath the tree, and it’ll be wonderful to read them during January and February while the world, well. You know. While the world hopefully starts improving. Anything less obtrusive would be fantastic.

So that’s what’s been going on over here. More art soon. I post on Patreon regularly.


My Name Is, playful atheism, and ukuleles

Kind readers,

it’s a bright, beautiful autumn day here, and everything is tranquil. I’d been in need of tranquility and recuperation.

I’m still having a fantastic amount of fun playing the ukulele, so much so that I got a second one, and I’ve been taking classes. Won’t this uke look great with my Pee-wee suit and red bow tie? I’d really love to be able to busk a little next summer…

I’ve also pretty much finished revamping my writing refuge, and it’s all toys and colors and joy. I still have many, many Professor Snape collectibles, because Professor Snape is ♥, as well as jars and curiosities (especially in my potions cabinet, as I call it), but I’ve diversified, let’s say. My work/rest cocoon has become the ultimate toy room and happy place.

New carpet, even! I love it.

I’ll be taking a crapload of new photos for you soon.

In other news, I got a nice new mug yesterday so I can celebrate the fact that I’m a godless heathen all year round. Because apparently, if you don’t have a snowflake on your festive mug, it’s an all-out war on the One True Religion, goddammit.

As I wrote on Twitter, nothing says love thy neighbour like forcing people to say Merry Christmas, “for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”

I plan to drink from that mug when I’m working on Atheist Tiki Hour: Your Guide to a Secular Blast.

And speaking of godly godliness™, the other day I saw an article that gave me yet another reason to be glad I left the Orthodox circus behind years ago. There’s an All-Pure internet out there now, for all your “we’re on the correct side” needs: “only information that religious leaders decide does not ‘disturb believers’ feelings’ will be accessible”! No gay “propaganda” or any of the nasty stuff that has anything to do with, say, rationality and freedom. Step right up for “correct values,” e.g. “traditional morality” and “nationalism”.

My feelings can be resumed as follows:

And like this:

I discussed why I left the Orthodox Church and Christianity (and woo in general) in There’s a Hula Girl on my Dashboard. I’ll be expanding on this in Atheist Tiki Hour.

It was more like escaping than leaving, really.

I’ve never felt happier, freer, more content, more grateful, more whole, than I do now.

When I go to cafés to work on Tiki Hour, I’ll put my pens and notebooks in this bag, which sums it all up:

And I’ll scribble with this, one of my favorite pens.

You can now find me on Tsu, too. Because Facebook sucks and they will never be my identity overlords.

My name is Logospilgrim. My friends call me Logos. Or “professor” as a term of endearment basically.

Many years ago, that name had religious connotations, but I kept the words and gave them new definitions, secular meanings.

Logos: Greek lógos—a word, saying, speech, discourse, thought, proportion, ratio, reckoning, akin to légein to choose, gather, recount, tell over, speak.

I am one who speaks, who communicates.

Pilgrim: any wayfarer; a traveler, especially on foot. A wanderer, one who journeys.

In many ways, these two words sum up my life. But I also like the way these words look and sound. It’s my name. These days, I don’t even think of it as requiring any kind of deep meaning… I’ve chosen it, I just like it, and that’s it.

Logospilgrim, or Logos Pilgrim, is my chosen name. I don’t have to justify this any more than I have to justify my gender identity or asexuality. Those who respect me respect my name and address me by that name. My chosen name is linked to matters that center around identity, gender, personal history and evolution. It’s not “less real” than or somehow not as “authentic” as my legal name, which to me is about equivalent to a social security number. My so-called legal name is a bureaucratic technicality.

You like your legal name? Great! That’s fine; good for you! I don’t care for mine.

It exasperates me when I’m asked why I use a name I’ve chosen and not my “real” name. Who asks Bono why he calls himself Bono? Or Moby? “Bono? What’s Bono? Why Bono?” As if that sort of choice is reserved for the rich and famous; then it isn’t “suspect,” because only people like that have the privilege of calling themselves what they want. Only people like that can differ from the norm.


My name is Logospilgrim.

And now, how about a bacon and egg pen? Sunny side up!

I hope you’re having a fabulous week, and that your life is filled with as much joy as possible 🙂 I’ll be keeping everyone up on my Tiki Hour progress!

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor