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Grickle Comic: The Hidden People

I have this post category that I call “It’s Safe To Tell You Now I Ordered Mine”, and here is the latest entry. Graham Annable, the man behind Grickle, has a new “limited edition” comic available on his site via BigCartel. While you’re ordering one, don’t forget that another ten clams will get you the fabulous signed Nosferatu riding a shark print. Also available are prints of Principal Skeleton and Space Sadness, among other things.

I, the dark, hereby certify that neither Mr. Annable, nor any of his associates (who will hereafter be referred to in this document as the “hidden people”) have threatened me with any harm, nor have they menaced me by appearing as if from nowhere. I am posting this because, and only because of the possible entertainment value of his products and based on my own interests. No hidden people have visited my cellar or attic, or reminded me that they know where I live. Finally, I would not find gaping silences nor silent little men with red peaked hats unnerving at all if they did visit. Which they haven’t.

Annable Masterpiece Framed

I mentioned recently that I had ordered some art from the Grickle Store (since then Annable has added a new option – Doodle Requests). Anyhow, ten clams, TEN CLAMS! buys you a print of Annable’s awesome Nosferatu on a shark, which comes in a signed black envelope. I ordered mine and have already framed it. I didn’t know what to do with the envelope. I mean, it’s signed and everything, so it seems a shame to just frame the picture and then throw out the envelope. Here was my solution: Cut a matt for it, and put it on the back of the frame.

The envelope

The Envelope

The Envelope Matted

Nosferatu on a Shark - Perfect in a Vignette Matt

The Envelope Lurks Behind

Delicious New Grickle

Fresh Grickle!

Just in time for Darkest Day!

New Grickle!

The return of my favorite character! See here if confused.

The flying monkeys let our technician out for a minute and he snuck away into the light of day. Thanks for your patience during this difficult transition.
I ated Tinkerbell.

Fhtagn Spoken Here.

... the attic, a vast raftered length lighted only by small blinking windows in the gable ends, and filled with a massed wreckage of chests, chairs, and spinning-wheels which infinite years of deposit had shrouded and festooned into monstrous and hellish shapes.
The Shunned House
H.P. Lovecraft




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