The Ryno Pen

Your humble blogonaut has been a trifle unwell.

^{(note for the sensitive: contains food squick)}

A couple of days ago, by quite unrelated chance, I happened upon an old illustration, which I immediately decided to alter, with the working title of “Yarking Up A Crab”¹.

Today, Herself suggested a bit of a treat: some spanakopita type thingies from a local bakery. I had been avoiding bakery food for a few months since my last sausage roll, which was dodgy, and made the lad a trifle unwell.

I had not realised what an effective aversion therapy the Soss Roll had been. I literally closed up! I could feel my entire oesophagus clamp shut, and there was no question of food getting near me until evening.

Twenty bonus Cool Points to anybody who can give me the appropriate “-phobia” word for a fear of bakeries/pie shops, because I think I have it.

Is there a hoodoo on this illustration?

TFF^™0

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¹ You haven’t seen projectile hurling till you’ve seen me with anything containing crab. Maximum 45 seconds in the oesophagus, then it’s “muzzle velocity approaching Mach 1″.