Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

So, ostensibly, tofunutloaf is new to LJ. She's not really, as she's been reading for ages and does her computing side-by-side with her loving husband bobbo_y_bobbo, a regular reader of my stuff. They're also dear friends of mine and live one block away.

The point is, she and he are both artists, and she's got loads of mad-rad stuff up on her Etsy page.

For example, look upon this one-and-a-half inch tall robot that Tofu made, then marvel at its description.



Designed as a deep-sea tourist guide, Irene has other plans. She wants to be both a model and a physicist, but, being a polymer clay robot, she's really not designed for either task. She likes dry land, cookbooks, and thinking about the expanding universe.

Or observe, if you will, a woodblock print of the stately squid in its native environment.



Perhaps, it being near Christmasland time and all, you're more interested in a card featuring a single-cell Santa:



Maybe you'd just like to send somebody a card telling them that you care, and that monsters fall in love too.



She has more robots, and squids, and cards, and monsters, and she puts up new stuff all the time, and you should go check out her stuff and support yet another starving artist.

Go, my monkeys. You will not regret your purchase. If you do, I will refund any lost time, provided you bring your receipt and a notarized talking bug.

And tell your friends.

Quick note to fairyarmadillo and locura_insomnio: You're already going to get one of her robots in the package that's being prepared. I had her make a special one for you two, what with your being The Robots and all.

Love,

b