Beau and I were out on the bay, not fishing but just enjoying the afternoon.  I had never used this type of boat before, and it had a good outboard motor.  I was delighted to be on the water with this most excellent of cats, I was very happy to see him again.  I was petting him and rubbing his head when he put a paw on my leg and said, 'I'm cold'.  That's when I woke up and remembered my darling kitty was gone and I had been dreaming.  But I sure enjoyed seeing him again, I miss him terribly.  

 Me and my grandmother, Jewell Bogan Davis.  July 19th, 1980.

Putting Mingo to sleep when he got sick was not a hard choice to make.  It is hard living with that choice.  I loved him very much and I will always miss him, as I miss all my loved ones.  It is lovely outside, I am facing Little Bay as I write, and it is all over sailboats and watercraft.  The seasons used to last forever.  All possibilities were endless.  The day would last, well, all day.  But I was never happy.  I take refuge in my drawings of talking animals, and even I realize that I am not up to the mark.I read a lot but nothing like I used to.  Adventure is no fun if you are aware that you could never join in on it.  Without dreams life is dull and arid.Yet I walk outside and it is so nice to have such weather.     See you at the bridge, Mingo.  First posted April 1, 2018.

  Jack is an uberbizarre webcomic by David Hopkins. It is one of the most reviled on the net.  I think it is worth looking at. https://jackrabbit.thecomicseries.com/comics/715/ #content -start Jack, a rabbit, is the embodiment of wrath as well as the grim reaper. To say the least this is a very strange story. This is the best of it, he should have done more like this. The mainspring of the comic is Heaven, Hell, Judgement and extreme violence. Rape and torture are common. I think Mr. Hopkins could have done much better, judging from the above link. Oh, well, he gets noticed in spite of the wildly uneven artwork and writing. In other words, many say that Dave can't draw comics, but no one can say he didn't. This is one weird comic.

  Billy D. Bunny as Hellboy.  That's his dad, Azzael, to your left.  Mike Mignola is such an awesome artist and writer that I gotta nerve drawing this, but I do have a nerve.  Hellboy's mom is a witch who repented as she lay dying, she was then put into a chained up coffin and something happens about that later on.  Just to show that I play fair here is Mr. Mignola's picture of father and son having some quality time together, allowing the alert viewer to discern the slight differences in my fanart from his wildly successful comic as to technique and ability, therein. Hellboy and Azzael, Mike Mignola, and pretty fucking good at that. https://hellboy.fandom.com/wiki/Azzael Several artists have illustrated Hellboy but the two that I like best after Mike Mignola are Richard Corben and P. Craig Russell, both of whom greatly contributed to my eventual adult instability, irresponsible outlook, and permanent escape into a world of fan...

Three Roman soldiers are in a drinking-place at eleven o’clock at night. There are barrels around the wall. Behind the wooden counter is a Hebrew wine-seller. The three Roman soldiers are a little cockeyed. *************** 1st Roman Soldier You tried the red? 2nd Soldier No, I ain’t tried it. 1st Soldier You better try it. 2nd Soldier All right, George, we’ll have a round of the red. Hebrew Wine-seller Here you are, gentlemen. You’ll like that. He sets down an earthenware pitcher that he has filled from one of the casks. That’s a nice little wine. 1st Soldier Have a drink of it yourself. He turns to the third Roman soldier who is leaning on a barrel. What’s the matter with you? 3rd Roman Soldier I got a gut-ache. 2nd Soldier You’ve been drinking water. 1st Soldier Try some of the red. 3rd Soldier I can’t drink the damn stuff. It makes my gut sour. 1st Soldier You been out here too long. 3rd Soldier Hell, don’t I know it? 1st Soldier Say, George, can’t you give this gent...