Mister Scribbles

     Kicked off FurAffinity Facebook last night.  Oh well, la di da.  I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did.  I did not realize that so many furries are children.  I thought it a more sophisticated perversion.  I don't have access to a scanner today so I can't post a drawing, which would be salt water related.       I have received a communique from AdSense accepting my application for advertising.  I thought I was in violation of every rule they had except I don't, so far, do pornography. Maybe they don't vet these blogs until they accept, or what have you.      I braved the ferocious heat to go check out guitars at the local pawn shop.  It is a place of human flotsam and expensive jetsam.  The guitars were nice but twice, cost wise, what I see in Austin.  We have a lot more musicians going broke, I would guess.  My friend Jason Wasner sent me a synthesizer c...

     My shed, with unfinished carport roof.  With no roof I can see the stars better so it works for me.        Kuato.  He showed up one July 5th skinny and loud.  He used to claw at me if I did not put his food dish down fast enough.  He is now fat and very greedy for the pettings.      This is my shed, with Spiculus gazing lugubriously back at us.  I started this almost a year ago.      Thomas Jonathan Jackson, Jr.  He burst from cover and came at me from my right flank, my first night on the property, August 2006.  I was reading about Chancellorsville.  He had no skin on his back leg.  Fish and milk fixed him up.      Daytime book nook.  With a breeze it is very pleasant.  Without one it is just nice.      My stage and shed.      ...