What an otherwise dull day at the beach!  Very fortunately, there is excellent long eared eye candy to make everyone's Sunday complete.  Yes, Billy always thinks of others first.  He does not dress like he does because he is selfish.  Eleemosynary, that's him!  Hope y'all have a great week. 

    So all my clothes are worn out, ripped (and not in a good way) or lost.  At a Goodwill, a thrift I despise, I got a pair of like new jeans that fit me like a second skin, and are more like tights.  And tights work if you got the legs for 'em.  As Lucille Ball observed, the legs are the last to go.    The demon prospect Greg is now facing having to wait for me to die on my own which means he has to wait to select another victim which means he has fucked up and Hell punishes failure.  Severely.  Anything that makes me just a little happier makes me a better bunny, er, person and that makes things a lot worse for Greg.  Greg faces death by bakery oven and, as we all know, Hell hath no furry like a Bunny Sconed!  Oh my. (wipes tears of laughter out of merry green eyes).    The Domesday-like tome I have a foot on symbolizes my rejection of a lifetime of obsessive historical reading, I won't call it research, in favor of enjoying looking good in the time I have left.     The

Cluny the Scourge and Basil Stag Hare.  Redwall, the Graphic Novel.  Art by the amazing Bret Blair. Mr. Bunny marches Peter and Benjamin out of the Garden.  Readers of this site know that I am great admirer of Beatrix Potter, superior writer and unexcelled artist.   Above, the White Rabbit.  Below, the March Hare helps put the Dormouse in a teapot.  Both by the incredible Sir John Tenniel. Kuni, Zombie Bunny Boy. On the left, Rabbit, Winnie the Pooh, as illustrated by E.H. Shepard.  The Disney version on the right.  I like a lot of Disney art but dislike most of the movies because they just have to be musicals.  And Winnie the Pooh is as fucked up a book as they come.  No, that honor belongs to Peter Pan. Billy Scribbles, RWA. Rabbitz with attitude.  You saw the rest, now here's the best!  And yes, I have a nerve.

       Drove to Woodsboro with my sister to photograph a house she had listed.  This is a town 12 miles off the road to Refugio, out in the middle of farmland.  I had no idea at all such a pretty little town was out there.  I thought this would make a good album cover photo if I was a rock musician and if I was a lot better looking.  Well, on does what one can.  We must work with what we have.  Every cloud has a silver lining, and vice versa, of course.       Still, I have never let reality intrude on my delusions.  Gimme the fucking close up!