Mister Scribbles

I just watched Zootopia on pay-per-view, and what a stunning animation tour de force it is.  CGI just keeps getting better and better, and it was excellent twenty years ago.  Obviously I am partial to anthro animals, but this was good.  Preachy, however.  Politically left wing.  There is a reason to distrust predators, and that has never been more apparent than now.  One could argue, as I will, that this dovetails with the current liberal line that Muslims can be trusted not to harbor terrorists among them.  That to fear people because of their culture and background is foolish.  Yet at the same time the American left is hammering on white privilege and the "culture of rape", how homophobia is endemic among conservatives, how if a person disagrees with them or raises well thought out concern for not defending our borders that this person is then a stupid bigot.  Zootopia is so over the top with this ham-handed concern for toleranc...

Mars and Venus, Botticelli.  The reclining god was modeled from Giuliano de Medici, brother of Lorenzo the Magnificent.   Sunday, April 26, 1478, the brothers were attending high mass at the Duomo in Florence when they were attacked by assassins.  Lorenzo escaped but his brother was murdered.  In the church.  During high mass.  Two of the would be killers were priests.  The Pope had backed this play.  The assassins were lynched almost immediately, and there were some 80 executions, including the archbishop of Pisa. Agnolo Ambrogini, Polizano as he is known, got the sword wielding Lorenzo in the sacristy thus saving his life, in all probability.  Polizano was gay, but high enough in status the the Office of the Night left him alone.  He was later poisoned by Piero d'Medici, an incompetent who was run out of town.  The two attackers going after Lorenzo were both priests, one managed to slash his neck with a dagger bu...

My very beloved aunt Mary Propes died today.  I do not have pictures assembled yet, and I hesitate to post about her on this godless and hedonistic site.  I have known her all my life, of course.  She was a person of extreme intelligence and the very highest character.  She had three wonderful children and many grandkids.  She was a pillar of church and community, and Texas is the less for her passing.  This is the last of my aunts and uncles to go.   I think it is fair to say that I have been surprised by time.  Look on my works. ye mighty.  And despair. So wide, I can't go 'round it, So low, I can't go under it. So high, I can't go over it- Oh, rock my soul!

1982.  I don't remember this bit of anthro but I do remember my cat, Gulliver Foyle.  Gully was black but he would have been the model for this.  The early eighties were the best years of my life.  I was happy. This is my take on the Henry Wallis master work, The Death of Thomas Chatterton.  This is from my one drawing class at a Dallas Junior College in 1982.  My original drawing has more subtlety with the shading and tones, but this is a camera phone pic.  This is about 2' by 18".   Tate Gallery version.  Completed in 1856.  The model was the young George Meredith.  This whole story and painting is a hotbed of pre-Raphaelite high jinks. George Meredith, the youngest picture of him I can find.  Famous now for a poem about adultery, Modern Love.  However, he really shines as a dead poet! And, speaking of one shot wonder poets as young men, this is a...

The rabbit in the picture is Beige, a character from the "Moving In" series by Runnt, illustrated by Diman. He was first drawn by Meesh.  Beige is a handyman, name of Ralph, who is also a drag queen who performs at the Bunny Hop.  The mouse is Lyle, a newcomer to the apartment complex they all live in.  Beige, on the right, is a good looking bunny, and no one knows it better than him. He is also over the top gay, and arrogant to boot.   And the only other pic I could find.  Believe me, he looks far more masculine in his stage attire. Rabbit Valley Comics.   See what I mean?  This is entitled "Getting the Shot", and is an example of the very skilled artist Meesh.  I cannot find his version of Ralph the rabbit, AKA Beige.  This is off the Weasyl site.  Diman is a fine artist, certainly above my pay grade, but his more polished work changed the character of Ralph.  In...

This is from my one drawing class, Brookhaven Jr. College, 1982.  I was fresh out of the Corps and working for a stained glass artist of world renown when I decided to try and improve my skills, such as they were.  This was drawn on the cheapest newsprint and sprayed with preservative, further fucking up the brittle paper.  This is about two foot by 18 inches.  The poem is The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Swinburne, a real laugh riot.   I find this to be somewhat moody, but I still like it.   The drawing, I mean. We are not sure of sorrow. And joy was never sure. Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure. And Love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure.  From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving, Whatever gods there be That no life lives forever; Th...

And on the Texas coast, out of doors means fishing, or in this case, hauling in blue crabs.  No rain today, which is great as we all have been hammered these last few weeks.  I am very distressed by the direction this country is going in.  We have a national push to legitimize sexual perversion, no foreign policy, no protection on our borders, a creep and a fool in charge, a population of drones and useless, self righteous cowards who despise the country they live in even as it provides them the safety to state their treasonous opinions in, and we are printing money with nothing to back it. There is a reason many of us think that Donald Trump is an outstanding candidate.  This makes me stupid and hateful?  Ha Ha! The boiled crabs were delicious. 

I have just watched 5 back to back episodes of "Justified", and am currently more than a little moody.  I have been in this seaside village for a year, almost, and feel life slipping away like a man climbing the rapidly pouring sand in an hourglass, some 55 minutes gone. Time, while real enough, is experienced in an illusory manner.  Even as I type this my every action is in the past.  There is no "now", all perception is necessarily experienced after the fact.  When I was a kid an afternoon lasted all day, and evening was a never ending event.  A trip in a car was an interminable bore because I could not realize that it would be over before I knew it.  As we age our experience changes.  When one is young, the only yardstick for a day is the one before it.  But the more days we accumulate, the more we have a standard to measure their passage.  I would imagine a 1000 year old sentient being would see the passage of the years ...

Oh give me land lots of land and the starry skies above, Don't fence me in! Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in. Let me be by myself in the evening breeze, Listening to the murmur of the cottonwood trees, Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in!     (Cole Porter and Robert Fletcher). https://youtu.be/wEOdcR6CJZ4   And -  the above photo was taken by the amazing Sean Crane. After all, this is a rabbit website!

   Bunny Luv Carrots, Grimmway Farms.   This image was so over the top that 30 years ago I would clip out this pic from the package and send it to friends.  Surely they must have-... I mean, just look at ... this had to be deliberate!