Mister Scribbles

Last night I put these images up on FurAffinity.  That is Kristen Lindsey, Doctor, on the right, and that is Tiger in both pictures.  As can be seen, she caught Tiger in jawed springtrap before shooting him with a hunting arrow.  Tiger belonged to an elderly neighbor, and enjoyed sitting on the mower while the grass was being cut.  There was no excuse for this appalling crime.  The above pic of Kristen was taken by her mother, in the presence of her father. I was jumped on for violating FA's rules on violence, fair enough.  But one of the comments bothered me no end.   "Feral cats are a danger to the community and destroy the enviroment". Well! No one said a fucking thing about ferals, I had stated that Tiger was someone's very loved pet.  Imagine someone who claims to identify with animals saying something like that in the defense of this heartless murderer.  I am starting to suspect that many on these Anthro sites have no lo...

I went to see this outstanding action flick while I was still in the Marines.  This is a Libyan funded movie that appears to be historically accurate, although General Graziani is certainly treated with prejudice, which he deserves.  Oliver Reed is outstanding as a general gloating over cheap and honor less victories. The actor and the general.  Oliver Reed and Rodolpho Graziani.  The hero of the resistance was Omar Mukthar, a teacher of the Koran who knew the desert inside out.  His hit and run tactics fucked the Italians up.  He was ably played by Anthony Quinn in the movie. (Both of the above from the site U.S. Militaria Forum). The battle scenes are awesome, in fact that is about most of the movie, and the equipment is reproduced very well. I just love early armor.  And, as long as you are fighting people with nothing but rifles, I am sure it usually worked a lot better than what we see...

I am so distracted today that the drawing I had ready to outline repulsed me the more I looked at it.  I have lost my way.  Originally, this was to be a single panel illustrated diary of sorts.  Yet it is clear that my lack of commitment has really damaged my work, such as it is.  As I got better at drawing my bunny, it became more enjoyable to just draw him over and over rather than stretch and try new things.  I was aware of this, am aware of it, yet it is a hard habit to break.  I would post both things I did today, but it is possible that some work could salvage at least one of them.  I have been in a real slump and threw away about twenty sheets of paper I ruined on both sides.  The only reason I keep this up is because it is my one creative outlet.  I am at a dead end without guitar lessons and my belt projects are only vaguely interesting.  I have never enjoyed writing, I hate making stained glass, and pumping iron no longe...

Nope, it's not the name of our newspaper. Behold the worlds largest plastic crab.  There was one made in the fifties, and it got all ratty looking and was being used as a dope stash, so the town tore it down and buried it.  A few years ago this replica was made.  It depicts a male crab with female claws.  The original was painted that way so it was felt that was the way to go.  Out of view to the right is Key Allegro, former Frog Island, home to wealthy people by definition.  The skimmers nest close by. Boosterism On Parade!

One of the wonders of the Gulf is how fun the dolphins are.  They will race alongside your boat, demonstrate the most amazing swimming, and chase each other.  I love seeing them and regard them as the best of omens.  That there are humans that would cause harm to a dolphin or porpoise is beyond understanding.  If you want to hurt others or revel in bloodlust there are always a few wars going on.  After all, the water mammals are our cousins. Pelorous Jack Between 1888 and 1912 a Risso's dolphin would greet every ship sailing through Cook Strait in New Zealand, guiding them through the treacherous passage.  A fool on the S.S. Penguin shot him, he vanished for awhile but returned and continued to guide ships until his death, presumed, in 1912.  He would never guide the Penguin again and she piled up on the rocks. A law was passed protecting him, making him the first sea creature ever to receive such consideration. Dolphins have...

The Flight of the Phoenix This extraordinary movie, filmed around Yuma, Arizona, is about a group of men aboard a C-82, precursor to the C-119 Flying Boxcar, that crashes in a sandstorm and is cannibalized to make a single engine plane.  Several non-flying models were used, but a flying plane was used for the air shots.  The pilot, Paul Mantz, misjudged the handling of the plane and it broke when landing.  He was killed instantly, and the stuntman Bobby Rose seriously injured. The Phoenix P-1.  This thing flew.  Notice the wings are considerable smaller than those of a C-82.  That is a T-6 Texan engine with wings from a Beechcraft. C-82 The movie set, with multi-engine expert Jimmy Stewart in the foreground.   Albert Paul Mantz, super-pilot.  Known to drink and fly.  25,000 cockpit hours. https://youtu.be/n82nN_lqn58 July 8th, 1965.  B...