.  I bought this for 4 dollars.  It needed some TLC and two missing parts.  I am going to keep it original.  The  I will find the two parts I need in time, there is no rush.  They are both plates and not part of the functionality of the thing.  It is missing the top decal.  Here is one for sale in better condition, I don't have the case, of course.  picclick.com/1964-Kay-Truetone… It is the cheap things that make it 50 years that are hard to find.  Everyone will value a Stradivarius, no one cares about a Western Auto single pick-up beginner's guitar.  True Tone is the house name, Kay made a number of guitars to be sold through stores like unto Sears or Montgomery Wards. "Rock 'n' Roll" Electric Guitar, 44 dollars.

Bored, I drew a default subject.  Bored and boring, the sin of sins.  I ruined the background as I had an idea for this that I fucked up.  I inked the whole thing and here we are.

 The Grasshopper and The Ants One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer, when a starving Grasshopper, his fiddle under his arm, came up and humbly begged for a bite to eat. "What!" cried the Ants in surprise, "haven't you stored anything away for the winter? What in the world were you doing all last summer?" "I didn't have time to store up any food," whined the Grasshopper; "I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone." The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust. "Making music, were you?" they cried. "Very well; now dance!" And they turned their backs on the Grasshopper and went on with their work. There's a time for work and a time for play. Time for work. Tempus Fugit Grasshoppers play and sing in the summer.  They die in the winter.  W

Here two of my fave artists come together.  This is by my friend KosmoKoyote on Deviant Art.  I will quote his description - "A conceptual sketch that I did based on a sculpture that was created by  Jean Baptiste Carpeaux.  The young fox holds a conch shell to his ear to hear the ocean". As it happens I think Carpeaux one of the great treasures of the art world.  He did several versions of this. The first version was of a boy. In this incarnation a girl is holding the conch on top of her head.  Ah, les dames peuvent être très étranges, non? Vive la différence! I really like Kosmo's work and find it refreshing to see someone so aware of great art.  He loves the out of doors to the point of going off and camping in deserts and ghost towns.  I complain endlessly about civilization but that doesn't mean I can live without it.  (just in case any reader feared that there would be no mention of me in this post). KosmoKyote is a wickedly witt

My second favorite baseball name, Burleigh Grimes, pronounced "Burly".  My fave is Urban Shocker, which is not a name but a headline!  In 1920 Grimes was the last of the 17 pitchers designated to be allowed to throw spitballs.  He would go unshaven for days, and I think he inspired Fritz Freleng when he directed Baseball Bugs (1946) : A Gas House Gorilla. "Of course you know, this means war"! Pitcher: Burleigh Grimes (career: 1916-1934) "A heavy drinker, a spitballer long past the 1920 ban, Grimes refused to shave before games and acquired the nickname ‘Ol’ Stubblebeard.’ His grubby visage could only have been worsened by the slippery elm bark he chewed to increase the effectiveness of his saliva. Grimes also had a predilection for throwing directly at batters’ heads. Grimes’ attitude wasn’t helped any by his having perhaps the worst single game of any pitcher ever. While pitching for the Brooklyn Dodgers during the fifth g

Tintin and Captain Haddock Hergé Georges Prosper Remi   5/22/07 - 3/3/83 http://tintinadventures.tripod.com/id11.html Enjoy. Adieu.

Welcome to Mega-Hutch One!

Beau is something else.  He just got sliced open by the vet, and today it was all over dead bugs in here.  Beau lives to kill.  The only reason kitties are so adorable is that we are so much larger than they are, although they are huge to bunnies. Billy is terrified of his cats and bribes them with toys and tuna.  In this picture he is poised to run in a microsecond.

Peter de Sève New Yorker cover. This guy is something else.  And - A newspaper or something got these famous catoonists to draw a character and then re-draw it while blindfolded.  The ones I saw were all worth looking at.  Here Chic Young shows the programming involved in drawing Dagwood for years. http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/137617-10-Famous-Cartoonists-Drawing-Blindfolded

Robert Williams hits it out of the park in this Coochy Cooty tale, The Masterpiece on the Shithouse Wall.  Superb, technically superior, and spot on about the whole art thing.   You heard it here first! A Hero For Our Times  So much shit on the wall out there.

Downtown Rockport, yesterday. https://www.instagram.com/_livingdog/ One of our lizards, doing his lizard thing. My brother sieves the net.  Excellent drawing, rotten theology.  Satan was -" Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms". God ignores Satan and that makes a fallen angel fell.  This picture is from TheNamelessMonster and I met him on FurAffinity.  I got his permission to post this on my blog.  I thought that this was Satan being hurled headlong from the ethereal sky, the artist told me it was his idea of a Russian fairy tail. This is the best furry art I have ever seen.  Cosmic, like!

Tales of Suspense #81, 1966.  Jack Kirby. This is my favorite drawing in any comic ever.  Could I be identifying with the wrong character? Of course not.  The Red Skull is the coolest guy in the comic 'verse.  Even Hitler was worried about him.  I get tired of the bullshit at McDonald's also. Hurray for Hollywood.

Billy had that dream again last night. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/An_Experiment_with_Time

Billy sat by the pool in the 100 degree heat and practiced marksmanship with his old pump Crosman air pistol.  He got loaded on beer and smoke, bunnies are known for their intemperate ways and iron heads.  A bird landed on the target tree and he sang his little heart out.  Billy has never missed anything at less than 20 feet with any make of weapon in his life.  God is seeing whether Billy learned a damn thing about keeping his word. Besides, the rabbit was out of ammo.

Topcat only ran 30 episodes, 61-62.  They were in endless rerun when I was a kid.  I really dug him.  Arnold Stang voiced Topcat, and his sidekick Choo-Choo was played by Marvin Kaplan.  Here the two of them team up to deal with a homicidal crazy man -  youtu.be/u0HtDsEuJgI   Stang is the shorter one.  Topcat ran a gang of streetwise cats keepin' it real in Hoagy's Alley, Manhattan.  I only recently started reading the history of animation, and while I despised Hanna-Barbera because of the low production values, I have found out that because of that we had new cartoons to watch, the economics were no longer there for high grade stuff like MGM's Tom and Jerry, which is where William Hanna and Joseph Barbera decided to strike out for the TV market.  Jay Ward did the same with Rocky and Bullwinkle, somehow the primitive line drawings worked in his favor, beats me why.    (Because of the high quality writing, excellent sense of timing and humor, and gr

George and Lenny recently moved, very suddenly.  The bus driver has set them down farther away than expected, so they will have to sleep out tonight.  Lenny is fascinated by delicate and fragile things, and George will have to shoo the butterfly away so they can eat.  He has to watch the bunny all the time.  And, after supper, he knows he will have to tell Lenny about the rabbits.  Again.

In 1973 I was sick with the flu at Christmas.  My mom gave me this - This is by Les Daniels, aka The Mad Peck.  While he wrote a number of books, this is what I remember him for.  I had probably quit reading comics when I was nine or so.  I learned to like the printed word, and I looked down on comics as childish.  How wrong I was. This book is responsible for my all-consuming delight in reading and trying to draw comic art.  "Comic" means sequential story telling with pictures, not necessarily funny.  Graphic novels are comics, and the great Will Eisner did no one any good by coining that name.  But this introduced me to undergrounds, and that was all it took to spin the young boy's head.  Reading comics was cool!   There are several complete stories in this, one of which is "Big If" by Harvey Kurtzman, disturbing to this day.  I have mentioned it before.  But there is one in here that has been a touchstone to me and my brother, who is just