Mister Scribbles

Before reading, be advised this is just art and words on a screen...it's not meant to offend..thank you..  Here! .. have a cigarette ! have a pack!....no? awwww what's wrong? did mommy and daddy tell you not too?. did the dr say it's just too bad? i have zero morals so why should you?...boo hoo - now take a drag, suck it up fuzzball...hey you!, yeah you staring at the donuts and worried about the calorie counting? take the dam donut!, take the whole box and eat the lot, have all the Donuts you can eat ! what's wrong?,  no fat shaming here, I’m being sarcastic ......what about you?, yeah the one that's too depressed, nihilistic, socially awkward, i would say go get help but wake up, your brains gone bye bye..keep playing with yourself,you will go blind.. .hey pretty selfie addicted taker, constantly posting on FB!, no matter what angle you take , you can't shine a turd.... look up to me! the Enabler! i want you to fail...hey gambler?, you worried and...

Billy loves guitars.  And if he can get one cheap and revive it he feels that it is a victory over entropy.

   For a long time, Henry Bemis had had an ambition. To read a book. Not just the title or the preface, or a page somewhere in the middle. He wanted to read the whole thing, all the way through from beginning to end. A simple ambition perhaps, but in the cluttered life of Henry Bemis, an impossibility. Henry had no time of his own. There was his wife, Agnes who owned that part of it that his employer, Mr. Carsville, did not buy. Henry was allowed enough to get to and from work—that in itself being quite a concession on Agnes' part. Also, nature had conspired against Henry by handing him with a pair of hopelessly myopic eyes. Poor Henry literally couldn't see his hand in front of his face. For a while, when he was very young, his parents had thought him an idiot. When they realized it was his eyes, they got glasses for him. He was never quite able to catch up. There was never enough time. It looked as though Henry's ambition would never be realized. Then somet...

  Aggression started very far away. War with Raumsog came about twenty years after the great cat scandal which, for a while, threatened to cut the entire planet Earth from the desperately essential santaclara drug. It was a short war and a bitter one. Corrupt, wise, weary old Earth fought with masked weapons, since only hidden weapons could maintain so ancient a sovereignty—sovereignty which had long since lapsed into a titular paramountcy among the communities of mankind. Earth won and the others lost, because the leaders of Earth never put other considerations ahead of survival. And this time, they thought, they were finally and really threatened. The Raumsog war was never known to the general public except for the revival of wild old legends about golden ships. On Earth the lords of the Instrumentality met. The presiding chairman looked about and said, “Well, gentlemen, all of us have been bribed by Raumsog. We have all been paid off individually. I myself received six ounces of...

Pelicans love handouts.  Bunnies love attention. Well, Billy loves attention, something that is probably all too obvious. Billy has a very high opinion of himself.  The more bunny to watch, the happier people will be.  

Ricou Browning, February 16, 1930 – February 27, 2023. Ricou played the monster in the underwater scenes as he was a great swimmer who could hold his breath for 4 minutes.  He worked on many movies as a stunt coordinator and secondary director.  But he also directed Mr. No Legs, which has to be seen to be believed- https://youtu.be/QCCMin1Twec The alert movie fan will have noticed Ron Howard's dad Rance in this, last seen herding sheep through city hall in Chinatown.   Goodbye Ricou, and I hope you don't have to wear that suit in Heaven!  Uh...unless you want to.  Then go for it!

So me and my brother were watching The Big Valley today, Buddy Hackett was trying to convince Lee Majors that he was his dad, but he had run afoul of Bruce Dern and John Milford and trouble was a'brewing!  Then these two buzzards started swooping past our front window, one of their foul brethren was dead on the side of Fulton Beach Road, said bird just out of sight of this picture.  Steve snapped this shot of one of the flying scavengers as he passed the window, the cars were keeping both the creatures from landing and digging in on their former colleague.  The houses in the background are on Key Allegro, an upscale snooty neighborhood that got totally hammered by Hurricane Harvey in 2017.  As a full time bird rescue person it is my job to be concerned about any avian, even buzzards, but I dislike them and regard their cannibalistic impulses as punishment for their past lives as concentration camp guards and telemarketers.  They shit on their feet, ...

 When I worked antiques in Austin many moons ago I got to where I really like what in the trade are called "smalls".  I hated carrying furniture and I still do.  I have found some truly good bargains and now I have to photograph it all and sort it all into collections. How many people buy a 1962 Kay Valmont for 2 dollars and know what it is, especially through the fucked up paintjob and general abuse?  I'm good at this, one of the very few things I can say that about. Oh, and a shout out to the ladies at Starbucks today.  Make my day!

 Take that, Mittens!

  Born Fluffytail Meadowgrass, Flamma has been driven insane by the cruelties of the Empire of the Wolves.  All of the rabbits enslaved before him refused to fight in the arena and died holding hands and chanting their songs of peace and love.   Fuck that , thought Flamma, and used his great speed to become the most feared gladiator ever seen by New Rome.  Anyone with ordinary common sense would kill this bunny but he is packing them in and making a fortune for his owner.  A slave rising to power and threatening the very existence of the Imperium?  Ha ha ha!  But by the time the danger is realized it will be far too late.  Payback, as they say, is a bitch.

  Fuck a bunch of wolves, thought the rabbit as he disemboweled another opponent who just couldn't wait to have his ass handed to him in slices.