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Once again, JamesB000 has drawn my rabbit Billy far better than I can.  It is such an honor to have this awesome artist take my creation and run with it.  This is really his own, Billy has never looked this good.  I am overwhelmed by his skill and ability, and what can I say but thanks, James, another great creation!   https://www.deviantart.com/jamesb000  

  John Constantine confronts Scythikahn, Him of the Poisons.  The demon is planning on replacing his life force in that flask with the child he has snatched from above, ensuring the boy will bear all harm and illness that could befall the bottle's owner, but the container has one weakness - it cannot come into contact with a revered object.  It seems John, after some effort, has nabbed the thing from it's hiding place, and this demon is in serious trouble.    How will this stand-off end?  Neither of these two can be trusted, and it's complicated by the boy being John himself, an event he doesn't remember.  But all is well, when the bottle is brought to touch the cross this event will reset and not be remembered by anyone, in fact, it will never have happened.   John Constantine property of DC Comics.  Scythicon was a poison made from the decayed fluids of vipers and their dried venom. The dead snake was hung head down o...

Right ! you lot, Attention! now some of you will not last more than 2 weeks on the frontline but pick up those old kit bags and keep a stiff upper lip. Even General McCully, after he got his head blown off?, when they recovered his head? his lip was as stiff as a board! so keep those lips stiff ! ! Now, I'm going to smarten you all up and sweeten you up to fight ! for king and country ! I'm here to turn you all into the perfect killing machines before sending you off to fight on the frontlines in the trenches - You'll mainly be hanging around in those hell pits for 3 years, waterlogged, rat infested and you will keep your uniforms on at all times ! for the king ! even if you're covered in lice and even if you see photo's of Our glorious King George V Dressed up in the enemies uniform like the Kaiser? and they maybe related? but dismiss all that ! you do your duty for Saxe Coburg Gotha !..i mean Windsor, Windsor! until the whistles blows? and ...

 A neighbor who we love dearly is moving.  She gave me these adorable Romantic era rabbits.  She and her husband made excellent ceramics and these are some of them.  I have not broken your heart— you ¬ have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you—oh, God! would  you  like to live with your soul in the grave?’ Emily Brontë, Whuthering Heights.  1847.

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  After a while, he could no longer see the birds and he began to be frightened again.      I am not my five senses, he thought.      I am not this thought.      Though I walk through the valley of the shadow... belay that.      In the end, there was only the tracks.  That's enough, he said, to himself, I can dig tracks.  Out of spite, out of pride, he counted the crossties aloud.  He counted hundreds and hundreds of them.  When he had to stop, he leaned his head on his rifle and held to the blazing rail with his strong right hand. Robert Stone, Dog Soldiers     (This is Ray Hicks, about to die.  He has just been in a firefight against 4 evil men, and two of them are dead.  He has been hit under the arm with an air marshal round and is in very bad shape.  Ray was nibbling peyote before the fight and is now on heroin as well to kill the pain. The red cir...

 Billy is rasping down a flawless maple plank in order to make a rudis, the wooden sword signifying a retired gladiator, for a very good friend who is retired from the U. S. Army and the Tarrant County Sheriff's Department, SWAT team.  Here he takes time to play with the new cat, Felicette, a wild kitty he brought home with him from the bird hospital he worked at.  She is very shy but very sweet. It will have the name and rank etched onto the blade.

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I have had this posted for some time. Now an acquaintance has done an animation of this, he insisted that I credit the program, Quickdraw. Watch this stunning short cartoon of my version of Gully Foyle hitting the distress signals on board the shattered spaceship Nomad- https://file.aiquickdraw.com/p/f813894f-2626-4602-b8e3-f38787c87330.mp4   I am grateful to https://www.deviantart.com/mate0-art for this delightful and  unexpected gift, he is the one who originally colored my pencil drawing of the cruelly abandoned sailor on board the war destroyed ship. The Stars My Destination, Alfred Bester. 1956. https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2025/03/the-stars-my-destination.html

 c. 1987.   Original drawing. I must have copied this pitcher from some old painting, I've never seen such spectacular glass work in my life. I sure didn't come up with this on my own.

Another cocktail napkin drawing by Steve Davis. https://www.instagram.com/sdavis.howdy/  

This is a Burmese Brown Python, a destructive and deadly snake. Florida is overrun with these, they're known to kill and eat alligators once they reach the required size. They have either no or very few natural enemies here, and they are a curse on the Everglades. Their presence has led to severe declines in native mammal populations, including raccoons, opossums, bobcats, and rabbits, as well as being hell on the bird population. This is the second one I've seen in Texas. My sister took this picture, her house is adjacent to one of our swamps. I got there too late with my snake wrangling equipment to catch the li'l darling, and the wildlife people are only interested in dangerous animals if they can get headlines out of them. Those overpaid clowns are as useful as a chocolate teapot. When I eventually catch this guy I'm going to take it to their office and throw it across the counter. Who doesn't do snakes now, be-yotches ? This happy rascal appears to b...

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   From Vertigo: Papa Midnite Vol.1, #1.  2005.  Tony Akins, Pencils.  

Lucius Sergius Catalina cuts his way deep into legion lines, early January 62 BCE. https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2017/04/cataline.html

Whether slave or general, Flamma is a merciless opponent.  The wolves follow a winner, and just because he is a rabbit can be overlooked, not to mention that he has killed or maimed all challengers.  The barbarian head on a pike is that of a person with insufficient manners.  Flamma is brutal even by New Rome standards.  I fear that the policy of encouraging loyalty to the legion and not the state may come back to haunt the Emperor. This is a very ambitious rabbit!  

The last words of Emperor Constantine XI Palaiologos before he charged at the Ottomans were "The city is fallen and I am still alive"! His body was never recovered as he tore off all marks of rank before plunging into the fight.  There were no known (surviving) eyewitnesses to his death.

 July 4th, 1187.  In an unbelievable display of Crusader stupidity, Guy of Lusignan leads out the bulk of the army and is destroyed at the battle of Hattin.  Captured, he and Raynald of Châtillon, prince of Antioch, are taken before the Sultan Salah ad-Din.  The victorious Sultan gave a goblet of water to Guy, who passed it to Raynald.  Saladin dashed this from his hand and beheaded him. Raynald was a mass murderer who had broken an existing truce to prey on caravans of pilgrims.  Frankly, he got off light.  ( Frankly !  Ha ha ha ha ha). The Crusades are over. https://youtu.be/KbTGWuRGKxw Brendan Gleeson as Raynald, Kingdom of Heaven.  2005.

Early this morning I heard such a clatter, I ran downstairs to see what's the matter. And, of course, there was my trouble cat Mingo on top of the stove.  I had left last night's chicken in a pan when I staggered off to bed.  Mingo is always ready for the main chance.  He looks like a cannon ball with a cat skin sewed tightly over it.  He was delighted to see me and rubbed his huge cheeks against my hand.  Just for the form of it I fussed at him but that just makes him purr louder.  The clock thing I did not bother to render very well, it's a malevolent Cheshire Cat clock. Behold.   https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2022/05/beltaine.html  

 The bun stood on the burning ship Whilst flames raced to the powder. Then at last a mighty blast, Blew him all to chowder. I worked on this for two weeks until it made me sick to look at it.   I was trying to illustrate Casabianca, but as can be seen this isn't a boy, the poem sucks anyway, and I got tired of dealing with it.  Anyone looking for talent and self discipline isn't gonna find it on this site. HE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle’s wreck Shone round him o’er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form. The flames ...

It had been raining, and the water soon turned to ice.  I was a long way from my destination, and the trees and moonless night kept me from seeing anything in the way of a guidepost.  As I reached a crossroads, there on a hill above the forest I spied what looked like firelight through a window.  Maybe someone will give shelter to a hapless traveler, I thought, and made my way up an old stone pathway that apparently led to the building above.  It did, and when I stepped out of the trees I saw the place was a crumbling ruin of an old manor, but there was a fire seen through the one ground floor window that was intact.  I walked up some steps to a door and lifted the heavy, skull shaped knocker and hit the door with it three times.  Nothing.  I tried again, pulling my old coat around my shoulders and adjusting my tail to keep some of the rain off it.  Still no answer.  Well, shoot.  I pushed against the door in a gesture of f...

Illustration by Fred Gwynne. Yes, that Fred Gwynne.