I started this in April, I haven't done anything since then.  I have to post some damn thing! Grinding exceedingly small today.

In theory things will probably get better, yet- The glass is falling, hour by hour, The glass will fall forever. But if you break the bloody glass You won't hold up the weather.* The glass has fallen all my life, I know it falls forever But if you cannot rake it in, it's useless being clever. Born with razor claws, or a wicked tusk? You're still outgunned by Elon Musk!   *Poem quote from Bagpipe Music , Louis MacNeice.  1938.

 Just wonderful.

31 December 192.  The Emporer Commodus is strangled in his bath by his 'wrestling partner' Narcissus, as seen in BunnyVision©. Take this, Sir, may it serve you well.   One of my first good rabbit drawings, and a favorite.  2013.

Singing The Salt Air Dead Fish Living Grave Retirement Home Blues Well, I'm going back to Austin, I got no friends down here. I'm going back to Austin, The salt air ruins my beer. If I had my druthers, I never would have gone. So I'm going home to Austin and I'm gonna tie one on! Now living here beside the bay is pretty awful strange. These rich folk make me feel real poor, in the streets the deer do range. Half the view is water, the other half is sand What radio stations I can get are best described as 'bland'. Everyone in Austin carries a guitar. From the bearded bum in traffic, to the guy behind the bar. Everyone in Austin can always find good weed, Why, the kids outside of any school will get you all you need. So I'm headed back to Austin, I most devoutly wish. Here the guys just stare at me 'cause I don't like to fish. Oh dear old Travis County, I never thought I'd say, That Colorado River would look so good today. Yep, ...

Whatever I had hooked it was big, I thought.  I pulled back not too hard on the line, I was using a light rig as I didn't expect to catch anything large, heck, I didn't expect to catch anything.  So when my rod bent and didn't move, of course I thought I had snagged one of the wharf pilings.  I slowly pulled on it so that I didn't break the line, and to my surprise I found I could reel in the line some.  A fish that heavy should be fighting, lord knows what I had hooked.  I dropped the rod and started pulling the line slowly, and soon it was smoothly coming my way.  Then I saw what I had hooked and was as sick as I have ever been.  The body of a fully clothed woman was bobbing in the shallow waves, my hook had caught in her dress.  I know nothing of pathology, but she had been in the water for some time.  The crabs had been at her eyes and I looked no more but called the cops, thank goodness I had phone service.  I left my rod leaning ag...

  Raw, #1.  July, 1980.  Art Spiegelman and Françoise Mouly. https://www.rsikoryak.com/ And for all you kiddies out there who have never heard of Bazooka Joe:   https://www.lambiek.net/artists/m/morse_wesley.htm