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Rainy and windy weather
Is not for paddling.
Good I got fever.

I'm one of Gary Larson's biggest fans. In fact, it's his syndicated comic strip that made me want to draw. I'm pretty Bad at it, hence the BadlyDrawn s.n. but it doesn't stop me from trying to get better.

Years ago and before I really tried to put pencil to paper, I used the computer to create some comics. Some are on my profile. Terrible, I know, but the ideas were more important than the actual drawings, at least to me.

Larson has retired but the inspiration never died and his influence is still fresh to this day. It probably spills into many of my drawings, but this one especially. It's a bit of a tribute I suppose. Anyway, enough talk.






I've gotten a bit better since then. Just a bit.

For better or worse, Larson helped to shape this semi-conscious sack of protoplasm to where it can hold a sharpened pencil...and put it to paper.

Emporer Tomato ketchup / stereolab
Red hot chili peppers ) californication
Mellow gold / Beck
Down colorful hill / red house painters
Frogstomp / silver chair
Blue lines / massive attack
................} white rabbit / Jeff Airplane
Total: staring at the sun / TV on the radio

Mass hypnosis .. massive ignorance.... massive debt
.... Lesser magic-.... I'm Johnny Utah, and I approved this message, maybe.- J. Biden

The Apocalypse

by Dr. Elizabeth Mitchell

This is the apocalypse
A daffodil has poked its head up
from the dirt and opened
sunny arms to bluer skies
yet I am filled with
dark and anxious dread
as theaters close as travel ends and
grocery stores display their empty rows
where toilet paper liquid bleach
and bags of flour stood in upright ranks.

My stomach twists and fingers shake
as I prepare to work the battleground
the place I’ve always loved and felt at home
is now a field of droplets sprayed across a room
or lurking on a handle or a sink to find their way
inside our trusting hands or mouths or eyes
the ones that touch you when you’re sick
speak soothing words and seek the answer to your pain.

This is the apocalypse
as spring begins again
and brightly colored flowers
deploy in my back yard
the neighbors walk their dogs
and march along the quiet streets
I stretch my purple gloves on steady hands
I tie my yellow gown behind my back
my hair inside a blue bouffant
my mouth and nose and eyes are
still and calm inside their waiting shields.
This is the apocalypse.

I was asked to design a credenza with an Asian theme for a client. He liked it and was ready to place an order... then, changed his mind and decided to consult a decorator who worked for a furniture store. They came up with a floating shelf instead of the credenza.



I've been going through some hard drives used to archive drawings and images created over the years. This was one of my favorites.

I wandered lonely on a bleak high hill,
but not as lonely as a Lakeland cloud.
Nor did I see a single daffodil,
despite my reading Wordsworth out aloud.

This is a picture of a bench within the library in Alexandria, Egypt.

God is kind to me is a hyperbolic idiom to signify that all things are going well. For example: God has been kind to me in my life.

God! Do you have to be virtuous and so pious? Why make me feel ashamed with the concept of sin? What good is life if life on earth is a misery? I become repentant, yet you are not kind to me. Why mock at me with goodness? Why can’t you tolerate my inequities? Why can’t you grace my fortunes? I am not the nails that have crucified you. I am not the hands that have been washed in public proclaiming that you are innocent. I did not betray you with thirty pieces of silver. I have not liked the wife you adorned me with. When you say that: I am the way: truth and the life: it makes no sense. I have searched my within and found an abyss of angst. David committed adultery and yet you forgave him. Since 2013, I have been living with a b* of a wife in a rut. Lord why don’t you feel pity for me? Is there room in your heart for the fruit tender kindness? Have you forsaken me forever to live in my misery? God, I am heartbroken, weary and tired with the ways of men and with you. Solace is an existential worm.

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