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Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Medusa's Art #2

Again, Medusa is unavailable to post this, so I am doing it for her. This is a trip-tic, or a painting done on three different canvasses.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Medusa's Art

Medusa has been gone awhile, and she hasn't been able to post anything. She asked me to post this for her, and I have. The picture is of a girl named Christine.

Monday, May 21, 2012

A picture...

...Hastily drawn.

This is perhaps the most ridiculous hat I have ever drawn, but it's for a contest, and I'm pretty proud of it. :)

I'm really not the greatest when it comes to drawing faces, so I apologize for the not-so-great art here.

Sunday, May 20, 2012


Clouds are drifting past
Thoughts and memories never last.
Into the sky
away they fly
Like the clouds disappear fast

Saturday, May 19, 2012

The Purple Cow

This poem has amused me more than once. 

by: Gelett Burgess (1866-1951)
      NEVER saw a Purple Cow,
      I never hope to see one;
      But I can tell you, anyhow,
      I'd rather see than be one.
 Famously, Burgess became somewhat exasperated with the success of his poem, of which he was constantly reminded. A few years later, he penned a riposte that became almost as well known as the original.
It was titled "Confession: and a Portrait Too, Upon a Background that I Rue" and appeared in The Lark, number 24 (April 1, 1897):

Ah, yes, I wrote the "Purple Cow"—
I'm Sorry, now, I wrote it;
But I can tell you Anyhow
I'll Kill you if you Quote it!

Friday, May 18, 2012

the goose who laid the golden eggs.

This was origianlly by Aesop, but Paul Roche made it into a poem.

The Phenomenon
Had been going on
for several weeks.
Yes the goose actually laid golden eggs:
Huge nuggets smooth as wax
and heavy as lead.
The man and his Wife went down on their knees
and thanked Hermes
For having so rewarded their years
 of poverty and piety...
"But we could do with a bigger house,"
Said the Wife. "Of course,"
The man replied..
And after a few more days
and a few more golden eggs,
They both said,
"Why not servants and a carriage?...
Then there's that dowry for our daughters marraige."
 Soon the golden eggs could hardly keep pace
With the couple's galloping desires.
They became rapicious
And gave themselves airs.
"We must have money," was the wife's cry.
"Put pepper in the goose's mash: perhaps
It will then lay two at a time...
I need a new costume.
Then one day the Wife
nudged her man with  terrible gleam in her eye.
"Cut it open," She said, cold:
"It's and enormous Bird,
And full of gold."
"I can't," He said.
So she put in his hands a knife.
"Go on," she said:
"I owe the dressmaker, the hairdresser, the grocer
The chemist, the wine shop, the jeweler...
We simply must have more money-
Or do you want me to borrow?"
"All right," He said, "But it's damnable."
So he laid the goose on the kitchen table,
Stunned it and opened it up.
Then he gave a great booming laugh, dismally unfunny.
"My dear, you'll never guess,"
He said, and his tears of rage frustration and sorrow
Broke in like a flood.
"There's nothing Inside the goose
But ordinary flesh and blood."

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Anatomy # 1

I recently made a pleasant discovery. I have always wondered why stomachs growl. What causes it?
"Control of the stomach is partly the job of the nervous system. Thus, sometimes just thinking about food can cause one's stomach to start generating mixing waves and peristalsis" (: successive waves of involuntary contraction passing along the walls of a hollow muscular structure (as the esophagus or intestine) and forcing the contents onward. [Merriam-Webster.com] )

"If the stomach is empty, however, there is just air in it. The air vibrates in response to the motion of the stomach. Of course, vibrations of air cause sound, and when we hear sound, we say our stomach is growling. "

What is this leading up to, you ask? Only a limerick type poem that I discovered, attributed to President Woodrow Wilson. 

I went to the palace for tea,
The Duchess of Windsor sat next to me. 
Her rumblings abdominal
were truly phenomenal,   
And everyone though it was me!

Monday, May 14, 2012


This is a sign from a book I read recently. I sometimes wish I could do this myself. The book is great. In fact, if you're into steam-punk stuff, read it.THIS is the link to the book. Check it out.

Thursday, May 10, 2012


I have been going running for almost a month. I run a mile and a half every single day. I'm trying to build endurance, but I'm not noticing any change. Half way through my jog, I want to stop. I really want to stop. But I don't. I complete my mile-and-a-half jog for three reasons. Here they are:

#1: I know that I can go way further than my body tells me I can.

#2: Self discipline. I can't give my body everything it wants. I don't want to spoil myself.

#3: This is the most important one to me. I trust God to help me accomplish my goal. If I don't accomplish it, if I tell myself it's too hard, am I trusting God? No. I have faith that He will bring me through.

So when you have a trial, when something is hard, remember these three reasons to continue. Your body will tell you that you can't do it, But you need to discipline yourself. And the Lord will help you through the physical trials that come your way. If you really think about it, Physical trials are the easiest to overcome.

A message from the Lone Wolf.

Friday, May 4, 2012

This was my favorite childhood poem.

The Monkeys and The Crocodile
By Laura E. Richards

Five little monkeys
Swinging from a tree;
Teasing Uncle Crocodile,
Merry as can be.
Swinging high, swinging low,
Swinging left and right:
"Dear Uncle Crocodile,
Come and take a bite!"

Five little monkeys
Swinging in the air;
Heads up, tails up,
Little do they care.
Swinging up, Swinging down,
Swinging far and near:
"Poor Uncle Crocodile,
Aren't you hungry, Dear?"

Four little monkeys
Sitting in the tree;
Heads down, tails down,
Dreary as can be.
Weeping loud, weeping low,
Crying to each other:
"Wicked Uncle Crocodile,
To gobble up our brother!"