Seven Dwarfs Mural: Work In Progress

My New Home

The new home of World Manliness Headquarters is almost finished. I plan on moving in for good on Saturday. No more living the life of a wretched white man. I will live simply. Like my ancestors did. Living off of whatever Earth Mother decides to give me. My Cracker family can visit me whenever I deem appropriate. Also I need to secure some tobacco and an ample suppy of Guinness and cartridges before the big move.

Seven Dwarfs Mural: Work In Progress

Seven Dwarfs Mural: Work In Progress

Seven Dwarfs Mural: Work In Progress

A dream.
Out of the mist.
A thundering stampede.
HE was leading the charge on
An enormous white buffalo.
He is standing on its back.
Arms outstretched, tears of love flowing.
Charging into a hail of bullets he lets an arrow fly.
Giggling now, he gives me a wink and flips me the flute as he storms past.
It's over.
I am back in my tepee.
Sharing some sacred tobacco with HIM( how did we get here?)
Have I crossed over to the insane? Is HE real? Am I real?
Is he here to kill me?
HE stands and says "You're not getting the flute Billy" then slams the flap shut on the way out.
I hear him drive away.
I open the flap and scream at my house for more Sake. After getting no response I hurl the empty bottle at the chicken, spin around and scream "FUCK YOU" to the sky.

Big Medicine

This spear. No one had seen it before yesterday. Nobody even considered that it was real. The man lived on a remote lake and spoke with loons. Questions of his sanity. The headdress, the flute and the spear. Rumors of a Professor Toru Tanaka like creature running ghost-like thru the morning wilderness fog. Appalachian trail hikers in the woods near Dartmouth heard his primal screams. The chipmunk,Squeaks, that lived in his pocket. No one believed. Until now that is. I started building a tepee about a week ago. Yesterday morning I was startled awake, just before sunrise. It sounded like a gorilla was thrashing around in the dark. I jumped out of bed and ran outside but found nothing. Nothing except The Spear. It was leaning up against the unfinished tepee. As I was standing there, staring at The Spear I heard the mournful cry of a loon off in the distance.

Tepee

Me and 3 female members( Davina, Sophie and Sadie) of the tribe built this today. We need to get a 20ft by 10ft piece of buffalo hide (heavy canvas tarp from Lowes) and then it'll be done.

Tepee update

After spending sometime in the shelter last night, staring into the fire and finishing my second Guinness a vision came to me. I needed to destroy this shelter and build a second one. So that is what I'm doing today. I employed my children to take down the first one, neatly stacking the wood against the fence for later use. I took to the forest to harvest some 12 foot birch poles for the new tepee. The woods behind my house are thick with them, so finding decent trees was easy. After asking each tree permission for use of its trunk for my shelter I cut them down. I also thanked each tree for the sacrifice. So construction is under way.

Sketchbook Snapshot of the Day

Siesta Time

Every day it's the same thing for Leo the Sulcata. He wakes up and crawls out of his burrow and finds the sun. Then he sits there for an hour or so, once he's warmed up he eats until around noon. Then goes back in his house and sleeps for a couple of hours. When the sun is starting to get low he comes out and eats for the rest of the day. At sunset he's back in his burrow. Not a bad life.

P.S. Leo weighs 22 pounds and his shell is 16 inches long

Sketchbook Snapshot of the Day

Close Call

So the Dell guy is sitting at our dinning room table fixing(pretending to) Vicki's laptop. The kids are outside. He is not saying a word. Im on the couch in the other room, staring at him, also not saying a word. First Im thinking he is just some weird computer nerd. He looks a little like Harvey Kietel. I notice his watch is on his right hand and I think, idiot. After about a half hour of his mind games I start to wonder if he is here to kill me and my family, after all Vicki lined all this up over the internet not knowing any of these people. I write a text to Vicki telling her that Ted Bundy is still here. Just as I am about to click send I see him pick up some kind of device. I think he can intercept my text so I just close my phone and dont send the message. I also notice that his watch is now on the other hand. Now I start to wonder what my kids will think if they come in the house and see me sitting on this guys chest, repeatedly plunging the hunting knife ,thats on top of the fridge, into his chest. Still total silence. He keeps looking at me. He is too quiet. I need to get my rifle without alarming him. I hope the girls dont come back in. Where the hell are they anyway. Then out of nowhere he wispers to himself,"Ok your all set". Im to his right,sitting on the couch in the other room. He says this looking straight ahead into the kitchen. I come out to meet him at the table by sneaking around and coming straight at him from the kitchen. He mumbled something like "googly googly motherboard something something". I asked him if he needed me to sign anything and he wispered no(to the floor) then as quick as a cat he was gone. FREAK!

Sweat Lodge

I'm building myself a little "quality alone time" shelter. When it's finished I plan on spending a couple of days in it. No stupid family. Just me. The chicken can visit if she wants, but when the hallucinations kick in I will crush her with a rock.

Last Night's Sunset

Sulcata Country

My Two Dogs: Sushi and Prudence