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

I think this is checkmate Dad

Sunday

I'm trapped here.

Leo The Tortoise

don't be afraid little moth

I'm the one they talk about

Mice

So I fire up my 20 year old riding lawnmower,the one I lovingly call "Ole Fuckface" ,the one that usually spends the winter buried in a snowbank. Anyway out shoots a Mommy field mouse and four of her babies. Immediately I shut off the mower and go into full rescue mode. The Mother is nowhere to be seen, I can see three babies moving and one that is sort of motionless. Quick as a cat I grab the dead one and spike it against the wall of the barn, I grab one of the less dead ones intending to do the same when I notice my two eight year old girls standing at the entrance to the barn watching me. They don't see the other baby mouse under my sandal, I'm not sure if that one is alive or dead. I'll check it when I get rid of the girls. "Hey look kids, Daddy found a baby mouse". Their reaction was to look at each other then close the barn door on me and lock me in the dark. I bounced the little guy off the closing door and burst out laughing.

Charles Bronson drawing

Saturday Morning

Im bored already, this is going to be a long day. Vicki's working and the kids are at Nanny's. Taylor sleeps until mid-afternoon. I think I'll start another Charles Bronson drawing. Maybe take the lunatic bulldog for a walk in the woods.

Helen Thomas

Helen Thomas is a National Treasure and I am a Zionist pig