Me by a huge painting I did.

A drawing of president Obama I did.

This is the photo I used for reference

re reading 1984 by George Orwell. Even better the second time.

Over the past couple of months I've been awarded many awards for my blogging. So today I decided that I want to make a new one: the Snakeman Awesome Blog Award! You can send it to as many or as few people as you want. Here are the first recipients



1. Sam Hiti http://samhiti.blogspot.com/

2. Ryan Jarvis http://jarviscomics.blogspot.com/

3.Jingle http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/

4.Tim baron http://timbaron.blogspot.com/

5. Brian Miller http://www.waystationone.com/

6.Maha http://lostmelody-m.blogspot.com/

7.Floating sheep http://floatingsheep.org/

8. Joe Midthrum http://kaipech.blogspot.com/

9. Lewis Tuck http://lewistuck.blogspot.com/

10. William: http://williamm49.blogspot.com/

In a small town with an unimportant name sits a single man his face covered by a newspaper he pretends to read. Another person walks out of a store across the narrow street.He is walking around to another store when he spots the other man.He disregards traffic and sprints across to the other man who is trying to ignore him. The new man jumps up on to the first mans porch "Henry is that you? how long has it been?" Henry ruffles his newspaper and glumly replies "too long too long" The newcomer launches into a rant about how he has found a new opportunity to make a large sum of money. He then says "If you want to be a part of it come with me now." Henry goes back to his newspaper.

I recently took a writing class where we had to write in another persons style. This is me Hemingway.

My comics mentor Sam hiti has a sci-fi web comic called death day out. These are my sketches. Check it out at http://www.samhiti.com

Several sketches of snakeman every one's favorite human animal hybrid

standing on wet cold rocks

as waves crash below

sending spray up

when a big one appears

out on the lake

you try to run away

too late

you got wet

my recent poetic fixation with the sea and water and such will make an interesting case study for

future psychiatrists. I was awarded last weeks perfect poet award. Thanks to Jingle

Wolverine of the x-men

In the reeds that sit by a river whose name I do not care to remember. The water in the muddy ground sinks into the knees of my pant legs. A pair of night vision goggles causes my head to itch but I know I can't move. The whole area around me seems to do what I do...wait. Suddenly I hear a snap of a twig near to me. I instinctively turn around. And in the green glow inherent to my method of seeing in the dark is what I've searched for. The creature is a massive hairy human shaped object. It is a Sasquatch beginning it's yearly migration. For a split second the creature acknowledges me. It then nods and continues on it's way to it's ancestral homelands.I wish this yeti well.

JP Beaty 2010

HORSE PI a small town horse solving complex big city crimes

I have also been awarded the prestigious golden cup award from Jingle http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/ thanks to all

An almost epic poem I wrote


Morning on the ocean front
Red sun in the horizon deep blue
In the sea a schooner prepares to
Sail across the unforgiving sea

The schooners name is Fermor
Born under a star of misfortune
Cursed from the day of its
Making, the ship prepares to
Sail away away away

A teary woman assures her
Suitor of her love, the captain
Makes the schooner ready to
Sail across the unforgiving sea

When the village clock struck
High noon the villagers waved
The passengers pray as the ship
Begins to sail away away away

The first full week was quiet
The sailors held their breath
As the cursed schooner Femor
Sailed across the unforgiving sea

First there was no wind then
Then there was too much
Sailing like a drunken horse
Through the unforgiving sea

Clouds were brewing in the east
The wind was down to a trickle
As if the world was in a state of Calm before the mighty storm

It was midnight on the Femor
When the sea the sky and the
Heavens unleashed the might
Of the monstrous brutal storm

Thick sheets of rain began to
Fall upon the Femor’s wooden
Deck, the sailors held the masts
To avoid being swallowed by
The unforgiving sea

Waves as tall as buildings Slammed into the hull
Swallowing crates and boxes
Into the sea’s hungry mouth

The boat violently rocked
Under the mighty force of
The unforgiving sea

Under deck the passengers Wailed as they were shoved from Side to side one man wept at the Picture of his love whom he Believed he would never see Again

On the deck above the sailors Struggled to keep the Femor Afloat then from the soot black Clouds above came a mighty Flash.

The fore mast shuddered and Collapsed sending splinters Flying the sailors prayed to god Above that they would not be Dying

Just when the ones aboard the Femor had just run out of hope
The storm began to clear the Battered passengers and crew let out a cheer

The schooner had survived the Hellish night to see the pinkish Morning light as the Femor Sailed away away away across The unforgiving sea

Morning on the ocean front
Red sun in the horizon deep blue in the sea a woman runs to greet her suitor on the lucky ship Femor on the unforgiving sea


JP Beaty

some quick figure drawing I did