Dwight Schrute from the office with his favorite things: bears beets battlestar galactica

My band the G-Raffs. I play guitar in it

In the awful humidity that is so often associated with summer sits a woman intently tapping on the chair leg as if a victim of some odd nervous disorder.In the distance she hears fourth of july fire crackers. they seem however to be in another world. Her husband had said he would return over an hour ago. She reaches for her cell phone once again. Like every other attempt, all she receives is a prerecorded message informing her that her husband's phone has been turned off. She curses her own poor lack of foresight in forgetting to bring the charger. Finally, after waiting another half an hour, she can take it no more and strides into the awful smelling forest surrounding the house. However, by the time the lights from the house have faded she regrets her rash action. The dark swamp seems to be an alien planet. The trees are draped with slimy moss and deep in thick mud. The woman by now in the clutches of fear pulls her cell phone from her pocket. The illumination however lasts only for several seconds as the woman's shaking hands drop the phone into the mud causing it to die as it slithers out of sight.


The sounds of the swamp have become increasingly threatening. Then, up ahead from behind a tree comes a soft glow. She breaks into a sprint leaving one of her shoes behind in the mud and falling face first into the glowing clearing. As she looks up, there sits her husband and a strange creature. "Honey it's you...we have to get out of here...there's a..." Her husband responds in a knowing tone, "I know, there is swamp monster here and he happens to be my uncle, and he appears to be extremely annoyed by you." The swamp monster nods as if to prove her husband's point. The wife responds "Wait, your uncle was reported missing years ago." At this point, the husband looks at his hands and sheepishly shares "well honey, there is something about me -- scratch that -- my family that I neglected to tell you. See my family has a genetic condition where one branch of each generation must become a swamp monster...or yeti...or something. We fill humanity's need for mythical creatures. My uncle was the monster of his generation and we are being asked to be the monsters of ours." He cringes as he waits for his wife's response. She replies in complete disbelief, "So you are saying that I need to turn into a swamp monster?" At this point his uncle intones in a grave voice "Being a monster isn't all bad, in fact you get access to magic areas of all major cities and free seats at sporting and artistic events. And you are given a nice home in a secluded swamp somewhere." The woman stands mouth gaping open until replying to her husband "Let me guess. You are going to do this anyway, right?" The husband slowly nods confirmation. In a reply that even surprises herself she says "well, then I guess I will too." With that, the uncle begins the ceremony.



The next day a young couple is reported missing. The case remains open. On the same day many people report seeing three "swamp monsters" moving away from town.

A local man's encounter with the monsters

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The cover of the book I'm currently working on "The New Adventures of Alan Moore." It fallows the adventures of the eccentric comic writer Alan Moore (He is real by the way) as he tries to avoid selling out. Also I will include as many real people (including jason maraz, muse, Grant morrison, Sam Hiti, Will Dinski, Andrew Zimmern, JK Rowling, and various other politicians writers and artists.) I will also include any other bloggers who want to be in the book. If you want to just leave me a comment.

a godzilla skech

I will on vacation this next week so I will not be posting. Will miss you all and will post again this weekend.

A drawing of the shore of the great lakes. Also go wish Maha http://lostmelody-m.blogspot.com/ a happy birthday

The final minutes seemed interminable. I sat at the edge of my seat drumming a hole in my desk with my fingers. I could feel the intense pressure building up in the room. Then with one 3-second sound of the bell the pressure burst. People bolted up from their chairs in a bizarre realization of their sudden freedom. I must admit that for a second I did join in this celebration but then stooped down to grab my things. On the ground sat a cup filled with still-sharp pencils. Then in one of the strangest moments of the day the cup began to talk. "Please I beg of you please don't throw me into a bag and forget about me. Keep learning" he said, voice dripping with evil sarcasm . For a second I considered his offer . "Well, now that you say it like that..." and then I tipped the cup over scattering pencils across the floor. As I walked to the door I muttered back to the pencil cup "not on your life." And I walked out the door into summer.

this is a magpie tale http://magpietales.blogspot.com/. For me this will happen tomorrow (minus the evil pencil cup). Also check out my comic 1890 at this link http://1890comic.blogspot.com/

caracature

some caracatures

Hello fans of JP's comics and stuff. I have begun to post my comic 1890 at this link http://1890comic.blogspot.com/. If you have any questions ideas feel free to comment on the blog. Also if you enjoy it please spread the word. Thanks. UPDATE the entire thing is up check it out.

some sketches I did while selling my books at Minnesota springcon

A royal guard from Star Wars who in my humble opinion are some of the coolest looking characters of all time.