Saturday, January 31, 2009


We didn't name this cat but I guess we must admit he's our cat now. Half starved and near death when he came into our lives Bubba was ran over by a car. A next door neighbor took him to the vet and we started to feed him out of pity. He had a foot long bald scar on his back for months.

Now he is a proud fat cat and wears a collar we put around his neck. He loves my grand daughter and she loves him. What a wonderful friend he has become.

Three cat pictures for three comments.

Speedcat gets the last picture of Bubba for his comment.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Charity Gangsters

gRAFFITI MANTIs is penciled in, on this toon tag from my own personal slang dictionary.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Punyverse Parade

The Punyverse was the pocket universe in the Sci Fi Comedy I wrote with my former friend Richard Hirsch. The TV show comedy was made obsolete by the movie Space Truckers and the TV show Futurama.

Star Truck Rubber Duck was a failure that spanned years and thousands of dollars.
It's a failure that ended my friendship and professional relationship with Richard Hirsch.

I think both Richard and I made mistakes that we can't forgive the other for.

I'm recycling all the art I created for Rubber Duck for a graphic novel of a different name and story.

This alien leader of the Punyverse Parade will become a protester in my graphic novel.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

500th Post

I wanted to have 12 pages started by this post but I ran out of time.
These pages were inspired by the blog Beyond Words.

The lady in the last page is Cynthia Loss my only time at love at first sight.

Personal photos sometimes make it into my collages.

The next step is over painting these backgrounds.

The Worst Grandpa Picture

The first Christmas with Denver and Cordelia and I'm the goofy gramps in the worst photo of my life. Don't cry Denver I'm not this ugly, I'm just having a bad face day.


A few days ago I passed out from an asthma attack. Yesterday I broke my rib again twisting in my seat to hand my mother her cane when I was driving her to the doctor.

How do I feel about these two health problems, no big deal.
I'm alive and happy.

Things are changing in my life and I'm moving forward. My mind is stronger and my body is weaker. At my age, as it should be.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Photos of a Grand Daughter and Grandpa

I bought two saxophones from an artist friend and decided to do a photo session with my grand daughter using the musical instruments as props.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Rational January

This year has been good to me so far. No visions, hallucinations or premonitions in January.

The dark visions of last year didn't come true. Glad to be wrong.

Both my sons called after President-Elect Obama became President Obama. Happy that our world had changed. Mark
(My oldest son) called the change the greatest gift of his life.

My youngest son Micheal is the Godfather for two African American children. Their father is also named Mike and the last time I saw Mike he beamed with pride.

A very good January so far.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Bug Bar

This is the start of the first page of the Bug Bar scene of my very silly science fantasy graphic novel.

A Prayer for a New President

"May God protect you and guide you in your journey on the hardest path to walk. Amen."

Monday, January 19, 2009

Toy Designs

I am building a series of imagination exhibits for a future Imagination Center.

One of these exhibits is a collection I'm putting together of Major Matt Mason toys and how these toys inspired me to create my own line of space toys. I'm using 40 year old vintage toys I played with in my youth to play with concepts for my own space toys.

Here are three concepts for MMM toys before I over paint the designs with oil paints.

My grandchildren will star in a short movie with the original designs in five years, with parental permission granted.

I won't be posting original designs until then.

These designs are meant as pure fun and are not meant to infringe on the rights of Mattel.


I believe the United States of America should let any members of the non-Arab Fur, Zaghawa and Masalit ethnic groups from Sudan legally immigrate to this country of my birth. As there is wars enough in this world I believe this is the only solution to the current holocaust.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Comment on Comments

Comments are the engine that drive this blog or any blog. You get to decide what I write.
I am a communal writer and artist. I am not a fine artist. If I get negative feedback from comments, I write about something else.

I sometimes give flags to blogs that change the direction of this blog.
Many of the blogs that have flags I no longer read but it does not change the fact they made a change in me.

Duke and a Younger Me

The first animal I loved was a dog named Duke. This dog belonged to my Grandmother English.
I have only this one picture and one fading memory of this wonderful friend.


This post was inspired by a comment made by Lynda Lehmann in my post The Power of Peace

I fear a World-State (male politics) but I believe it is our only hope for survival.

I believe the current world wide pay for play must end.

Through out human history the power elite have ruled poorly. The rich-billies of the world can no longer feed us lies we'll believe. The system is broken and a new system is needed.

ONE YEAR, ONE TERM; The end of the politician as the puppet of the rich can only happen if we limit the time in office to one term a year.

FIVE YEAR LIMIT: If you serve in politics, you can only run for office between the age of 45 to 50 years old. (I'm 50, too old to run under this system) If you lose an election you can't run again that year.

NO REPEAT TERMS; At the end of your term you must run for another office or retire.

1. Local
2. State
3. National
4. Global
5. Solar

WAR IS OUTLAWED; All atomic weapons are dismantled. Landmines are banned and destroyed. Tanks are dismantled. All the money once spent on war is spent on joint ventures in exploring the oceans and other planets.

MISSION TO MARS; Russia, United States of America and China send a joint mission to Mars to establish colonies on the planet for the United Nations. Its a one way trip with three married couples. As other counties send women and men into space they join the new Mars Colony.

ECOLOGY ARMIES; Whaling is banned and the worlds navies enforce the ban. All endangered wildlife is protected by wildlife armies.

More to come....

Saturday, January 17, 2009


I don't like games. I've out grown the need to play games or watch games.

Is life a game? I don't know but if it is I'm not playing by the rules. Who's rule would I play by?
I can't find a belief system I can believe in. I've created my own belief system that rejects most of the so called reality of other belief systems.

Maybe this is just a game I've created for myself.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Burn Out Blues

I need to finish something, anything!

I need to make money.

I must push forward.

Last year was a wonderful roller coaster ride of love and lost love. My three muses taught me so much. Seeing my grandchildren learn to walk and talk. All my dreams so close to my grasp and yet so far. Lost friends and mind shearing pain. A year of visions and sleepless hallucinations.

The year I lost my fear of death. The year I answered all the big questions in my own search for the truth. The dream burns brighter but do I have the energy to finish?

I must push forward.

80 eng

80 eng is my future speak. The future of English.

40 letters and 40 icons. All the letters are lower case.

More to come?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

The Power of Peace

I don't believe in nations. I don't believe in the wholesale murder called war. I don't believe anyone has the right to rule over others with one system of belief. I believe all land is holy and no one has the right to turn any land into a hell on earth.

I believe in children.

I believe in the future.

I believe in peace.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

My Mother is 80 Years Old Today

Happy Birthday Mother!

She prayed for a son with talent and I her only child was born.

I love her beyond all my dreams and thank God for her kindness and faith in me.

Greenhouse Bully

We stood between the greenhouses staring at each other. He was taller than me by three inches and much stronger. He said he was going to kill me. I turned and walked away.

As I walked away his fist came down by my head missing me by inches.

"BOOM! I knew you were a coward Robert!"

More to come....

Kidney Bully

My kidney on my right side hurts every day.

Clayton Fleeman punched me in the kidney when I wasn't looking. He is a coward but so am I.

When did this happen so many years ago? 13 or 14 years old? I don't remember our ages.
We were playing line soccer and I kicked his leg by mistake and so later in the game he hit me in the kidney when I wasn't looking. He is a coward.

More to come........

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Doctor Bully

My father held me down as I screamed in agony. The doctor pushed the hypodermic needle into my big toe over and over again. He looked at me with an evil smile as he cut the wicker splinter out of my big toe with a single jerk of the scalpel. I cried out in pain.

"Stop that garbage."

"Yes sir."

More to come......

Monday, January 12, 2009

My Ego Is A Lie, I Must Not Believe

I am nothing.

I am everything.

My ego chews on those two realities.

I have no right to judge but too often I do judge.

My words have no meaning but too often I give meaning to words.

I believe I am more than I am and less than I should be because of my ego.

The United States of America isn't Real

My country isn't real but neither is your country. I am part of this universe, nothing more, nothing less. I don't care what you believe in as long as you don't hurt children, women or men. You can take from nature as I do but when you murder the natural world for sport or the taste of destruction, you will get a mountain of pity from me.

By sport I don't mean hunters which fulfill a necessary function in our unnatural world of human extremes. I mean corporations that kill off whole species for a few dollars more.

Free Tibet, sure but free Hawaii while your at it. Hawaii was stolen by the imaginary realm known as the United States of American after I was born. Every empire steals from the people it finds of lesser value. Do I hate America? No, I love the people of my tribe even if I known its all just one big imaginary hug.

A Time For The End Of The Word Of God

How many have killed because of a single word?

How many have killed for a collection of words?

Why must children die for words?

Thursday, January 8, 2009


The phone rings and its for grandpa. As I'm grandpa now I take the phone in hand and talk to my daughter-in-law Amanda.

"Cordelia wants to talk to you."

I'm use to this now. Cordelia misses me and needs to hear my voice. It had been two days since Cordelia had made the connection between the word blocks and those rectangular toys I had bought her for Christmas.

"I love you Cordelia. I miss you. Grandpa will see you soon...."

Amanda comes back on the phone and I hear Cordelia talking in the background.

"Box, box, box!"

"Cordelia got up this morning and dumped all the blocks you gave her out on the floor. She sat in the box the blocks came in and has been there all day. Cordelia keeps talking about grandpa as if she did something really important."

I hear Cordelia talk in the background.

"Love, love, love!"

"Yes grandpa knows you love him."

I say goodbye to Amanda and Cordelia, I love them both so very much.

Cordelia needed to tell her grandfather that she used her imagination. When we played with her blocks, I told her the box was a greater toy and it could be anything she wanted it to be. I never believed she would understand what I was talking about. This was the most magical moment for me as a grandfather when a connection was made two days later.

All her other toys are less magical than her cardboard box and when we play together now I give the box new magical properties.

More to come.....

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Love your Enemy

I refuse to hate anyone. This can be a hard road to travel. So easy to hate and so hard to forgive.

I want peace for all the children of the world. Peace would give a chance for the future to grow.

I feel helpless against the cycle of hate. How can I stop the wholesale murder we humans call war?

I can throw words at the hate that kills children. Maybe someone will listen and hate will fail.

I beg you to stop the cycle of hate that rains murder down on children.

I beg you to find the courage to stop the cycle of hate.

I beg you to love your enemy.

I don't care about what side of the conflict you are on.

I don't care about your reasons for the hate you feel.

I don't care about your politics.

I care about our future in the love we feed the children of the world.

Is it silly for me to think I can save the world one imagination at a time?

I've never been afraid to be a fool. Call me a fool as I try to stop the cycle of hate with a few words. Tell me that I can't stop the wars as only one voice. Tell me I'm only a dreamer.

Please someone tell me that love will win against hate.

Saturday, January 3, 2009


Over and over I read the bedtime story to my grand daughter. It was a story about nap time.

"...and when the nap time is over you can play with your blocks."

Her eyes perked up each time I read this line. On the 21st time I read that line her brain made a connection.

"Blocks! Blocks! Blocks!"

She jumped out of bed still saying her newest word. Cordelia ran to the corner of her room and pulled out her box of blocks I gave her for Christmas. We played with those blocks for over an hour.

I love my grand daughter more than anything. How did I live before she came into my life.

Bad Air Day

I've been fighting to breath all day. My lungs burn as I write this. Walking to one end of the house put me out of breath. Must keep pushing forward, as I don't feel my lungs will get any better in this polluted Missouri air.

Fragments of my Life

I misunderstood my son Micheal or things changed by the time I saw my daughter-in-law.
Amanda is weeks away from surgery but I feel my other projects still need more time.

When I'm not helping with my grand daughter I'll be writing little windows on my life here.
Thanks for all your comments.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Family First

I found out yesterday that my Daughter-in-Law, Amanda is going to have an operation to remove her gal bladder. I am going to help with my grand daughter Cordelia or do anything else that needs to be done.

I don't know when I'll be returning to this blog.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Angel 17-50

I finished my first comic art when I was 17 years old. The above scan is half a page from that comic book. At 50 years old I'm half way through an upgrade of this first drawing of an angel.

Nothing to write about

Today was another day of pushing my self as hard as I could.

I have hundreds of things I want to write about but my novel and other projects are draining all my energy out of me. I push forward by the love of my grandchildren to complete the novel.

The novel is one long love note to my grandchildren and all the children of the world.

I find in my fondest of all my wishes that I want peace for all the children of the world.

If I could write words more powerful than all bombs in the world could I stop wars? A fantasy without any hope but I feel driven to try to fight all the evil in the world with words. Do I know what is evil and what is good?

I must try to do what I know in my heart to be right and not to judge others when their hearts find a different truth than my own. I must love those that hate me and know no enemy in my heart. I must push forward with all the love and courage I can find within.

I sharpen my imagination, my only weapon against those who fill the world with hate.
I will not lie for lying is the soul killer. I will search for the truth and love every living thing.