beaver fever.

dear secret universal plan,
how many beaver skulls are too many?
hahhaha.
just kiddin'around,
thanks again,
love,
xoxoxox,
albie.

no foolin',
i got another 'nother one.
and i am excited.
it's bigger, but also much less grimy,
so they're kinda tied for awesomeness.
i really love animal skulls.
it's not very vegan of me,
but i'll try and muscle on through,
because skulls are dope.
word up.
it's not like i have a giant mounted moose head hanging above the mantle,
....yet.
that's a meerschaum pipe, in it's case behind those bone domes.
sherlock holmes, an' all that age of enlightenment &/or victorian hottness like a mofo.
pipes are laying around all over the place up here.
no wonder they're so prominent in the spirits and memories of the woodsly goodness.....

i love these little guys.
i didn't make 'em.
but still.....
(that's a churchwarden hobbit pipe back behind 'em)
folk artsy hot freshness is what's poppin' these days.
and i am immersing myself in heaps of it.
unfortunately,
all my drawings still look like bubble head cartoons.
ah well,
at least my block printing skills are rising estimably:

too many lines!
that's what the problem has been!
this one really surpasses the last one, i think.
i like it.

i gotta do some serious tatblastin' today.
should be a time, and a half, even.
after that,
i may finally get around to watching 'the princess bride' for the twentyhundreth time.
coincidentally,
i've spoken to at least three of my peoples who ALL quote that movie with skills.
if the sky wasn't always vanilla flavored in the woodsly goodness,
i'd say it was inconceivable.
y'know?
anybody want a peanut?
never quiet, never soft......