even more of this.

lightning-striking vikings!!!

how about a ghostly/goodsly, warrior/woodsly spirit,
berserking with his bearded bad-ass barbarian self,
high-fiving no one in particular with a toothy hand,
rockin' the stone tower of power cufflink and crown,
and the de rigeur bobotronic robo-armor.

is he gettin' busy heralding the heraldry of the hottness?
uh-huh,
so now this is happening, ya'll...
and as usual,
you've got your wrenches, acorns, skulls, moths, bones and obligatory hot fire. 
it's like an iron chef challenge, 
combining the same ingredients over and over 
to make marginally new and delicious dishes.
with hands and teeth and sh!t.
red spirit mites are spriting around that banana creme background to complete the scene.
i'm into it.
although,
the coarseness could be increased,
looser strokes an' that,
and the color palette could be a bit more grim and lugubrious.
otherwise,
the kelly-colored tunic and bichrome ribbons kinda get it poppin'.
what is it made out of?
acrylics, cardboard, sharpies, alcohol markers, & pencil.
i keep making 'em, without any thought to whatever happens after that.
what the f* am i gonna DO with all this stuff?
no, really, kids,
what am i gonna do with it?
suggestions?

i've got a full day of work today.
tatzap explosions to the fullest.
i also don't have to spray pee right now.
not exactly headline news,
but a welcome respite from the past week's urinary contrariness.
what finally did it?
antibiotics?
c'mon,
what am i, an A-hole?
instead of the medical route to rehabilitation,
it was consistent, persistent, insistent systemwide waterbaby inoculation.
fight fire with fire,
and weak-sauce water with water.
no caffeine, no sugar, no fun,
but also no hot fire firehose, either.
a fair trade if ever there was one.
it's thor's day, my friends,
and it's the day that almost always brings the thunder.
i sure have a good feeling about this one.
today is the day.
so is every day.

y'know,
even though it seems like i started writing these
little love letters to all ya'll only yesterday.
i've already been at this for just over a year.
incidentals and coincidentals,
confessionals and confidentials.
time flies, fun or otherwise.
and yet,
i'm still doo-dooin' this little scrap of doo-doo.
a semi-anonymous philosopher,
nom de plume notwithstanding.
spouting bits, pieces, fragments, & scraps of creamy top-risen goodness.
i hope you ninjas are enjoying it as much as i am.
today is blog post #371.
add it up, mutha-'uckas,
3 + 7 + 1
according to my math,
that totals eleven.
you'd better flippin' believe it.
never quiet, never soft...