Till the Spinner of the Years             Said "Now!" And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.   Thomas Hardy   https://www.instagram.com/sdavis.howdy/    

    Hi Guys! Today I'd like to introduce you to Chipper, or " CHiPper " depending on which name tag he uses!  He's the chipmunk mascot of the California Highway Patrol!   His job is to teach kids about safety , especially when it comes to walking or riding your bike on busy roads !   From what I can tell, Chipper first appeared in the '90s , but he still seems to be going strong !  He shows up at CHP outreach events and if you search for him on the Internet , you'll see him in plenty of photos and videos.  Why, there's even a music video of Chipper and Erik Estrada , the former star of the old cop-drama, " CHiPs ," on YouTube !   I'm pretty sure all of that stuff is copyrighted , so I'm not going to get into it here .  Instead, I've got some pictures from a Chipper coloring book that you can get as a free download from the CHP website ! Lets' take a look and see what Chipper is all about ! So here's Chipper and, I gue

 DDB Brazil and photographer Rodrigo Ribeiro created this “Blend In” campaign for Zoo Safari.     Knuthenborg Safari Park.   Dream big.  Not anthro but one hell of a good picture.  Ruvim Noga. Give A Hand To Wildlife, World Wildlife Federation. Australian, post WWII.  This didn't last very long. J & P Coats. If only. Platter, DeForest of California.  Don't be shy with the fat shaming! Petri Wines. 1956 deer and cat salt and pepper shakers.  Napco. The Raccoon Kids, artist Otto Feuer.  This supplanted Presto Pete, which was well drawn and clever, unlike the twins here.  This is abysmal.  1946-57. Oh, yeah, Howie Long.  Somewhere on this blog I have written about Presto before.   https://misterscribbles.blogspot.com/2018/08/anthro.html      A good a place to stop as any.  This has been your daily 'keeping this site on life support' post from the wonderful and mega talented editor (s) who refuse to see reason and give up.

Rocky Marciano listens to Jersey Joe Walcott being counted out.  In the first round, the 38 year old Walcott knocked Rocky off his feet, the first knockdown the the Brockton Bomber had ever experienced.  For 12 more rounds the shorter and lighter man lost steadily in points to the aging but fantastically dangerous champion.  Rocky had the shortest reach of any of the heavyweight champions, and he was the smallest after Tommy Burns to hold the title.  In the film you can see Rocky jumping and trying to land punches on Jersey Joe, he misses a lot and takes brutal punishment while doing so.  Then in the 13th Rocky lands a single punch to Joe's chin, fight over.   Marciano knocked out 3 heavyweight champions, Joe Louis, Jersey Joe Walcott (title match), and Ezzard Charles (title match).  Rocky has the best record of any gloved champion, 49 fights, 49 wins, and 43 knockouts.   This was one hell of a good fight.  

I bet it's pretty warm in here with all those clothes on, huh? https://youtu.be/3GEYTHPGCsg  

Inert within the depths of his theta chamber, he heard the faint tone and then the synthovoice. "Five minutes." "Okay," he said, and struggled out of his deep sleep. He had five minutes to adjust the course of his ship; something had gone wrong with the auto-control system. An error on his part? Not likely; he never made errors. Jason Bedford make errors? Hardly. As he made his way unsteadily to the control module, he saw that Norman, who had been sent with him to amuse him, was also awake. The cat floated slowly in circles, batting at a pen that somehow had gotten loose. Strange, Bedford thought. "I thought you were unconscious with me." He examined the readout of the ship's course. Impossible! A fifth-parsec off in the direction of Sirius. It would add a week to his journey. With grim precision he reset the controls, then sent out an alert signal to Meknos III, his destination. "Troubles?" the Meknosian operator answered. The

  Reflecting It was a rare clear day on the barren planet Caligula. Usually the skies were full of dark clouds and crackling electrical storms and seldom any rain. Indeed, even on a clear day there were usually stormclouds in the distance with a dazzling crackle of lightning within them. But they were still a ways off. On the flat roof of her combined home-come-office, Red the Daedalian lay on a deck chair. Many humans compared Daedalians to bipedal jackals, the resemblance was easy to see, the canine muzzle, long pointed ears, fur and tails. Though most Daedalians found the comparison insulting. Red was unusual among the rest of her spacefaring species for having brilliant red fur instead of the usual brown, gray, or black fur. The hunting guide was taking a well-deserved break from her arduous job. She wore no footwear, and was clad only in fraying shorts and a sports bra. She saw no need for modesty alone on her roof. The guide sipped at her bottle and sighed in contentment enjoying

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Tom was digging in his garden that morning although he really had no idea what he was doing.  Under the impression he was destroying weeds he tore out perfectly good flowers and cut the roots of blameless others.  It was a bright and cool day, which ruffled his fur and made him feel good.  Today made him think that something exciting would happen.  He whipped his long tail about as he did when he was thinking, and he stopped for a smoke while he watched the early sun crest the far away green hills.  The ocean glittered and birds were singing in the trees around his house.  Tom twitched his whiskers, birds always made him want to go a-hunting but he knew that was forbidden.  Besides, he liked them and their songs.  The fresh loamy soil had caked around his feet, he had boots but he hated to put them on over his paws, the boots were ugly compared to his graceful feet and they felt weird anyway, what with the toes being cut off so that his razor sharp claws did not tear the

 When Billy was a young bunny, Eerie Magazine brought out Hunter, about a half demon half human who was a scout for the United States Armed Forces before the entire government collapsed.  Demian Hunter was the product of the rape of his mother by the demon Ophal, who also killed his mother's husband.  Demian wore a whup ass skintight suit with a computerized helmet for communications and night vision.  In the first story he is in the former Rocky Mountains and he is about to freeze to death, Billy will never forget the line on the second page of that story where Hunter prays 'that the barely functioning thermal unit of the suit will not for a while fail'! Eerie # 57, 1974. As can be see Hunter's suit is more appropriate for an episode of The Running Man, I amped it up and had I colored it I would have made it green and black.  I really like how this high tech combat gear is supplemented with skins and a ragged cape.  Hunter's primary weapon is some ki

 Hi everyone-I just found out about this great web comic featuring a cast of anthro animals! The story is about a young bat/squirrel hybrid named Belfry (bats in the belfry!) who finds and adopts a human child who is lost in the forest. To start reading the comic,and find out about the large cast of characters,it's best to start here! https://www.tamberlanecomic.com/ If the link doesn't work like it does most of the time on Blogger,simply type in Tamberlane and you will find it! The art work is above and beyond for a web comic and the characters are fun and engaging. Also of note are the many hybrid/mixed species animals and marriages/couples. Belfry is the adopted daughter of a badger and deer who have one biological daughter that is a deer/badger mix. It's nice that Belfry is featured as a heroine (although a clumsy one!) while most comics/cartoons portray bats as blood-sucking vampires. Another interesting character is Claude Oakwood, a grumpy old coyote who is the town

  Draknor strode through the twisting cavern tunnels, sword at the ready, Ylla trailed behind him with a torch. “Feels like we’ve been walking for miles.” Ylla noted. “We have.” Draknor replied. Ylla quickened her step to stand closer to Draknor, fearing being left behind. “I was expecting more guards or priests.” Ylla admitted. “We are near its domain now,” Draknor grunted. “Tologroth lies ahead. It feels no need for guards.” Ylla glanced nervously into the dark, though she had excellent night vision even she could not see all that dwelled within the shadows. “It took an army of dracoz to defeat those creatures last time, and their minions.” “Yes, it did.” Draknor grunted. “We are but two, and I am no warrior.” “You are thinking this now? I told you not to come with me.” Ylla raised her voice then, the same tone of voice she used to use on naughty pupils. It had been years since she had used that tone and it honestly felt right to use it again. “If I hadn’t come with you, you would be