All Hands, Battlestations

 

 

First off, as much as I like my Wacom tablet for sketching: The mouse sucks. It's just awful. How can something with no moving parts go from great to totally FU&*ed up?

 

Now, then. My Little Dreadnaught, under cover of darkness, sailed for very different shores tis week. While I was all caught up in the right pectoral having been shelled to position that rascally little ship plowed right down to my taint and dropped a huge mine that quite frankly doesn't belong there.

 

I see a tech on Tuesday who will ultra sound, sona-gram, whatever, my lovely growths in my chest, but I have to wait for the 6th to see a doctor to have her order more tests on a brand spanking new walnut sized thingy in my groin. I like having my nether egions fondled as much as the next guy, but usually I want a happy ending...I don't see one coming in this situation. (Pun intended).

 

 

Have fun, do evil randomly, 'cause that's where the fun comes from and remember to always be armed.

 

In the meantime, here's a random picture of a blimp: