drawing?

Nope... no new drawings since the other day. I've got one that I have to scan and put up here at some point. I'll keep the blog posted to new updates. But for now, smile along with me as I laugh at the ridiculousness of this 'news' article.

Woman to 911: Help! I'm locked inside my car
Amy L. Edwards | Sentinel Staff Writer
9:45 AM EDT, April 1, 2009

A 911 dispatcher had to tell a woman how to unlock her car on Sunday.

A woman called Kissimmee police to say she was locked inside her car at the Walgreen's on John Young Parkway near Poinciana.

"My car will not start. I'm locked inside my car," the unidentified woman said.

"Nothing electrical works. And it's getting very hot in here, and I'm not feeling well."

The dispatcher asked the woman if she was able to manually pull the lock up on the door.

The woman said she would try, and then, she said, "Yes, I got the door open."

grooming the queen...

I knew nothing of this... ever. But, it doesn't shock me, especially since the elites are completely insane and inbred anyway.
Here's the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groom_of_the_Stool

The Groom of the Stool was a medieval English groom (i.e., a male servant) who, among other duties, had the task of cleaning the Monarch's anus after a bowel movement.[1]

In the early years of Henry VIII's reign, the title was awarded to minions of the King, court companions who spent time with him in the Privy chamber. These were the sons of noblemen or important members of the gentry. In time they came to act as virtual personal secretaries to the King, carrying out a variety of administrative tasks within his private rooms. The position was an especially prized one, as it allowed one unobstructed access to the King's attention. David Starkey writes: "The Groom of the Stool had (to our eyes) the most menial tasks; his standing, though, was the highest... Clearly then, the royal body service must have been seen as entirely honorable, without a trace of the demeaning or the humiliating."[2] Further, "the mere word of the Gentleman of the Privy Chamber was sufficient evidence in itself of the king's will," and the Groom of the Stool bore "the indefinable charisma of the monarchy."[3]

Sir Henry Norreys, a Groom of the Stool under Henry VIII, was executed for an alleged affair with Anne Boleyn.

The office persisted into the nineteenth century and John Neeld, M.P. for Cricklade held the office of "Gentleman of the Privy Chamber" to Queen Victoria, for which he was elevated to a baronetcy in 1859.[4]

A similar position, the Porte-coton, existed at the French royal court. The position existed in a less scatological but much more senior form, the Groom of the Stole, until 1901. These were always important noblemen.

gramps and the gun...

For God sake... this old man was just using his second amendment right! Right? Well, one way or another, I'm betting 20 to 1 that he gets off scot-free and lives to accost another innocent driver. The question is: When will he actually shoot someone?

Anyway, printing went as expected today. The 4XL and larger shirts are a little trickier to line up when printing... but whatever the case, the deed has been done. Listening to Tool right now. I don't know how such a kick ass band has eluded my Seeqpod list, but they did somehow. There is no excuse for this.

Later.