Please note... if you are the sort of person who is easily offended or squeamish... you should probably skip this post. (If you are any sort of person of class, you should probably skip this blog altogether.)
We are blessed with 2 dogs that are, on the whole, and bear in mind when I say this that I have so far endured 5 years in the illustration world, the most colossal freaking morons ever.
To avoid the inevitable angry letters I am going to get, please do not mistake my dogs for yours. I'm sure your dogs are the most gifted hounds ever. I'm sure they routinely perform delicate brain sugary and are capable of filing US tax forms and landing the space shuttle. I am talking about my dogs here. My dogs have a single, solitary brain cell each. Just the one - to keep the other brain cell company.
And using their impressive intellectual capacities... they routinely bring us the benefits of their mental and physical labors right into the yard. This week, it was a deer. Actually, that fact isn't really surprising. I live in rural North Dakota, so every ten feet there’s a sign warning motorists that there are deer. The signs are so prevalent that you don’t even notice them anymore, and they serve no purpose at all, unless you’re suddenly new to the existence of deer... which I am not. I am, however, new to the smell a deer carcass can make.
Me: Uuuugh! WTF is that smell?!
Rocko: Oh, the dogs drug up a deer.
Rocko: Yeah. Parts of him are over there, and I think his skull-bits are over by the south yard.
Me: What do you mean parts of him?
Rocko: He died about a week ago. Guess it takes a while for a dead deer to really start to smell.
Me: Rocko, when a deer is dead, it can no longer smell. Smelling is a sensory operation reserved for the living. Also. Seriously. A week? You are freakin' unbelievable right now.
Rocko said he couldn’t argue with that, but I suspect it’s less because of my sound logic and more because he’s perfectly aware of how these disagreements end. (Also... I need to google how to burn a shovel.)
In other news that is probably equally shocking, but not quite so grotesque, the How to Draw Horses book is coming out soon. Get ready to order 84 pages of awesome!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
I was recently part of the dental day event held on the Spirit Lake Reservation. I was part of the event because, quite obviously, the people of Spirit Lake are open minded and friendly, and clearly do not follow this blog. It has to be said that it wasn't really their fault. I went along with 2 very fierce and qualified ladies, Victoria and Shelia, who should also not have the fact that I was in their party held against them.
We stayed with a team of other people and met with the most organized, caring hobbits it has ever been my pleasure to meet. How Libby and Mike Flowers achieve what they do with what they have to work with should be researched by NASA scientists. I'm not sure that they are from this planet... in fact, I'm not sure any of the volunteers that day were. These people are the Navy Seals of humanitarians. And the kids were tough. Amazingly tough! These kids made Rambo look like Mr. Rogers.
The totals were 232 children seen and $107,701 worth of dental care provided. 268 fillings, 254 sealants, and 69 steel crowns were completed. But I don't know if you can put a price on a smile.