Well I don't know how to argue with that.

But at times it seems it certainly hasn't 

done me many favors.

Unicorn Deconstruction Commencing.

"Blown-Up" Unicorn Diagram.

Naaah Ahhh!

It seems like a lovely day to doodle.  This little caricature is of a Victorian era professional mourner.  Or perhaps the acquaintance of the kind of late London businessman who didn't really have any friends.

Look out Poseidon.  A great temple has been raised in your honor in the midst of his ancient stomping grounds.  Also, it's a total tourist trap.  Believe it, or not.

The emblem on the front of my savage diesel train has become a hat for a villain in a Gail Carriger novel.   What do you think of that? 
I'm not sure what to think of it either.

It's the return of one of my favorite legendary heroes of the night sky.  Watch for him tonight ladies and gentlemen:  the Super Moon.  It'll be huge.  Literally.  It will be hard to miss.

On the stormy ride home last night from work, my wife and I noticed about a quarter of a tree down and stretched across the street about a block down to the right.  It was stretched across both lanes of traffic.  Luckily it had landed between the parked cars on that block.  Also luckily we were turning about a half a block earlier.  So no tree "interrupt-us".

Last night the Summer Solstice went out with a viscera rending, bone grinding, low hum of the engine of the world, hot plate set on high sizzling, "storm to end all storms".  At least until the next "storm to end all storms".

Fire Ring Tales

Inspired by ancient Olmec stone carvings and the latest addition to my bobble head collection.  Thank you, Holly.  Around the campfire though these guys roast pumice and shale s'mores.

Trumpet on the Barren Hills

Preliminary sketch of an idea some day leading to a plan.  I have a number of quirky stories too long for a short story but just not detailed enough for a novel.  Some day soon they may live together.