Dennis Jones

It was not exactly the exotic duty Purcival Fatback had hoped for when he signed his X to the recruiting papers, but it was better than life on the farm…

Sir Oric DirtSweeper would have felt so much better about this whole situation if only his two companions had finished basic training and received their life guard certification certificates…

There is nothing I hate to do more than get my tax returns together, but unfortunately I can’t put it off any longer. Time to send my hard earned treasure off to the Infernal Revenue Service…

…back from Texas, work deadlines looming, April 15 tax day looming, Indiana weather and coyotes looming… time to drop the hammer on a new week…

Yesterday around two in the afternoon I walked into the woods behind our house to grab a hose I had left there and when I picked it up the sound apparently disturbed a pack of coyotes who were having some sort of secret club meeting. They were no more that a few hundred feet from me and started howling, growling and making a general ruckus in my direction. I decided my best move was to show them the bottom of my feet as I ran like a madman back to the house waving a garden hose behind me. I guess I’m going to have to start packing heat when I wander into our back yard from now on… maybe a rocket launcher or some kind of small bazooka. Do they sell those at Walmart?

This looks like it could be trouble for that poor orc down the hill there… well, maybe not… perhaps they are both on the same team… they do both have pointy ears. Twin Sons Of Different Mothers? Weisberg and Fogelberg?

I’ve had a nagging cough/cold thing going on for the last two weeks now. This was another wet weekend in Indiana, so I stayed inside and made a picture. I’m not sure what it’s all about, but I do think it means I might want to stop mainstreaming Nyquil for a day or two…