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DeliquentArt has been getting wonkier and wonkier with time. Recently, it's been classifiying almost all my art as "not fit to be seen," even when it is as clean as a whistle. I should know... I'm a well practiced whistle blower ... or, in plain speech, a complainer! I'm tried re-setting the posted art, but it doesn't seen to take affect. Instead, one post after another of mine has been blanked out of view unless the viewer is an adult member. I don't know what gives, but it brings to mind an old saying, modified somewhat -- you get what you pay for... and DelightfulFart is free.
This Time For Good!
Boy... some customers will do anything to get out of paying up! This is true, but I’m also making a joke in very bad taste. Let me explain.
I had already announced that I would no longer be doing any more commissions. I meant it, too. However I can be an easy touch at times, and I've broken my vow of retirement more than once ... and usually regretted it for one reason or another. But the last commission I did as a favour to a fan backfired badly. To begin with, it was a quick freebie. No charge. But then the guy wanted the original drawing, and said he would pay well for it, and would foot the cost of postage. Okay. I agreed. But then was delayed a repeatedly before finally he promised to send a money order the next time he was in town. I crossed my fingers. A little more time went by with no money order, but unexpectedly he reported on FaceBook that he had had a heart attack! Oh, fudge, I thought, trying to be compassionate and not thinking about the money. I decided he
No One Excepts the British Succession
I got up today to discover that the Queen was dead, God Save the King and all that... My first couple of years were under George VI, but of course, I remember nothing of that. All my life, the Queen has sat on the thrown, and – like that – history has moved on.
I feel nothing about the Queen, really – a lady who brought dignity and a sense of determination to the crown. I had a desire to see her live to 100, but 96 isn’t shabby – longest reign in British history, even all the way back to the Anglo Saxons and dark ages. Nor was her reign one free of debacle and tumult. There were wars on her shift, the enormous black eye that Diana’s death forced on the Royal family, the “Annus Horibilis” in which Windsor Castle was badly damaged in a fire, the assassination of the Queen’s uncle, Louis Mountbatten, by Irish terrorists, and recently the ignominious retreat from the European Union by the British Government. It’s a wonder all the crockery at Buckingham Palace wasn’t cracked by
Wee Beastie
For some time, now, I've been finding little "presents" around my apartment that tell me that a mouse has taken up residence. I've seen it a number of time, and more brazenly each time. Two weeks, I saw it saunter out into the living room, as confident as though it were the owner. It disappeared, as before behind a cabinet that I'm unable to move without a tremendous amount of trouble. So, I've ignored it, figuring that my place is clean, I leave no food around, and my groceries are all in jars or cans, or refrigerated. Eventually, the mouse would stop coming around here without finding food. Making a living is tough enough for a mouse, without wasting effort. So far, it seemed to be working. I hadn't seen the pest for those last too weeks. But I spoke too soon. Yesterday, I used the washroom and noticed movement in the bath tub. I looked and fund it was my mouse! I don't know how it climbed up the tub in the first place, but plainly it was unable to climb out. The presents suggested
Suffering Writer's Schlock
How did it happen? Another two months have gone by, and what have I got to show for it? Not much.
There has been a little news, but not much of it good. For instance, I saved up my pension for a number of months, meaning to order some interesting new coins. One was from medieval Florence, two from medieval Venice, one from the reign of Edward IV in the 15th. century, a fourth that was struck by the second son of Pompey the Great, after Caesar’s assassination, that would have completed my collection of both sons, and the end of the Pompeian dynasty. There were other, lesser coins as well, but what did it matter? Everyone of them was lost in the mail! The dealer mailed them and the coins never arrived in my mail box!
The “good” news is that I’m not on the hook. My dealer and I have a good relationship, and – trusting me -- he unfortunately mailed the goods before I authorized payment. When they never arrived, he began a postal investigation that he said would never likely
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I only ever complained when the posting was glorifying Nazi atrocities.