It was 1959 and an unexpected transmission was received on his brand new Philco 5 tube parlor radio, Farmer Jackson looked at his wife to say "DA-WHAT?" as he drank his home brew beer

Greetings pitiful Earthlings, we are the Tobbiogian Empire, we have come to enslave your entire planet and... What is it Golphorian? Un huh, yeah, your kidding me. No, you are not? I see. A-hem, Greetings Glorious Earthling friends, we are the Tobbiogian Empire, we have come to discuss trade negotiations and possible ally terms."

[i]"Nuclear bombs, who the farg forgot to tell me these creatures have nuclear bombs?"
[/i]

Events well beyond my control I have withdrawn from Rowbrazzel and deleted all of The Truth It Burns, all notes, character lists and written material. Nitpicking stops after a few lines, certainly not three and a half pages. Then it becomes abuse.

I am 74 years old, a Viet-Nam veteran with serious PTSD. The VA has listed me as 100% disabled with PTSD being 50% of that. Guess what triggered it last night. I am withdrawing from the 'Furry Community' for the foreseeable future other than maintaining my FA and DA accounts in order that I may follow those artists whom I much prefer. I might comment, but it will be rare.

Your right to run your mouth like an open sewer ends when you start insulting and attacking people.

I have only one thing to say to people who don't like my work. Don't like it? Don't read it and damn well don't comment on it.

I'm busy working on There is a New Villainess in Town, eighty five pages so far but it is slowing my next submission to Rowbrazzel. I am only able to work on one story at the time. At least I had Octobers submission in on time, early in fact. I've commissioned Shana for a publishable bit of art involving Captain Fluffball, she just got the last details in so that she may send me the bill, I'll pay it as soon as it comes in even though the schedule isn't until November. I have the funds right now, better she (and A Blue Deer) get them than some low life bill collector.

Besides, I want to dump this AI art I created on DA, art I've been using to keep my head in the game. I prefer traditional art and would rather pay $$$ for art than get free AI created ookies. No there is no AI art on this account, never will be and only two on my DA account, no more ever. I have um.. well.. gee, (grynns sheepishly) AI can't draw what I want. Standards you know.

"Come here cutie, I need to brush your fur again..."

I started TIANVIT back in 2011, I just managed to feed my Muse enough that it has me writing again. Normally it takes me about a year (or less) to write a book, this one is at 14 years now and probably will hit 15 before I turn it over to Anna for proofreading. I still need to finish the next twenty pages of The Truth it Burns after all so that will delay things.

Yes it will end up on Amazon both as Kendal and paperback. It may end up here as well, replacing the current posted TIANVIT fragment. Or maybe not.


Reese

When we come back after the commercial break, page three.

Other than FA/DA I use NO social media, this includes but is not limited to Discord, Twitter, X, TicTok, Telegraph etc. These are SAFETY issues for me, I refuse to endanger my safety, my families safety, my work etc simply because 'this is my preferred contact style.' I'll happily give you my e-mail so we can 'chat' but I will not download say Discord because you prefer it. Also, I pay with PayPal, bank cheque (yes those ancient slips of paper) and in certain cases cash, though I tend to use two dollar bills, Eisenhower Dollar coins and Kennedy Half Dollar coins. The clad ones, use Silver at $45 a piece?

Ah.. No.

We had some really badly needed concrete work done, walkway from street to front, three walkways from drive to backyard and such and a driveway from existing carport to street. Very good job they did but the bank...

Home Improvement Loan
Term of Loan 180 months
1st payment due September 4, 2025
Payment Amount (autopay): $167.61
Balance: $13,248.00
Interest: 12.99%

or... $30,169.80.

So I went into the account on Sept. 2 and made a little change, I added $1000 to the monthly payment. Payoff in 13 months, not 180 months. Will I be around in 15 years? Doubtful, but I'm pretty certain I'll still be around in 13 months.

Some bean counter at UPGRADE really wants to bleed old people dry. PLEASE! Do NOT do business with these criminals.

Thank Athena that as a 100% disabled Veteran I no longer pay property or school taxes in Texas.

Taxes.... Texas... Whats the position of two letters matter.

This one is at least ten years old, based on Fallout 4 it just flat DIED after 74 posts. Anyway, while going through the files I ran across this little piece, thought I'd share the joke.


Before her stood a rugged looking man, one who exuded danger to the extreme. Pointing her 10mm in his general direction Melissa spoke;

“Stand where you are, I am Melissa Mioko Howard, a lawyer and Court Officer with the full backing the Concorde Judicial System. This is Vault 667, the Neighbor of the Beast. Who are you and what do you want?” She just had to put that joke in, Melissa didn’t know why but it just felt right.

Teenage Sapphic Milkmaids
sung to Teenage Mutant Turtles
by: David R. Dorrycott
© 2010


Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids

Hunters of the virgin Minotaurs, Cheese Power
They're the worlds most fearsome milking teens
[ we're really hip ] Teenage milking teenage girls
They're heroes in a milk bucket, and they're clean
[ hey, get a grip ] Teenage milking ninja milkmaids
When the rare Minatarus appears
These ninja girls attack from the rear

Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Cinder taught them to be ninja milkmaids
[ She's a radical cat ] Teenage Sapphic ninja milkmaids
Lakshmi leads, Donella does those sweet cheese machines
[ that's a fact, Jacki ] Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Radella is K00L but rude
Madonna is a party dudette

Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids
Teenage Sapphic Ninja Milkmaids

Heroes of the milkmaids, girl power





Written for Mr. Fredrik K.T. Andersson in response to his PAWN art regarding
milkmaids chasing Blaalah.

A month, or a bit more ago some wheesel on DA managed to send a group message from my account. I have no idea how it was done, whom or why only that I started getting nasty messages about spam from my account. Trust me, it was not me and I apologize to everyone, I'm 74, I have no scam to play and no desire to be involved in some get rich quick scheme. They never work.

Also, I'm much to old to be doing 'projects' with anyone for any reason, not even my best friends so please stop bothering me with such requests, I'm not going to be looking at anyone else's art either. I'm old, I just don't have time anymore. I am currently 100% disabled according to the VA (270% when you do the math) and hit the max judgement on the Boy Scout Lawsuit, I don't want, need or will ever accept your money. Until three months ago I was out putting up/taking down political signs and picking up aluminum cans to help my wife pay the bills, now I am able to give my 30+ year old children gifts in their bank accounts now and then. I might even get my teeth fixed! So yes, I really do know how tough it is on a lot of you, I'm not going to try and make it worse.

Nope, I'm not an easy touch, I've been getting Nigerian Prince letters since I joined the Air Force in 1971. Is that scam still going on?

Yes I like SOME AI art, I also like anime and hate all Hanna-Barber cartoons. I much prefer traditional art but there can be great AI art as well as crap, just like traditional. Picasso is one example of garbage art IMHO. So is that crap generated by an elephant.


Signed;


Me, Myself and I.

Settlement paperwork on the Boy Scout class action lawsuit, after paying the lawyers their 40% I have the POTENTIAL of receiving... $228,046. Out of $380,160. That of course, reading from their paperwork;

'The total dollar amount you ultimately receive (across all payments) will depend mostly on the "Payment Percentage" that the Trust applies to all allowed claims'.

In short, if there is only say $100 left in the trust I can hope to get a whole $15, of which 40% will go to the lawyers.

I've been working on this for years, I know that there are at least 55,000 claimants out there and I know that the Scouts were stunned when they found out exactly how little their Norman Rockwell paintings are worth. I never really wanted a steel penny, just a letter of apology signed from someone in Headquarters. I would have settled for that until a letter did arrive, claiming that I was 'The Devils Agent.'

Me, I'm 74 in exactly twelve days as of this writing, I carry a ministers card for the ULC and Temple of Dude. My chances of seeing a penny of this settlement though are somewhere between none and you gotta be crazy. This is why I kept my son out of that cult and the worst thing about this? My father was the bastard who couldn't keep his ding-ah-ling in his pants, he ruined so many other boys as he was a Scoutmaster.

Priests, Scoutmasters, people we trusted with our children. May they all burn. A slow burn... A VERY slow burn.

And no, I never received any 'medical care' for this. That money, if I get it, will pay my sister in law most of what we owe her for this house. It won't 'fix' anything for me, nothing short of a full brain burn will.

On a bright note, the VA has notified me that I am 100% disabled (actually, as we counted the numbers 270% but there is a limit) so I'm getting over 4K a month, non-taxable. I don't even pay property or school taxes in Texas. Things are looking up I guess, now watch I'm gonna probably have a heart-less attack and choke in a couple of weeks. My luck. Meanwhile my brother-in-law has been fighting for years to get 100%, he is currently at 95%. Poor guy, he's fighting and I just walked in, admitted the truth and money dropped into my paws like rain. I've actually had one member of Anna's family say to me "I hate you" though he wasn't serious.

Now I'm waiting for all the scammers to ring my doorbell with their hands out. Already letters offering 'deals' have arrived this week, the nicest was a gold coin purchase scheme, I don't like gold, I love SILVER! and I'm buying those one troy ounce 'rounds' at the local coin shop as I have cash. I've been giving people money over the years, money I can barely afford to give away and now... I'm gonna have so much fun. I've been handing out $0.50 pieces and 1970's era dollar coins for years, it's a cheap hobby and the children who get those large coins simply love it.

Just don't call me Santa Clause, wrong religion, and everything is going to my wife when I eventually take that long walk out a short airlock.


Thank you for your time and attention.


Reese
the Mad Welshman in Texas


Wow, I might even take that vacation to England to see Simon Barber in a few years.

Go BOOM!

Well... The VA finally figured out my disability level... Service Related... 100% Check came in today for eight months back pay....

28K plus...

Suddenly I'm getting appointments with the VES, Veterans Evaluation Services, after nearly a year of crickets chirp. All on an 'Expedited' bases. I've been pretty much ignored by the VA since 1977 when I exited the air force (small caps intended) and they did their 'Exit Evaluation.' Granted, I only made a couple of attempts to reach out to them since but why the sudden rush?

What? They think I'm going to die or something? I'm only 74 next month, I've got at least twenty years left if my mothers life is any indicator.

Still working on The Truth, It Burns, my Genie of Mars book.

I will never call that city anything else, I have Honor still.

Fifty years ago THE MAN lost his little war in Vietnam. We had no business there, we had no dog in that hunt but so so many of us went there, were maimed physically or mentally or both or worse, returned home in a body bag but THE MAN became richer, more powerful while millions of lives were destroyed. Only one High School friend of mine survived, he is probably still living in Canada. I have no hate for him, he was smarter than I. Most of us never wanted to step foot on that land yet were given choices of Serve when that letter arrives, go to Jail or run to Canada or Mexico. I was a bright eyed nineteen year old when my letter arrived, I'd been raised in a military/Southern Baptist home so my choices were... serve.

I didn't want to go to Vietnam so I had joined the Air Force, I was in BASIC when my letter arrived. My draft number was 004. Even so years later as the city was falling I found myself stepping off a ramp of a C-130 to guard it (81250, Security Police) as refugees swarmed aboard. I did that several times flying between Saigon and Clarke AFB then spending a week in Saigon when a 'friend' couldn't take it anymore. I'd guarded returning POW's at Sheppard AFB and apparently that made me a prime choice to guard the aircraft, I'd already had experience with the wars results.

It was the only time I ever volunteered for anything while in the AF.

I have no love for THE MAN, I never will.



Welcome back Fur Affinity, you were missed.

My copy just arrived and I've barely made it past page thirty. Wow, it had to be broken into three volumes! Though I'm currently listed on the waiting list (dang it, I look really odd in a lady in waiting dress!) my first section has been published. I have the second part in Vick's paws right now awaiting the go ahead to print out forty copies and mail them in. It is actually cheaper to self print than pay him to do it himself, right now since Anna has retired our finances are all whacked up, had to buy Medicare Part B just to keep our existing medical insurance, that killed my rosy financial outlook.

Now if I could only hit the big lottery...

Having published a couple of APA's myself I can understand the mess he's in, but with NAF dead and buried there really are no other options that I am aware of.

First, I am a lousy hack artist. I can manage but a ten year old does better. Second, I was recently asked if I would sell one of the art pieces I have posted, the answer to that was "Sure, $2,894,731.23" Obviously the interested party backed out real quick. I commission art for my and my families appreciation, I NEVER sell the art I have purchased. I sometimes post it as others may enjoy it or not as they see fit.

No I do not like Impressionist, Cubism, abstract, Expressionism, POP or modern art. IMHO that isn't art. Yes I do find some AI art enjoyable to view but you will never see me spending $50 - $150 on an AI image as I do with traditional art. There is a limit, in my case somewhere around $8 for AI art. If I even suspect that it used an artist I know as a 'training device' the answer is always no. Period!

I am a writer, I use art as the seed for some stories, something that I can glance at and it triggers my imagination. I've oil paints from the 1970's that I purchased in the Philippines for $30 (in one case a door to door vacuum salesman appraised a sailing ship painting as 'Several thousand dollars') while I paid $35 to Benny S. Benevedo for it, and images from you people that I have shelled out as much as $150 for, I support artists, not programmers. You can raise your prices beyond what my SS payments can afford, as of today that is around $100. In that case I bow out and wish you a long and successful career, never to bother you again about that.

So please stop blocking me because I happen to like an AI image as one artist did "I just found out that you like AI art so I'm blocking you", all you are doing is hurting yourself, losing a fan and possible commission, I'll just move on. After all, I'm 74 in July, I've no longer the time to play those games.


Reese
the Mad Welshman in Texas

Yesterday (April 4th) was Anna and I's 45th wedding anniversary, seems like only a few years ago.

The most dangerous 'helpful' utility you can install, at least with Firefox. First the thing deleted Utorrent, dangerous malware it claimed, then the installer when I tried to reinstall. Finally is blocked several sites, one being this one. I just, after almost a month of trying, located and deleted the last Mal utility, Malwarebytes Browser Guard, a few minutes ago. Suddenly I was able to log back in.

DO NOT USE MALWAREBYTES, it is Malware to the third degree!

Monday afternoon, winds above 15 mph, complete power outage. A tree limb had fallen on the power line into Madisonville (yes, THE power line.) APC battery backups kicked in saving both computers, or so we thought. Anna just turned hers off but gee, this is WIN 10 not DOS 3.3 so I powered mine down the 'approved way.'

Power came back on several hours later, Anna's computer booted fine (we have the exact same systems and OS) mine... Mine stopped at the welcome screen. Twenty plus attempts and it stayed stuck, the only option was a repair 'disk.' Anna made one using a 32 GIG jump drive as required by OS-10, nine hours to create. NINE HOURS! Next day I used it to get my system up... ONCE!

Finally I used the 'repair' function to 'fix' win 10, lost everything that wasn't Microshits software, which was most of the programs I use. Two days later and I had a barely functioning system, lost most of my Firefox bookmarks because my last bookmark file was in early 2014. I still can't get into several websites because I've long forgotten what the password is and I forgot to update my e-mail. Moving to this village (4420 souls, mostly Republican) so places like Deviant Art are still blocked, my book with all my passwords vanished while moving. Still hunting that and Firefox? Doesn't look anything like what I was using before, lot of utility programs are DOA as well, I paid for them but well....

Forget World of Tanks, World of Warships and Fallout Four, they are flat gone and I haven't had the password to the World programs in over a year.

Good thing is that after reloading and setting up Word Perfect all my writing is still accessible, that stuff was on the E drive (forget anything on the C drive, it's gone.) Be a year of three before I'm comfortable with what I have.

Reese

QUID AD SCELERATORUM CURAMUS

Sadly, my current health does not allow me to travel further than say Collage Station, about forty miles away. Once a month (at best) I have to travel to San Antonio (250 miles) for medical care but that requires that I remain overnight to recover and no, I no longer drive, my wife does. The days of traveling from San Antonio to Red River and back in one day are long past.

There are so many conventions, meet and greet as well as writer signing days that I may no longer attend, the last 'Meet the Author' event I stumbled on (yes, STUMBLED on) was in Colorado four or five years ago. I happened to go to a Barns and Nobel's in (I think) Denver where a young man was hawking his book and background material. Though I bought his book as a show of support (yes, it was fantasy) I have yet to crack the cover, in fact I don't even know where the thing is now (inna box I bet.) It was also the last time I visited Brass (James McAllister.)

Aircraft? Ah... No, not even. Maybe a train but I would have to travel to Austin and there is no secure car-park there, I've been there twice now. A train in Madinsonville? Not gonna happen though Big Boy visited Bryan/College Station last year, Anna had a blast, she LOVES steam trains. Me? Klingon D-7 please, the one Star Drek showed in the whale movie.

Getting old, dear Goddess was Jack Benny and Rochester really that long ago? I'm certain that I was watching Jacks show just last night in glorious black and white on an ancient black metal box held aloft by spindly little metal legs with tiny antenna wearing silver metal flags.

Where does the time go?

When I write books, and I do, I have a standard disclaimer that goes on each one. It goes like this;


Standard Disclaimer:

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. No other warranty is expressed or implied. This work may be too intense for some readers and governments. Slavery always exists, there are over thirty million in the world at this writing, sixty thousand in the U.S.A.. All characters involved in mature/adult situations are over 18 years of age. This work is not recommended for children, Fundamentalists or members of the American Tea Party. Reproduction in any known or unknown manner is strictly prohibited. This work may NOT be entered into any contest or competition without authors written, signed permission. Lots of luck getting that. Any society that needs disclaimers has too many lawyers. As I am self-employed, this *is* the opinion of my employer. Actual mileage may vary. Price does not include tax, title, and license. Some assembly required. Each sold separately. Batteries not included. Objects in mirror are closer than they appear. If conditions persist, contact a physician. Keep out of reach of children. Avoid prolonged exposure to direct sunlight. Keep in a cool dark place. List each check separately by bank number. By reading this disclaimer you owe me a pretty female librarian. This supersedes all previous notices.



And that is all there is to it.

Saw the eye doctors today, cataracts are so bad now that they have STRONGLY suggested eye surgery, I'm 75% blind in my dominate left eye and 25% in my right. Such fun... So probably in April I'll go under the knife, have to wait until Anna's retirement paperwork is finished and we have health insurance again. I'm not an artist so at present it's only a discomfort. I can still write with one eye, maybe if I mixed the two I'll have 100% vision in one eye.

Had a teacher in the 5th grade (Mrs. Allen, odd we remember the hellish ones) who would hit me with her 18" wooden ruler every time she saw me use my left hand. Took my parents threatening a lawsuit (1962) for the Principle to ban the practice. "But God says..." she started and he sent her out of the room. One of the few wins I had against that bitch. Using Binary in Math was another, she never understood Base 2 but since it worked and I could prove my work the Principle allowed it. Then he understood Base two and base eighteen, base 18 is a killer I was never very good with. I'm 74 this year, July.


“God made everyone right-handed, only the truly gifted overcome it.”

And it has my contact information completely WRONG! Even though I twice notified Tibo of my new address's. For those interested, because, as a full blooded Welshman I have nothing to hide, except from the English...

102 South Panama St.
Madinsonville
Texas 77864


reesedorrycott[at]yahoo.com


Sorry Michael Thompson, though your Xmass card arrived today and is quite fun, it had to be forwarded by the USPS from San Antonio and you know just how perfectly they act. And yes for those of you who Google the address... That IS the village graveyard just on the other side of the fence from my property. Being a witch, it is lovely to have so much raw material to work with (grynn.)



Peace, love and a generous shipment of Carolina Reapers dipped in dark chocolate to you all. Let the rug-rats munch on those!


Reese Dorrycott
the Mad Welshman in Texas

Dang it was cold this morning... 27F... -2.8 C.

May the Gods look upon your future endeavors with favor, and not start giggling in the darkness as you try to draw to an inside straight.

Anna came back from San Antonio last Friday, final load of 'things' from the Westlyn house. Among the things she dug up, 18 bankers boxes of hard bound books and four dell boxes of paperback books. Where the hell are we going to put them? Tomorrow? we drop by the book store so she can get her latest Janet Evonavich book, number 31.