Good and fine morning, to you my long lost fuzzlings.
i write to you from a rubber dingy at the bottom of a creative well.
It's my own fault really, I sat in the dingy when it was at the top, started painting a picture while sipping from the well anjd now the well is drank, the picture is almost done and now i'm at the bottom and have to pee.
So, as I float to the top as the levels rise, I ascend back up into the world of the living on the rising water-marks of... well of pee I suppose (dam, i really should think these metaphors through better before I begin) anyway, I am almost finished the painting and I would very much like to share it with all of you , my fabulous fuzz-lings.

In the mean time, march forward, head and whiskers held high and snort your derision at the world of the glaborous (non-fuzzied) and peel your eyes heavenward for signs of silliness, perk your ears to the sounds of giggles in the woods and be ever vigilant, that you may not fall victim to the dirty, circling birds of apathy.

And so from the bottom of my well i say unto thee...
I am back, I am among you and I am ridiculouuuuuuuuuuus!!!!

Good and fine morning, to you my long lost fuzzlings.
i write to you from a rubber dingy at the bottom of a creative well.
It's my own fault really, I sat in the dingy when it was at the top, started painting a picture while sipping from the well anjd now the well is drank, the picture is almost done and now i'm at the bottom and have to pee.
So, as I float to the top as the levels rise, I ascend back up into the world of the living on the rising water-marks of... well of pee I suppose (dam, i really should think these metaphors through better before I begin) anyway, I am almost finished the painting and I would very much like to share it with all of you , my fabulous fuzz-lings.

In the mean time, march forward, head and whiskers held high and snort your derision at the world of the glaborous (non-fuzzied) and peel your eyes heavenward for signs of silliness, perk your ears to the sounds of giggles in the woods and be ever vigilant, that you may not fall victim to the dirty, circling birds of apathy.

And so from the bottom of my well i say unto thee...
I am back, I am among you and I am ridiculouuuuuuuuuuus!!!!

Just a quick little peek in here, so that I may share my goings on with you, my funny fuzzy little fluffilies!

http://youtu.be/3qJhsNiwPS4

I hope you enjoy!

Hello and welcome to another semi-pseudo, psyco-babble - brought to you today by the letter "Ooooo", the number google plexus and the makers of fine oil based cereal bi-products everywhere.

I am off this morning to do a record of Martha Speaks, a cartoon about a talking dog.

"A talking dog?" you say. "Why that's absurd. It'll never catch on. There's never BEEN a show about a talking dog before. That's just crazy talk."

Well, anyway, I thought that I should tell you all as this is "Fur Affinity" and animals imbued with human characteristics and abilities - the anthropomorphizing of strange-ling creatures that skitter and prance and slither and wag, seem to be what this is all about. If there. if there is more, pray tell me, that I may know of you and why and who and what brings you flitting this-a-way.

I have more pictures coming soon by the by... but until then, I leave you with my recommendation of the day.

Where ever you go and what ever you do... do it with verve!

Hello again my funny fuzz-lings.

Well, I have pulled away the edges of my world, turned it up upside down and shaken loose some of my moments to share them with you. Thank you for your comments and follows and for looking at my little pictures. I have more to enter - more I'd like to share, if you'll let me. I picked up a pen long before I ever picked up a microphone. For some reason I have kept this side of my person more closer to the proverbial vest. No longer.

I shall awake tomorrow, go to a studio to record some lines to the new Barbie movie (I used to play Bibble as well) but I shall do so knowing that I have shared some of me with some of you and it shall make me smile.

Ours is a world of words. We begin our beginnings as thought that commits to action, to fingers that punch out words, to eyes that move along the lines, to images that float within us and back to thought we move again. This is how we have begun and this is how I shall remain.

And here we rest my funny fuzz-lings, flicking between the rapid-fire channels of this walking movie. My thought for today... go out into the madness of this strange, strange world and take none of it seriously except the friendships you make. The constructs of the world is cardboard in the rain. It is only as real as you let it be. This said, feel free to stand tall and dance your foolish dances, make silly faces at it and close your ears to the waging fingers and flying eyebrows of distain. They are jealous of your bravery my fuzz-lings... Oh, and wear funny underwear at least once a week. Secrets are fun.

I wonder what you look like, my funny fuzz-lings.

Do you have long homunculus trunks that 'pendule' and sway all a-snorffle?
Have you tufts and thatches of bristling whiskers in unusual places upon your head or extremities?

Oooo, how I do hope so.

I imagine you much taller than your spine would indicate - a great grinning gallumpfer with glinting eyes and one front tooth that (if held upside down and examined closely) resembles some kind of... inverted front tooth.

Oh, how I hope these things to be true.
Are you wing-ed?
Do you flit and flutter - your bonnet be-buzzled?

I know i do.

Though I am cursed to walk bi-pedal upon this levy round, my spirit longs to hang inverted - clinging bravely to the underside of... uh...things that... have undersides and stuff that I... am not too heavy to be stuck hanging upside down from. And, should gravity betray me and should I fall, I have it in a wish to spread forth great jeezley wings that protrude from... my bottom and make small farting noises when i flap them. Point and laugh if you will, I will mind you not, for i shall be there, high above, soaring through the ether, bum-wings all a flutter and I shall laugh a hearty laugh and YOLP my mighty viking YOLP and shout to the four cardinal winds... "HOLY CRAP! ARE YOU SEEING THIS? CHECK IT OUT! I GOT WINGS COMIN' OUT OF MY BUTT!"

And then I shall awake again, raise my groggy head from the slump and dint of the keyboard and quietly press... "send"

I wonder what you look like, my funny fuzz-lings.

Do you have long homunculus trunks that 'pendule' and sway all a-snorffle?
Have you tufts and thatches of bristling whiskers in unusual places upon your head or extremities?

Oooo, how I do hope so.

I imagine you much taller than your spine would indicate - a great grinning gallumpfer with glinting eyes and one front tooth that (if held upside down and examined closely) resembles some kind of... inverted front tooth.

Oh, how I hope these things to be true.
Are you wing-ed?
Do you flit and flutter - your bonnet be-buzzled?

I know i do.

Though I am cursed to walk bi-pedal upon this levy round, my spirit longs to hang inverted - clinging bravely to the underside of... uh...things that... have undersides and stuff that I... am not too heavy to be stuck hanging upside down from. And, should gravity betray me and should I fall, I have it in a wish to spread forth great jeezley wings that protrude from... my bottom and make small farting noises when i flap them. Point and laugh if you will, I will mind you not, for i shall be there, high above, soaring through the ether, bum-wings all a flutter and I shall laugh a hearty laugh and YOLP my mighty viking YOLP and shout to the four cardinal winds... "HOLY CRAP! ARE YOU SEEING THIS? CHECK IT OUT! I GOT WINGS COMIN' OUT OF MY BUTT!"

And then I shall awake again, raise my groggy head from the slump and dint of the keyboard and quietly press... "send"

I just sat down... cracked the knuckles and am about to embark on a journey through the very eye of madness itself, falling into the dark world of the strange and the fur-coated... stopping briefly to admire the vista outside the sooty psych ward windows of my coffee induced haze and finally emerging at the crossroads of a deserted stretch of highway somewhere between the freak show and the fog. Walk with me, won't you? Lets sit in the smoke and admire the clouds a while.

Lee Tockar (AKA Dr. Frogg)