Slorn, Corallin, Billum, Brid, and Quisp

From left to right:

Slorn hopes to keep his paper mache wings from falling off by extending his arms against them. This will probably not work for long because the orb in the sky is about to drop much water on Ambigula. He does not see it coming, so let us hope that he lands safely very soon. Slorn, a full-blooded purploid, hopes to get better wings when he joins Ambigula’s Air Farce.

Cast of Characters

Corallin is trying to free Billum from a two-bladed scropulitic nose carver, a particularly destructive parasitic worm that is headed directly for Billum’s left nostril. Cora is acting swiftly to lift Billum’s nose away from the worm that has nearly bladed the poor guy. Nose carvers retract their sectional appurtenances in order to facilitate entry into the nearest available nostril. Corallin is also within range of attack through her right nostril.

Billum already has his hands full as he tries to distance the carver from his nostril. Actually, he has but one arm to free himself from impending doom, a decidedly unfortunate circumstance of Ambigulan evolution. Corallin is acting quickly, but there is not much time remaining to dispatch the pest. The dual blades pivot quickly. Note: a puncture to Billum’s index finger is also quite unlikely — the skin on that finger is too thick.

Brid, the meadow lark, is a parasite gobbler. Expect her to turn a full 180 degrees to dispatch the scropulitic threat. Brid’s beak is nostril-free and his feathers house symbiotic agents that paralyze nostril-carvers. The flick of a single feather releases enough antigens to not only immobilize the thrush but to destroy that rough beast within seconds.

Quisp, the cigarette-smoking slacker, is a turtleoid. His shell is obscured by the landscape behind him. Quisp tends the orchards of Ambigula. Working outside permits him to smoke on the job. He also possesses no nostrils, so he need not worry about the parasite that threatens Billum and his friend Corallin.

The fruit tree behind Quisp produces quench-and-quack rostules, a type of apple that is indigenous to Ambigula. Rostules provide essential vitamins such as Vitamin G and H. Unfortunately, they wilt like yesterday’s potatoes when exposed to Nicotine.

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Face-to-Face with Omicron

Reposted from Rosaliene’s excellent blog “Three Worlds One Vision.” The following paragraphs contain  my response to her excellent  blog blog entry FACE-TO-FACE WITH OMICRON.

There is indeed much about Omicron’s sneaky ways, you share your personal experiences with your soul, Rosaliene. Much written about Covid and its prodigies get delivered in a clinical way, with a penchant for data and graphs — the information conveyed this way is important, but actually having Omicron in your home brings out your and your motherly instincts tell the story at a family level.
The virus appears to morph in ways that are yet a mystery, this “variation” seems to follow a modus operandi that is being tested against the defense systems of homo sapiens. Such viruses have been tested over millions and probably billions of years, such measures of attack have found new and improved ways to do what they have always done and now have a record number of humans who are now even more prone to Covid-based virus attacks. The virus is now educated enough to know that humankind does not work well within its own tribal systems, divide and conquer do not work in a situation where we have to work with one another to defeat this common enemy.

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After more than twenty-one months of managing my pandemic anxiety, I have come face-to-face with the enemy: Omicron. I had lowered my defenses. I counted on my anti-vax son (hereafter called Sonny) who works in home renovations to alert me when exposed to someone infected with the virus. He had done that in December 2020 when his cousin’s wife had contracted the virus. At the time, when he also became sick, he self-isolated in his then newly rented apartment, adjacent to ours. His older brother took care of his meals.

The Omicron variant is different. When Sonny returned home on Thursday, December 30, after completing a two-month home renovation project in Palm Springs, he was unaware of Omicron’s sneak attack. He complained of general muscle pain, not unusual in his line of construction work, and spent the evening resting. He did not mention having a…

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Identifies Self As ME

Mileage may vary. I understand that his actual name may be MileagE, or not. I am making this stuff up as I go, so who am I to judge. Yellow, red and green are key to making sense of this spurious, but curious,  mechanism. Please enjoy your visit.

In Ambiguia, no individual is quite the same. This fellow stands within that spurious/curious machine. It designs wardrobes, hairstyles, and mood to create a look that fits the day, month, or year.

ME is using the mechanism to coordinate color combinations to achieve an effect. Here you see his appearance change in accordance with a mystery that has not yet been solved.

We’re not in Kansas anymore, as you may already recognize.

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A Couple of Good Friends

One of several sketches created over the weekend. A missing nose on (not on) the character to the left. A big eye and heavenly ear ring for the one on the right. Talking about 2022?  We can’t be certain, perhaps a few words on where to find a good dentist.

Target of Minneapolis (or is it St. Paul?) might be interested in hiring them. I will let you know as soon as more events hit the news cycle.

Another sketch in process for tomorrow on a completely different topic.

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Lord, Make Me a Channel of Disturbance: The "Reverse St. Francis Prayer"

A prayer from an unknown author, to my mind it speaks for this present moment as well.

Reblogged from “The Adventures of Almost – Parson Carson

The Adventures of Parson Carson

Lord, make me a channel of disturbance.
Where there is apathy, let me provoke;

Where there is compliance, let me bring questioning;

Where there is silence, may I be a voice.
Where there is too much comfort and too little action, grant disruption;
Where there are doors closed and hearts locked,
Grant the willingness to listen.
When laws dictate and pain is overlooked…
When tradition speaks louder than need…
Grant that I may seek rather to do justice than to talk about it;
Disturb us, O Lord.
To be with, as well as for, the alienated;
To love the unlovable as well as the lovely;
Lord, make me a channel of disturbance.
~ Author unknown

Chapel at the Jvaris Mlonastery near Tbilisi, Georgia by Caroline Carson, 2015

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