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Captain Action, Mighty Hero

Captain Action, Mighty Hero

I was a child of the 1960’s. I was 10 in 1966. In 1967 I received a Captain Action action figure for my birthday. Neither of these figures are the original one, since he is now resting in pieces. (I do have all the pieces.) The Spiderman suit is part of a Christmas gift from 1968, though not the mask and the boots. Superman was a rare find as a collector in about 2003. His boots are held together with tape and rubber bands, but the rest of the costume is in very good shape. The Lost in Space Robot came from E-Bay, and I got him for only four dollars. Needless to say, these things are priceless to the child who still lives inside me. I play with them often.

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March 6, 2014 · 2:01 am

Breaks from School

Breaks from School

Once again a little ice is on the roads and we miss a day of school. And on a State testing day! Today was supposed to be one of the very last TAKS tests. High stakes tests in this State were intended from the beginning to make us fail and prove that public schools are unworkable. The powers that be want to take public education money away to use for private schools and for-profit schemes. They think of education as a commodity meant only for those who can afford it. The stone-age thinking among rich Texans has iced us over. So, I sit at home impotent and waiting to hear how we will proceed. We have to get educating again or the dinosaurs are going to eat us.

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March 3, 2014 · 11:03 pm

Rooster Riding

Rooster Riding

In the early 90’s I created a comic strip called Hidden Kingdom. It was about three inch fairies, pixies, and creatures that live among us and have their own kingdoms and empires hidden in our world. They, of course, were of a size that allowed them to use creatures like chickens as riding beasts. That is the source of the idea behind this Paffooney. The fairy princess and her bug-boy servant are taking a ride.

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March 2, 2014 · 11:01 pm

To Dance in Heaven

To Dance in Heaven

Sometimes I think of a Paffooney as a cartoon poem. Such is this one. I drew it a long time ago when I went through a quasi-religious phase and imagined myself turning inward as the Asian religions do.

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February 22, 2014 · 9:07 pm

The Ice Alchemist of Frozencastle

The Ice Alchemist of Frozencastle

This blue wizard, Viktor of Frozencastle, has a penchant for making fire magic, even though it will ultimately melt his house. His son Davion tries hard to put out the fires and keep his father from drinking too much evil ale, but when dealing with an icy eccentric who loves a good fire, you have to expect a burst of the worst (or is that spelled “wurst”?)

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February 20, 2014 · 3:55 am

“Yay!” Says my Daughter, the Sun

Mickey now has 1001 likes on his WordPress posts. Whooda thunk thet Gooof wood git so dang far?

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February 19, 2014 · 3:16 am

Self Portrait

Self Portrait

For those of you who thought that my Gravatar picture was the real me, here’s what I looked like on February 15th. I am older than in my previous pictures. I am grayer and hairier and wrinklier. I am also a little more bonkers than I ever used to be. I am an ESL Teacher (English as a Second Language. I write science fiction and fantasy. I was a Cowboy for 23 years, a Wildcat for one year, and have been a Ranger for the last seven years.

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February 16, 2014 · 9:53 pm

The Wildest Discovery of the Week

The Wildest Discovery of the Week

If you Google the word Paffooney, most of what you get in the results is me. Do an image search for the word and you get a gallery of my artwork. By making up a word for my picture posts, I have created an interesting hold on Google searches that I hope can prove useful for advertising my work. Try it out.

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February 15, 2014 · 9:17 pm

I am for a moment… honest

I am for a moment... honest

My son Henry (not his real name, in fact, the name of his great great uncle) went into the hospital yesterday. Today I learned the diagnosis. He is going to be all right. The hardest part is past. My son Dorin (not his real name either) and I got back from the hospital in Denton where we visited Henry for as long as the doctors would allow. Serious, but not about to beat us. Sad, but not going to make me cry, at least… not any more… well, at least,,, not tomorrow.

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February 14, 2014 · 4:00 am

Do not be Sad, My Son

Do not be Sad, My Son

We will be strong in the future. We will grow and be great.
We will not break in the strong wind. But we will bend to make it happen.

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February 13, 2014 · 3:05 am