Here’s a happy little fellow. These flying fish really do fly. 🙂 Apparently they enjoy warm weather as much as I (and Wallie) do.
It was the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Why the Imp and I had decided to draw Sherlock Holmes as a dinosaur beggared all explanation. He wasn’t even wearing a deerstalker. Oh yeah. Believe it or not, this dinosaur was inspired by Sherlock Holmes.
When Wallie and I were faced with today’s prompt, we were in a bind. We knew that if this blog is to survive it must, well, go on. But when it came to “Survival” we were stuck. “Write about your dying blog,” said my Friend. “Write about fighting for its life.” Wallie was more interestedContinue reading “Wallie on Survival”
Yesterday, the Imp and I read a most provocative post prompt. The “Brand New You, Effective Tomorrow,” was very interesting to me—I have a secret itch to be the hula hoop artist in Cirque du Soleil—but Wallie was indignant. He couldn’t think of anyone he would rather be. He told my friend in Impish (theContinue reading “Eight Arms and Six Eyes”
Wallie the Imp tells me mortality is all in the definition.
Wallie the Imp and I flatter ourselves we do quite well under pressure. This is another story.
“But where do the ideas come from?” It was a warm summer evening, sticky, stifling, but his aching limbs were somehow relieved by the lulling intensity of heat. He was tired. Very tired. And it was such an old question. “Grandpa…”
The truth of the matter is, in addressing this confessional prompt—that is, the call to describe a time when you were furious out of your senses—Wallie, my Friend, and I were unwilling to think beyond acknowledging that we had perhaps known anger once, prior to evolvement.
When my Imp and I realized today’s prompt for the Daily Post, we were naturally eager to participate. But our interest was in no way matched by the whole-hearted enthusiasm of my Friend. He threw himself into the creation of a planet as if it were the end of the world. Wallie the Imp wasContinue reading “Planet of the Imps”
Try to ignore Wallie’s bad posture in the picture above. He is an Imp, and Imps are notorious for bad posture. Wallie loves to travel. The other day I asked him, “Wallie, is there anywhere you wouldn’t like to visit?”