Sunday, May 26, 2013

Our Religious Counselor, Razputine…

Dear Friends,

A guest has come to stay vid us to with to look after the children and the Tsarina. Please now to welcome Monk Razputine. Bring him now with the tea, servants. He likes a little bit of the Wodka in the brew. Oh, oh, also now he is with the live herring and the candied toenail clippings in the brew. Vhat!?! He now vants with a plates of pickled sausage served by Marina, that pert little hussie, dressed only in saucy red neglige. 

Can we instead just have this man shot, shot again, stabbed, poisoned, stomped and dumped in to the freezing Moskva RiverVhat? I'm the freakin' Tsar! Get this nincompoop nannie out of the house. Do it now!!!

SCS ©2013

Friday, May 24, 2013

More Digital Manipulation…

Dear Friends,

Another manipulation of a Public Domain photo of one of the most terrifying heroes of my childhood. Can you guess who this fellow is?

I remain yours, as always, with one foot into The Twilight Zone,

SCS ©2013

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Terrapin Station…

Dear Friends,

Another old doodle. Kai Tools for the effects and an ancient Mac. 1989? Oh, a dose of The Mighty Grateful Dead.


Friday, May 10, 2013

Kesey and Company

Dear Friends,

Here's an old photo of an old friend many of us will recognize. He's sitting with his daughter? Niece? Granddaughter? I don't know, but it is likely something that floated without credit from the family to the 'Net. It's been slightly retouched with digits, but the essential spirit it conveys is, I think, intact.
Res Ipsa Loquitor,


Monday, May 6, 2013

Alan Turing…

Dear Friends,

This cat basically invented what we now call computing. He had some help from a notable Lady, named Ada Lovelace and several other folks going back to the 1800s, but Alan Turing pretty well put the cherry on top of the sundae in the midst of WW2. In so doing he might have saved the world from Fascism. His payment for such cleverness and heroism was to be chemically castrated for the crime of making love with another man.

He committed suicide. He felt unrecognized and did not like the fact that he was growing breasts. He ate a bite of an apple laced with cyanide and went unrecognized for decades due to the secrecy attached to his pioneering work. He is a hero of mine. As my fingers fly over these keys to telecommunicate with you, I am thinking of the gentleman who laid the rails for our present digital railroad.

Oh, and he really liked stories like "Snow White". He was a sublime cryptographer. Might there have been a secret message in the half eaten apple left on his desk by his open books of notes?

Hic Finis Est,


Sunday, May 5, 2013

Dear Friends,

Eureka! At last Humanity has created the Left-Handed Monkey Wrench!

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