Ok, So I’m A Hardhead. Sue Me.

My funny black and white comic of Bryan bonking his head on a beam that makes the building collapse. Drawn by artist Bryan Skinnell.

“You are so doggone hardheaded!!”

Heard that line before? I certainly did. I was accused of this very crime many times from various ones but mostly from my poor dear mother tasked with the job of raising me into an honest southern gentleman, God bless her. Lord knows it takes nerves of steel, a truckload of prayers, and a bundle of switches to raise a hardheaded youngin. I think my dear mamma met her match with me. I’ll give her credit though. She succeeded in making me a southern boy despite her own mid-western ways but my becoming a true gentleman took about as well as soybean burgers at a Baptist BBQ. We can’t win them all I guess.

I can remember one silly episode from my childhood days at Body Camp Elementary when I couldn’t have been more than seven or eight years old and my class was sitting in the cafeteria finishing up lunch. I don’t know what possessed me to say it but I said to my buddies and comrades around me that I had a hard head. It wasn’t meant as a brag or flaunt and I’m not even sure why I even said it at all? Maybe it was just a bumbling attempt on my part to get some conversation started? I don’t know and I can’t rightly remember now. But my little boast certainly did get some conversation and action started. For one by one each one of those dunces around me took turns bonking my head with their fists with amazement and delight just to test how hard my head really was! Which passed with flying colors. I was starting to feel a little silly (and woozy) after a few knocks and decided to put a stop to it after Matt pulled out a math book to clobber me with.

Ok, so I’m hardheaded and hopelessly set in my ways. I ought to change that but I’m too doggone stubborn to be anything else.

Why hello there! My name is Bryan Skinnell and I am a middle-aged (50-ish) artist and neighborhood kook who is living the artistic and creative life out in the boonies of Bedford, Virginia. Bedford is one of the largest counties in the commonwealth of Virginia and, for the most part, it’s still a mostly rural one that bridges the gap between Roanoke and Lynchburg. You could say, in more ways than one, that Bedford is the heart of Virginia. I can’t argue with that although I usually think of Bedford more as Virginia’s belly button myself.

I grew up right here in Bedford and have lived and toiled most of my life on our infamous red clay. The sort of clay that makes the stickiest mud known to man after a rain and which clings like super glue from God to anything and everything it touches. If you are so foolish as to get it on yourself you’ll wind up tracking and leaving a trail of red goop everywhere you go for days afterwards to the delight of your family and friends. But I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else and Lord knows I tried as I’ve wandered from one end of the country to the other. But Bedford has my heart and that’s where I’ve chosen to live my life today. In my free time when I’m not stuck in my studio making art I do love being outside gardening or hiking or just pestering the neighbors.

Every day I try to write something that’s original, entertaining, and half-way thoughtful here on my blog while sharing my happy-go-lucky attitude and zest for life. Quite often I don’t have the foggiest notion of what I’ll end up saying in a post. But, whatever I end up writing about, I do hope you enjoy it!

I do keep a mailing list for interested readers and fans. If you would like to get in on the action and follow my musings and rabble-babble, that can be easily arranged. Just give me an email address that you would like for me to send my blog posts to and I’ll see that you get it.

Thanks for stopping by!
Bryan Skinnell

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