Archive For 2007

Some superb gifts I received from my friend Stormi :

Yes, he really swims!

Next: a platypus designed (apparently) for dogs to chew upon — with eggs inside! (Also chewable!!) (And, of course, “replacement egg babies”!)

Live platypus birth! :

(Sadly, there are not actual little baby platypuses inside the furry eggs.) : |

Fortunately, our dog expressed profound indifference to both the platypus and her furry egg babies. (Fortunate for the DOG, that is — cause platypuses have sharp venomous claws on their feet. Don’t mess with the platypus; you have been warned…)

(Platypuses? … Or “platypi”? … I must research this …)

To Stormi I say: muchas, muchas gracias, lady! You’re the GREATEST!!

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

We went to Kari’s sister Amy’s house today, for some post-Thanksgiving pie, etc. And she told a brief tale:

One of her kids (Joey, age 5??) apparently had been complaining about his life. (You know — as kids are wont to do…) And he said something like, “You don’t know what it’s like. You had it easy when you were growing up.” (Which I thought was pretty funny in itself…)

So Amy explained that, no, actually, she had an alcoholic father, who rarely talked to them, etc.

He seemed to understand…

Well, after they talked, Joe’s dad Clark called, and Joey said, “I’m sorry Dad … mom told me about your family, and I’m sorry. She told me about her dad too … you know, how he drank too much root beer and it changed his body so he couldn’t even talk anymore.”

Then Joey hands her the phone, and Clark’s first words are: “What in the hell is going on there?”

You can’t make this stuff up.

Hope our kid is half as interesting as theirs are……

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

Cause in Minneapolis, when you take the bus you see stuff like this:

SlideShow here

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

A couple more creatures, in progress.

(What would I do without “Great Stuff” triple-expanding sealing foam? I’d be lost: Lost, I tell you.)

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

Since this blog is now a) officially pointless and b) officially narcissistic, here is some “art” that I’ve been workin on lately.

They’re still works in progress, of course — but, then, they’re unlikely to improve, much, either… So, let’s just call the fuckers done.

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

For the 1.2 people who [MIGHT] give a shit, this blog is mine again. I’m the only one who posts on it (and, no doubt, the only one who reads it). So, if you were a so-called “contributor,” you are no longer such. And stuff.

So basically this is yet another of the 983,928,332 blogs out there that serve no purpose whatsoever, other than to take up bandwidth and clog up the series of tubes and make people not get their emails on time to vote on important pieces of legislation.

(Sorry about that.)

Let me be CLEAR!@!

This is not a big truck!!!!

That is all.

dustin

(yes, that is my real name — or, one of them…)

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

“
and green vegetables in it were Belgian and the peas American.
are! I am so straightforward that I shall have no chance with you.”
across to Africa. There he fell foul of Bluff Number Two. Sturdee did
again I shall see the faces of a Belgian bread-line. They blot out the
ambulance with them to England, where they wish nothing so much
armour from the barbette and climbed up through an opening which
allow a carload of wheat to keep a carload of soldiers from reaching
and so do my countrymen. I begin to enjoy my hate. It is one of the
adding, as if to put him in full possession of her reasons: “It
At intervals, just as in the military zone in France, sentries stopped us
all those cleanly, well-behaved men in khaki are a part of the
agree. Good war is to have millions of shells and vast reserves ready
“

Ah, it’s like poetry. Poetry that tries to sell you Viagra.

Now THAT’S Post-Modern!

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

We’re havin’ a wee little baby human!

Actual size:

Artist’s rendering:

And, look! It’s got your eyes!! :

We’re looking for unique names — so any suggestions are welcome.

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)

Cause (apparently) they like this sort of thing, and consider it a form of “toy.”

(“I’ll file this under ‘H,’ for ‘Toy.'”)

(Or, “W,” for “Creepy Talisman Made By Deranged Child Who Wants To Torment His Pet Bird.”)

(But, then, I should really just shut my bloody trap. Shouldn’t I.)