Ah, horsefeathers

Watch the entire film featuring groucho, chico, harpo and zeppo on hulu.com

Scrabbled eggs

At long last, scrabble has found a home with the rockeys.

Bird is the word.

As in, "these guys are the..."

Cast of characters.

Elephantes blancos.

Finally, this is where my songs will hang their hats on the interweb

Get some rest.

Elevator music

Mere puppetry.

Casiotone def.

Blue jane baby.

Nostril extension.

KA BOOM

Remember Rock-Afire Explosion? They've been away far too long and it appears they've regrouped for a face-melting comeback.

Unless you're prepared to be swept away on a cloud of magical bliss, do not watch this video. Otherwise:



Apparently we have a documentary to look forward to.

Laugh, baby, laugh

He was a man...

Find this movie. Rent it, buy it, send it to me as a gift.

Take me to The Fish

The following is a photo montage inspired narrative by Rachel M.

She had known it would be a dangerous mission. An unprecedented one. And now, it came to it.

Olivia took a deep breath as she prepared to address the crew through the new hi-tech orange intercom mic. The “mom” tattoo was still fresh on her chest as she suppressed her uneasiness.

“Today”, she firmly announced, “will go down in the annals of history. Today, there is no gender, no race, and, indeed, no country. Today, we are all humans, reaching out into the great beyond. Today, mankind is one... one against the striped subterranean sea that has plagued us and ruled us these last 142 years. Today, you stand for freedom for mankind, and I am proud to stand with you.”

“Captain, NO!” Her first mate burst forth in a craze, grabbing her by the legs and screaming. “It's too risky! We'll live with their tyranny, just don't do it!”

“Damn it man! Don't try to stop me! It's got to be done... in the name of justice.” Olivia and a few others pried him off. He ran to his quarters and wept.

Olivia steadied herself and prepared to meet the enemy head on. As the doors of her submarine chamber opened to the cursed sea, she stared, determined, into the unknown.

She stepped out from all that was familiar into the weightlessness of the striped water. No one knew much about the ones who held them captive from 50 miles beneath the earth's crust, but they did know that the Red-Striped Fish was their leader.

A greenback seahorse and aqua-bird were the first to meet her.

“Take me to The Fish.”

They guided her directly and silently to the one on the throne, an hour's swim away. Upon arriving, the pair hovered menacingly on either side of her.

Olivia cleared her mind and began the speech others had crafted, the one she had repeated countless times for the last two months.

“I have come as representative for the human race,” she started. “I come to--”

“Did you bring any Mentos?”

“Beg pardon?”

“Did you bring any Mentos with you?” the Fish asked again.

Olivia, taken aback and not quite sure what to think, answered,“Well, I, uh, I have a few Lifesavers... but they've been in my wet suit pocket for a while. At least a couple hours.”

“That'll do.”

She handed them to the seahorse, who delivered them to The Striped One.

“Mmm...oh, that's like heaven. Watermelon?”

“I believe so.”

Olivia collected herself and threw the memorized speech aside. “So, will you return the earth to its previous state and allow us autonomy once again?”

The Fish looked puzzled. “Oh... are things not going well up there?”

“Um, no... we'd like to live our own lives again.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” replied the Fish. “Consider it done. No problem.”

“Wow, uh, okay, great. Well, great to meet you, and good luck and everything.”

The swim back to the sub didn't seem to take half as long as on the way there. Back home, Olivia wrapped up warm and snug in her favorite duckie robe.

Mother was not pleased about the tattoo.

Congratulations Rachel! Your story has earned you a collection of six vintage cabbage patch kids 3-D holographic stickers (aka solar glowers)!

Why yes, that IS a unicorn. Enjoy.

Oh well, okay

Working hard while hardly working. So to speak. Several projects have been underway with the mustard room under quasi-renovation. Illustrations for the SOLD project, tees and hoodies for the strange brew and logos for amigo josh lemons' youth ministry, etc, etc, etc have been keeping me busy at home, while working only a handful of hours at the coffee house of other employment.

Leaving home for a few hours three days a week to make drinks for occasionally impatient patrons has been a tad painful after three short months of spending all day long with miranda and our beautiful baby girl. However, the benefits and free pound of coffee every week keep the complaints to a minimum.

One Horrell of a thanksgiving.

Promises to be an interesting first christmas for little olivia. For those wondering about gift ideas, ask us about her college fund.

Way back in november, we along with three other couples honoured the birth of our new babies and those babies who we've had to say goodbye to during a service at st. francis hospital's chapel. It was a beautiful ceremony thanks to the reading of a letter written to olivia by our amazing friend JJ.

The photo on the bottom right is my darling grandmother, JJ and her husband erik having an intense conversation about the drama surrounding one of their most beloved television programs, dancing with the stars. The exchange got pretty heated and they almost came to blows over differing opinions of who rightfully deserved to win the previous weeks competition. We're currently working on a reconciliation strategy between the two parties.

In other news...

Olivia has just recently discovered balloons and all their majesty. Behold.



Sorry to be away so long.

Let's never fight again