We were having way too much fun with my friend Zach, who was trying to get his “elevator pitch” together. (I’m going to let y’all Google that one) Anyway, here it is, a bundle of cuteness… Zach Translates for Mo–The Resume
I’m working on a commission for The Sexy Armpit, a blog about pop culture in New Jersey. It’s a great site and I’m proud to be a part of bringing its slimy green mascot character, Sludgey, to life.
Bit by bit, he is taking shape. Next come layers of green fleece “slime”.
This past weekend I participated in a hilariously muddy, filthy, wet n’ rugged race called Warrior Dash. And of course, I always have to bring Puppatoons into the event, so, I put a small creature on top of my helmet I wore:
Skoop Daloop, my lucky running mate, and:
My Warrior Mo shirt I painted for the occasion.
Actual race pics after the jump. I figured somebody out there might want to see one or two.
This is adorable beyond belief. I love how the kid says “Woo-hoo!” while being devoured by the tyrannosaurus!
I found this little gem on YouTube..the song is a bit long (still, kudos for choosing “Soul Man”), but the kids are doing a pretty good job of lip synch and keeping the puppets upright. The true comic genius,however, comes from the little guy on the end with the trumpet. He’s got some great timing working.
I have no idea who these characters are, but they are adorable!
Seriously, folks, I’m totally blown away (no pun intended) after tonight’s episode of LOST. I just need a horse, even if it’s just a Breyer Model, named Blackrock Dynamite. I think I read on Twitter that someone wants to nominate The Black Rock Dynamite for an Emmy as a special guest star. XD
Anyway, just had to scribble my fictional horse. He’s extremely unstable, and will blow up before you can speak!
I can barely express my delight at finding this skit with Christopher Walken as a gardener who is deathly afraid of plants so he put googlie eyes on them.
I use this picture as an icon in a couple of places, and now I’m getting rather attached to it. It might be fun to dress up the ol’finger and film a few clips of it and see how it looks.
But there’s an interesting (well, okay, at least to me) story here. The photo was taken at the assisted living facility where my grandmother now resides. An entire houseful and lifetime of stuff was sorted, sold, given away, etc.and my grandmother is down to one room’s worth of her possessions. How this little metal hat survived the great cull I have no idea, but I posed the question to my dad where the heck this hat comes from, and it’s much older than I thought!
Dad asked Grandmother about the hat (which used to always sit next to a tiny figure that was a cigarette-smoking dog–I thought the hat belonged to the dog). However, her memory of times and places is now very strange, and she insisted that it had something to do with Huey Long, who was the Governor of Louisiana from 1928 to 1932 and as a U.S. senator from 1932 to 1935. We live in and are from Georgia, and I’m not even sure if Grandmother has even been to Louisiana, so this story didn’t quite check out.
Dad happened to run into someone over the weekend who seems to have had an iPhone, and the story about the hat came up. Long story short, young tech guy with iPhone managed to Google the little hat and discovered that it is most likely a collectible from the 1928 election in which Herbert Hoover was running against Alfred Smith. Smith’s trademark was apparently brown bowler, or “derby” hat,and various campaign favors were given out in the shape of hats.
So if the hat ever falls into my possession, we’ll call the resulting character Al. It’s great to finally know where it came from!
I get some of my warped sense of humor from my mother, and I finally decided to produce some evidence. I started a blog of nothing but the silly notes she’s left for me for the past two decades after I finally started saving them. It’s simply called “Notes from Mother”, and I hope you take a look and get a giggle or two out of it. Permanent link is in the sidebar.
Mother’s usual signature in her notes.