Friday, June 20, 2008

Wednesday-- woo!

General Mung-Tongue's Escape From Tilapia Island is basically made up of a couple of cool guys known as Paul and Lane-- weaving magical tales through the fantastic medium known as techno music.

It was only fitting that we showed up dressed as Jazzercise Instructors.

I'm going to miss Jacksonville when it's time to leave again.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Whenever I go home for vacation,

I just want to write some kind of housewives' manifesto.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

We decided

That a babysitting gig should always be a team effort.
After all, I need the money, now that jobs are scarce back home

And hey-- it's an honest living. Especially when you have a soundtrack to back you up.

Monday, June 16, 2008

The Bitter End.

And everyone on either side of the Iron Curtain lived happily ever after.


Sunday, June 15, 2008

...But not as much as communism loves kids.

I think I made Mickey Mao a little too pretty this time.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Kids love communism.

It's a simple fact.
Why do you think Barney always told us to share everything?
Somewhere in middle America is a lonely little Marxist girl, dreaming of having the best Christmas ever.

Poor Dave. Always holding up the Eastern European references on his Slavic shoulders.
(This is really just a ridiculous inside joke that doesn't stop.)

Friday, June 13, 2008

By popular demand,

This week's running theme on my blog: communism.

The root of my friends' obsession with commies, runs back to my days at Douglas Anderson School of the Arts. Mr. Wilson's printmaking room, a favorite haven for my friends and I, shortly became a clubhouse for the Communist Club, the unofficial Douglas Anderson chapter of funny-hat-wearing art majors who liked the style of communism. It was a great fashion statement more than it was a political statement; but more than anything else, "commies" was our favorite punchline to every joke. And it still is.

Clockwise, from top: Bailey Romaine Lettuce, Mr. Wilson, Chuck Shuck, Paul Wall, Kelly Pope, myself, Kylie White, Andre GrĂ¼ber (deported to Venezuela, June 2007), and Christine Miller.

And now, my friend Arlando and I have decided to carry on the legacy through song and synth.

This is a salute to my lovely leftist readers.
There is also more to come in the next couple of days.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Saturday, June 7, 2008

The things that happen

...When you come back home after a long while, are priceless.

Nobody saw this coming. I mean, my ex's prom date + me = freaky telepathic connection? This scenario is so random and uncomfortable and funny that it's AWESOME.

I probably shouldn't think it's that hilarious; but it's just one of those things you have to laugh at, in time.