Friday, September 19, 2008

McCain's Party Hat

To Clarify

No, dear sir, the word Tumescent is NOT in reference to the odor of one's belly.


Monday, September 15, 2008

Mickey Slipped

It was one of those out-of-the-blue ticklish times, akin to being plooped roughly atop a faux-Muppet-seque Skin area rug and, in a poor man's Frank Oz, demanding to be called Sweetums while dribbling copious amounts of forehead sweat across the flushed nape of a Driving School Instructor in Swine headgear. Images of a fleet of poorly driven Le Cars sputtering and weaving through a dimly lit and mildy dampened tunnel strobe through your head; as do the imagined WHISH-WHISHING sounds of hurled Lew Zealand-Weaponized Fish pinwheeling past your goggled mind's eyes--eyes of a googley nature, black dots on white spheres, clearly disconnected from any optic nerves, ricocheting hither and non within plasticine orbs.

What was in that Malted?

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

The Minnesota State Fair distilled down to One Image