Wednesday, January 28, 2009

While you were sleeping...

Here is a story that has both sad parts and happy parts...

While Cecil was sleeping, I was thinking. I don't sleep much because I can't close my eyes because my eyes are just dots drawn on with a Sharpie.

I was thinking it's Not Fair that Cecil and Garv Ballooon Clown have to earn all the money for our little family. No, Not Fair At All. So when I heard on the radio that a talent agency was looking for models, I thought, Great! Here's my chance to contribute!

So I went down there to audition for an infomercial. I wanted to get the part of the Gorgeous Blonde Lady that helps Fast Talking Man sell stuff. I really wanted that part! the part I was born to play, I think...

So when my turn came, I looked right in the camera and gave a big big big smile and said "Please explain me how is this cook pot working!" Then I turned slightly to show my cleavage to its best advantage.

Well, I didn't get the part. That's the sad part of the story. I went back home to the shopping cart under the viaduct and Cecil the Talking Mime was still sleeping. As I snuggled back up into his elbow, I reflected on my showbiz carreer, and what a fickle wretched business it is. After being chewed up and spit out by the machine, with all the best years of my life stolen in the name of that gauzy film called Fame, I was lucky to be alive...all things considered...

Later, Cecil let me hold his cigarette while he threw up in the gutter. That's the happy part of the story.

Monday, January 19, 2009


I just read the craziest thing in the news!

Listen to this...

"Disgruntled Tenant Trashes Rental Before Eviction
Washington DC - Municipal housing authorities report that a local man destroyed the interior of the home he was occupying with his family, allegedly because he was upset at losing his lease on the property. The home, located at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, was left in an unlivable condition and may need to be condemned, according to Housing Commissioner Max Durbish. "I can't believe the mess," Durbish said. "There's piles of empty Natural Light cans in the Briefing room, dog crap under the executive desk, and I don't even want to talk about the bathrooms. Apparently he's been wiping his ass with the Constitution."

The tenant, whose term of occupancy ends tomorrow, is required by DC law to turn over the property in good condition, but instead left behind several illegible spray-painted messages on the walls of the Oval Office and some unidentifiable stains in the Lincoln Bedroom. In addition, he used a Sharpie to draw mustaches on all the portraits of former residents, except for those who were already bearded. In those cases, he removed their beards with White-Out.

"I knew they was no good when they moved in," said neighbor Frank Pfister. "Them and that no-good hick from Wyoming. Damn hillbillies brought down the whole neighborhood."

The Tenant, who authorities have not identified, was last seen wandering around the outside of the home, drinking Jim Beam from the bottle and muttering something about a hidden key. "Throw me outa my own goddam house...goddamit!" he reportedly said before falling to his knees and throwing up in the Rose Garden.

It is unknown at this time if the tenant has legal representation."

Wow! What a story! I didn't know people could act that way, did you?

Makes you think...

Friday, January 16, 2009


Hello. I'm very quiet now, because Cecil the Talking Mime is sleeping.
Isn't that cute? He snuffles while he sleeps.

Sleep, silent angel!


Don't spill that bottle of Thunderbird

Friday, January 9, 2009


We traveled for blocks and blocks and blocks. Some white stuff fell out of the sky on us. I don't know what it was. I hope it wasn't radioactive fallout. I hope it wasn't any kind of fallout at all, but mostly I hoped for not radioactive.

Later we were in a cave and someone else was there, too.

There was an argument about coardboard or something.

I'm not sure, I couldn't hear properly...

Thursday, January 8, 2009

The road; being on it

Well, Christmas is over. All twelve days of it. Some monks celebrate Christmas all the way into February, but I'm not a monk. I'm also not a monkey, although some monkeys are made of socks, just like me! I'm related to monkeys!

Guess what? I'm gone! Not just a little bit gone, but Real Gone with a capital RG. When the other decorations come back to the box they'll find a little snowman shaped space where I used to be, and that space will be empty.

Christmas ending always makes me a little sad. Also a litle bit happy. A lot of things are like that. My new friend says being with me is like taking a one-way bus to Ambivilania. That's funny...

I have new friends! Yay! I ran away from Mystery Murderer, who is also my friend, only to find new friends, who may also turn out to be my enemies. Balance...always strive for balance...

One new friend is Cecil the Talking Mime. He's the one who said that thing about the bus. He likes buses; in fact, I met him under a bus while I was looking for a piece of gum and he was sleeping or something. I'm not sure what it was he was doing; it was dark. Maybe he was trapped in an invisible box. I like the dark. I may have mentioned that already...

...anyway, Cecil is my new friend and now we're on the road together, running away from our personal demons and chasing our dreams. Actually, he does the running and I just ride along in his shopping basket...I can't run 'cause I don't have feet. Socks, but no feet...

...that's funny.


HappySad Snowman, RG