time to-a-go-go

being that i almost get into a car wreck if ever a slam-on-the-brakes-worthy RV comes into sight and have to wipe drool off the steering wheel when kickass chevy/dodge vans are in the vicinity...

kevin cyr is, most definitely, a man worth some well-deserved admiration.

and it looks like he's invented that most covetous item of all - the snail home to go, for human bicycle people!

want!

if you've got a heart, then gumby's a part of you!

so long, mr. magic!

R.I.P. Art Clokey

"Goliath, do you think Mr. Clokey went to heaven?"

"I don't know Davey...but i'm going to guess that yes. yes he did.

and all the clay people said....YAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!we love you mr. clokey!!! thanks for all the adventures.

blue

this has been a totally depressing day and like some stupid perfect patty world in a phillip k. dick book, i am online bathtub hunting, for no reason other than escape and wishing the room below was somewhere near. somewhere by a beautiful body of water in the middle of nowhere, where i could take a bubble bath, drink a glass of wine and have a good cry.

it's a cool italian website though and should be inspiration for the creation of more colored appliances, bathtubs, showers and the like worldwide. ***sigh

hair bears! no wait.

poor bald bears...they look so sad & weird.

these furless ladies are all in a zoo in germany and supposedly suffering some sort of unknown, possibly genetic ailment.
i don't know about that (and suspect overexposure to plastic!) but think it's revealing how similar they look to prehistoric models you'd see in the natural history museum.
compare this to below:

 

it's not a great picture but i don't really feel like digging too deep.
however, it might mean...somebody forgot to add fur to all those fossils.
then, instead of creepy dinosaurs, we'd have something closer to this:

HAPPY (belated) 40th BIRTHDAY SESAME STREET! thank you most of all for the letter "A" and the number 12!

half-pint ponies

pack your bags and your sugar cubes QUICK! i just found out the American Miniature Horse Registry Convention is November 5 & 6^th in Orlando, Florida...and that's in about ten minutes.
after a weekend trip to a tiny two-pony (extra-tiny) town – Julian, CA – and a mad email exchange with a girl who lives with a unicorn, the miniature pony infatuation has been fully reignited.
if Orlando doesn’t happen tomorrow (and i’m not really into Florida or having any money or traveling at the speed of light at the moment so it won’t), there is a mini pony chariot race next September in Tulsa that probably shouldn’t be missed.
start saving your pony pennies now!
until then i’m tiding myself over with the thought of getting Babiton a best friend for life from Toad Hill.
because Happy Horses = Happy Kids!
And unless you object Cobi, i think it's going to be Little Miss Kibbles here:
although i do have to admit Sid was a close contender:
ok.
fine...
both then!

spice of life

it seemed like such a waste to fill this spice container with spices, mostly because once filled...we'd have no idea what was in them. so. i got some moss and made 12 mini terrariums.
from this:
to this!
quite a satisfying project that corresponds well with our recent foray into the world of micro-farming.
many a homegrown meal has been enjoyed from the basil, parsley, arugula, rosemary and waaaaayyyy too spicy peppers growing on the porch!
here's an excellent tutorial for building your own moss terrariums:
BUILD a moss terrarium all your own
as a caveat, i want to state...while researching how to make one of these green beauties, i learned...yes, moss takes forever to establish itself and yes, it is environmentally not nice to do massive amounts of moss harvesting.
i guess to counterbalance that i'd suggest only using small amounts of moss to limit environmental impact.
that being said, i, of course, live in a dry, essentially moss-free terrain and had my mailed to me from the east coast.
whoops. will make up for this eco-blunder some other way.

don't leave me hangin' on the telephone...

feeeeeeeedback, originally uploaded by doll bombs.

call 1-800-PURRS-ALOT and kick them nasty thoughts.
mimi got smack.