I found this story about Zac at Archie McPhees Blog.
This is what they said about Zac over at Archie’s :
1. Zac is awesome.
2. He toured Seattle.
3. The video of his tour was edited to a Jurassic 5 song.
4. He underwent an Archie McPhee chickenification process.
After watching the video, you may return to your normal life exactly 35% happier than you were before you watched it.
They do not lie at Archie’s.
So here’s the big news.
Miley Ray Cyrus is safe.
She has a stalker and he’s been caught and he is going to face Felony Charges.
OH THANK YOU GOD THE POP PRINCESS IS SAFE.
That makes one safe kid in the world.
However, in Puyallup Washington some Middle School Kids are walking down a busy road with no sidewalks because their bus service has been cut.
Somebody made the decision that it was okay for these kids to dodge busy traffic to get to school because- wait for it.
Crows can fly the route.
That’s right kids get to play Dodge Truck at six in the morning in the dark because it’s been decided that if a crow can navigatge this route so can a child.
A human one.
Hey now, this crow thing may sound strange
but
at least Miley Ray Cryus is safe.
I guess we can feel good about that.
I do wonder though- how did HER parents get that Crow to circle her head?
King Five News Story with video clip of the route HERE
my brother at his son’s memorial service
Yesterday on my way home from work I was thinking how much the world has changed in such a short period of time I think about my Nephew who is not alive to see it.
Sometimes the world is pretty awful and sometimes it’s pretty great and most of the time I like it and I’m sure he would have too.
Yesterday on my way home from work I saw this beautiful silver hearse pull up along side of my bus.
Okay, yes I noticed it,
That may sound weird but the fact is I drove black hearses ( which are boring and old school ) and that silver one?
It was a beauty.
So I’m watching this great looking car, which I could easily see myself behind the wheel of
when I see the Funeral Homes name stenciled, tastefully on the driver’s door.
It was a hearse from the funeral home that my Nephew went to after he died.
As a rule, that home doesn’t do a lot of work this far up North in our state.
So I suppose
on that day
at that time
when I was thinking about my Nephew
he was thinking of me too.
:::: A Twelve Day Journey To Christmas Day-
OR
Will Anita Marie Get Her Fiji Mermaid THIS Year?:::
Today
On Day Two
Readers Want To Know
Why the Hell Does This Woman want a Monkey/ Fish For Christmas?
Last year my nephew, who was dieing went into the hospital sometime around Thanksgiving. A few weeks later he went into a hospice and before his birthday in July he died.
I think it was just before Christmas when we went to see him in the hospital.
He was blind by then, he could still talk a little and he was very aware of everything going on around him, so my sister-the famous Esther- and my adorable baby brother who nick named me Cheetoh- our spouses and parents and kids all crowded into Andy’s bedroom and did what we always do when we get together.
We laughed and told stories …
and then it started to snow.
I was reading Andy stories from my blogs and for awhile everyone left the room but they hung around the door and I think that if there was any one reason for me to have been a writer – it was for that moment.
Because my nephew was proud of me.
I told him about writers and artists I’ve met on line- he knew you- my friends there at The Soul Food Cafe- Heather and Lori, Cle, and Jane, Gail and Jill. I told him about Sylvia and Vi and Lois and Winnie.. I told him about Max and Kitty and how they wrote screenplays- he was a movie fanatic you know.
I told him about the funny things that people write and how serious they are about their work and how one day the story I’m writing about a Werewolf who wants to be a Magician will be a book one day.
And when I was done he said, ” Oh Wow.”
Those were the last words he ever spoke to me.
I remember it was snowing.
So, at this time of the year when things are so hard for everyone-when most of what I feel tonight is grief because it is snowing and it is cold
you may be wondering: why do I write about my quest my very own
Fiji Mermaid?
Because Andy would have got one for me- that’s why.
He’d think that something like a Fiji Mermaid would be the perfect thing for me to find under my tree on Christmas morning.
In fact, I’m sure he still does.
So because he can’t get me that ultimate gift.
I WILL find her for the both of us.
You just wait and see.
a.m.
December 2008
::: this music clip is here because Andy loved the California Raisins when he was a little boy- and we used to call each other ” Cab ” because of the opening lines in this video-we used to run them together for fun- plus we loved the song- so enjoy::::
Same Planet, Different Worlds…
Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary
Day 983 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They
dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or
some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless
must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to
disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I
had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending
comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed
in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear
the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to
the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to
my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this
again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The
dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be
more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors
have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now …
:::where I got this from-my husband-who probably thinks my cat wrote it::::
I’m not a hard person to shop for at Christmas- I don’t care about stuff, I just like opening the packages and being surprised.
Which means that I’m really hard to shop for because people think that I won’t say what I want…and when I do give it up and say what I want those same people think I’m kidding so these are the things that I have asked for and have never, ever received and probably never will.
Knives.
I wanted a set of those fancy knives that all good Cooks have in their kitchens.
I’m actually a great cook and I’d have to be because I use one knife and it’s never been sharpened. So really I can work miracles in the kitchen.
In case you’re curious
I will probably never get a set of knives from anyone I know because I write about people getting their heads chopped off… A LOT…oh and I was a Mortician.
And I have a temper.
Next:
I have asked and asked and ASKED again for a
Fiji Mermaid.
Yes I AM serious.
I think they’re cool.
And after 35+ years of asking I haven’t seen a Monkey /Fish toy, model, picture or keychain under my Christmas tree.
I suppose I will never get a Fiji Mermaid because- geeze I don’t know, I guess it’s because when I’ve been asked, ” Are you serious? ” I just roll my eyes around and walk off.
Something with Two Heads.
Actually what I wanted was a Pickled Punk.
I wanted something in a jar that I could name Bixy or Lil’ Chunkles and all I know is that after years of begging I have an empty shelf in my room with no Jar…oh wait I do have one full of fake eyes that float in water but that doesn’t count because I bought it for myself.
I can’t explain the Pickled Punk no show under the tree situation. I guess there’s no way anybody in my family is going to go to a store and asked for something dead in a jar to give to someone at Christmas…even if that someone is me.
Well.
I can’t fault my nearest and dearest for not twisting Santa’s otherwise open and giving hand to give me the present of my dreams-
I did it to myself.
I just ask for weird stuff.
So.
This year I’m going traditional.
This year I’m asking for something old fashioned.
Okay.
Fingers crossed everyone
and
Merry Christmas!
Today in the Seattle P.I. I read a story about the one of the most interesting cats – so what made Cooper- you may be thinking- so interesting to a woman who has cats-one of whom got into a fight witha Pitbull and won?
Cooper is a photographer – the humans that keep his food bowl restocked are filmakers Michael and Deidre Cross. And given that Cooper has taken some very interesting pictures I’m willing to guess that Michael and Diedre have learned a lot from him:::
One of the comments I’ve run across asks if Coopers pictures are art- he doesn’t control the camera after all.
Look, this is what Cooper sees and not only is there art in that, there is poetry and there are stories too.
So you go Cooper, if anything it will drive home the point that the world is more interesting when we’re able to see it through something other then then our own mind’s eye.
::: More On Cooper’s Pictures At:::
Cooper Will Be Featured On Animal Planet Cats 101 Episode 1
I think I know what I can expect from
my little brother for Christmas this year
Why…you may be asking yourself … would Anita Marie’s brother give her something like
that?
Well….
When I was about 6 and my brother Doug was 5 years old Chiquita Banana had an ad campaign going on and from what I can remember this woman with a basket on her head used to sing about Chiquita Bananas
“I’m Chiquita banana and I’ve come to say –
Bananas have to ripen in a certain way-
When they are fleck’d with brown and have a golden hue –
Bananas taste the best and are best for you –
Music © 1945 Shawnee Press Inc.
Doug loved bananas, he loved that stupid song and he loved to tease me because he could.
So on the day that he discovered Chiquita Anita rhymed and he could sing about his favorite fruit and torture me all in one wonderful stroke he sang that song non-stop.
He sang it on the way to school, he sang it in the bathroom he called me up when I was playing at my friend’s houses and sang it over the phone.
You’d think that he would get bored with the Chiquita Anita thing. And he did. Good thing he discovered Cheetos.
It started off as Anita La Cheeto and then I became Cheeto La Frito.
I never lived it down and on the day they bury me he’s going to magic marker Cheeto La Frito on my headstone.
But over the years I’ve grown and matured ( unlike some OTHER people in our family ) and I’ve learned to deal with my little brother’s stupid sense of humor.
When we were younger every once and awhile I’d deal with it by going into combat mode and I’d spread the stories like the one about how my brother’s girlfriend was such a mean vindictive brat that her pet turtle ran away from home and how my brother went out in the middle of the night to look for it and stepped on it by accident.
Me and Doug are both older and wiser now ( well, that’s HALF true ), Cheeto La Frito is patient, and thoughtful and Cheeto La Frito has learned that male pattern baldness runs in our family.
I am so ready for this Little Brother
Everyone knows Cheeto La Frito shows no Mercy- and if they didn’t before…
Well they do now.
Love from
am
PLEASE NOTE
I am Thankful For:
Godzilla Movies- because when I was a kid it was nice to see a big monster make grown-ups ( who looked teeny tiny people ) cry like babies.
My husband- and I’m not saying that because I desperately want Pirate Boots for Christmas, I’m saying that because I’m going to GET Pirate Boots for Christmas.
My family who not only accept me in all of my weirdness they can do it with a smile on their faces ( okay, so they’re laughing hysterically, whatever- sometimes you have to take what you get )
My friends out here in the real world who put up with me in the cyber-world and support my writing- just by reading it- no kidding,-like it’s not enough to deal with me- on top of that they deal with my weird stories about cannibals and graveyards and the stuff I write here.
They’re Saints I tell you…SAINTS.
I’m also thankful for my Cats and my Dogs because they remind me everyday that I’m not an island, that what I do affects the world around me and that one good deed can without a doubt not matter-
but you should do them anyways.
And of course, I’m thankful for Bruce Campbell and David Tennant and Swing Music and of course Mozart.
So as I spend Thursday in self indulgence mode, I am going to be thankful for the world around me and for the people and thing inside of it
and I’m going to enjoy it all.
I hope you do to.
Happy T-Day
from
Anita Marie
My son is in this video.
It features
who are
a B-boy
( in case you don’t know A B-boy or B-girl is a person devoted to hip hop culture.)
group from Seattle, Washington.
This is a commercial.
In the first one he’s a scientist who gets hit with a fish, in the second he plays the same character and shows up with a clipboard AND A BEARD!).
Oh.
And he helped write it-
God help us all.
ps…i just figured out how my truck got those dents in the hood and on the roof…geeze kid…if it turns up in one of these things you are SO going to have to buy me an expensive gift.
VERY EXPENSIVE.
( for real Diego, I’m proud of you- for standing true to what you do and for being your own man…even if it involves getting hit with fish and sticking it on youtube
love from Mom …and Pops of course….)
behind the scene: massive monkees crash testing coosh
coosh crash test #2
more on Massive Monkees HERE
Massive Monkees put Seattle on the b-boy mapBy REGINA HACKETT
SEATTLE POST-INTELLIGENCER ART CRITIC :Story HERE
Irregular Bones 