Time-Lapse Video Attempt

Eggplant's Nightmare

Violent Rebirth

Violent Rebirth 1

Violent Rebirth 2

Peppers in Paradise

My friend David grows peppers. He grows lots and lots of peppers, mostly of the hot n' spicy variety on his back deck. His wife Lisa affectionately calls him “The Pepper Pusher” because when guests visit his jungle-like porch stuffed with plants, he invariably urges them to “try it – just try it!” Those who do not know much about Dave’s peppers are the foolish ones – they actually accept, and taste, a small piece of a red-hot nightshade. Lisa tries her best to urge these innocents against it but usually fails. The screen door from the house to the deck suffers the worst of these episodes. Picture the classic image from an old Warner Brothers’ cartoon: the character who just crashed through the wall has left a perfect silhouette outline of his body. Poor little screen! Dave merely snickers and smiles.

This summer, the ecotarium has proven to be a bit overwhelming even for The Pusher himself. Dave made the heart-wrenching decision to put up a few of his babies for adoption. I am now the proud foster mom of a beautiful chili pepper plant :-) Of what variety, I don’t know but they sure are purty! While I do enjoy the dangerous heat of a chili or habanero, I’m not so sure if I’ll be eating these guys, however. We’ll see…

I thought it might be nice to send Dave a photograph of his children in their new home. The image of the little hotties in their suburban backyard didn’t carry the message I wanted to send to their Dad. So, I placed them in a more exotic environment a la Photoshop. Chili Peppers in Paradise! (Hmm...sounds like a song, sung to the tune of "Cheeseburger in Paradise") Sorry, couldn't help myself.

Tribal Head

Last night, I had some fun doodlin' and doodlin' with my new 10-pack of Sharpies. When the page was about full, I noticed this sort-of "tribal head" had emerged, completely randomly. So I added a wee bit to the "nose" and "mouth" areas and voila! Ready for the dance. Or sumthin' like that...maybe.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia!

Happy Friday The 13^th! What, not so happy for you? Are you one of the thousands of people across the globe stricken with Paraskevidekatriaphobia? I didn’t make up the word; it really exists. It means “the irrational fear of Friday the thirteenth." Apparently, once you learn how to pronounce the word you’re cured! So get practicin’!

Pig (Part 2)

It seemed the weightless movements of this pig in the air was the only motion in the classroom. I must have been staring at the floor from the shelter of my cap’s brim for quite some time because when I looked up again, the spectacle had changed.

Pig

A life-size molded acrylic pig hovered inches above our heads. Its technicolor pink gave the naive form a humorous tone but no one was smiling. The swine’s mouth was open – would it vomit or scream? Its blank expression suggested neither but I wasn’t sure.

Have a Good Laugh

...and I laughed out loud when I watched this three-minute comedy sketch, "BP Spills Coffee". Very, very funny; well-produced, and smart. Alas, I also wanted to cry. But if you need a good laugh in spite of all the madness around us, take a look. It will be 3 minutes well spent :-)

BP Spills Coffee	UCBcomedy.com
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If My Blog Was a Dog

Yes, I’m beginning to grasp at straws. But when the The Funk wraps its black-gloved hands around my neck and chokes the breath out of me, I must use whatever means necessary to…to…produce something.

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If my blog was a dog, life would be different – my life, of course. Not yours, silly. Yes! I’d be inspired by…the Adorable, Irresistible, Cute and Ever-faithful Bloggie Woggie!