It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents--except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.--Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, Paul Clifford (1830)
Okay, I couldn't resist! Let's try that again...
Say it, Evinrude, Evinrude, Evinrude! Ahhhhh, he comes to life from the depths of a darkened basement in somewhere Kentucky. Preceeded by a dank and moldy smell, peeeyooo!!! A dry rattle announces: He has arrived!!! Give him a minute to focus his googly eyes and then ...
WATCH OUT!!!
His eerie voice echos "I vant to suck your blahd!!!"
Obviously, I've had way too much sugar tonite!
Cate, Cate, Cate ... I LOVE HIM!!!
He's sitting on a shelf where I can see him every day!!!
He's sitting on a shelf where I can see him every day!!!
Thanks so much!!!
4 comments:
That Cate, she's so creative and I love the look of this gourd. It has that Burton-esque feel. . . so cool.
Wow, Phin...I can tell he's found the right home! Love the different scenarios you've built around him!!!
Wow!! He is so cool! I can't wait to see him the next time I come over. He's soo very you, Phin.
Cate, absolutely amazing!
Now, THAT is something! There's a whole universe behind that Goog!
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