Sometimes I can’t believe the amount of talent my friends possess. I try to stand close to them and see if 0.00001% will rub off on me but according to “real life” talent is something that is natural, not gained proximity . Still though, I am always impressed by their creativity, whether it be through writing, singing, art or gabbing on an entertaining video. If I choose to, I don’t have to leave my little circle of friends to find entertainment because brother, if talent was a business, it’d be a boomin’ with these beautiful people.
Remember that show “Small Wonders” from the mid to late-eighties? You know, the father is an inventor and builds his son a sister because he had a vasectomy too soon? I think that’s the story? Anyway, I loved this show as a kid and had a bit of a crush on the android V.I.C.I. (Voice Input Child Identicant) who was played by Tiffany Brissett. (I have confessed this before on this blog) It’s was a great little sitcom, very reminiscent of Nick@Nite shows of the 1950’s.
The other children, however, were a casserole of nonsense. The red-head, Harriet, was one of the most annoying gingers in the history of neighbor co-starts. She made the Ochmonek’s from ALF look like Brad and Angelina who always want you to come over to sit in the hot tub, drink beer and eat steak while we have Angelina speak sentences that start with the letter ‘B’ like, “Buttered bread beats blue beets by being better.” Because her lips are big. Have I lost you yet? Wait!
The brother, Jamie, is equally as annoying with a face of a little politician. My boy, Bo, and I agree that he should have grown up to be a Newt Gingrich but the course of nature had other plans.
All of this is irrelevant! The point of this post is to show off a great gift from my pals over at the wonderful Lost Story Studios in Chapel Hill, NC. And you need to check them out. They’re going to be big.
It’s a half eaten zombie V.I.C.I. holing the severed-jawless head oh Harriet!!! And it’s mine! There is so much great about this, I don’t even know where to start.
Thank you Bo and Brockton! You guys are amazing. I owe you mucho beer and gin. See ya at the Mad Monster Party in a few weeks!
Casserole of Disaster 
I feel the same way about my friends. I can’t believe such interesting people will have anything to do with me. Maybe instead of them rubbing their talent off on me (heh), I can get some of my mediocrity to rub off on them. It doesn’t improve the planet but it does level the playing field.
Casserole of nonsense? Sounds deliciously bland.
Um…YOU ARE ONE OF THE TALENTED!
Um…I can’t do ANYTHING. I hurt myself SLEEPING last night. I once exploded a bag of split peas trying to make a pot of soup and it took me literally YEARS to get them all cleaned up. I once tried to open a bottle of wine with a steak knife. I am a mess. I am a casserole of disaster.
I read your blog at work a loud. You are a funny talented woman and a friend. See? You. That’s you.
Thank you, Willbill, that is kind of you. Mostly I’m just concerned for your co-w*rkers.
Anyone who casually references the Ochmonek’s gets a pass for life from me. You’re the best, Will.
Thanks dude! We have a connection through ALF.
For a long time I thought I was a robot. My parents, when wanting to shut me up, would threaten to “turn off my switch” like V.I.C.I. Parenting.