Showing posts with label 2001. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2001. Show all posts

27.12.12

So Long 2012: A Da-da Retrospective of Unusual Shallowness and Symbolic Thingie (2 of 6)

2012 saw some interesting mindsets explored, and hopefuly expunged...


...as well as some blatant ape grabs at... well, at Anne Bancroft, among others, but this is to be expected.


While on the topic, 2012 also invariably saw many many obsessed apes.
Hey, you apes! Stop stroking that obelisk!
At least we now HAVE an obelisk. Cue soundtrack! Somebody throw the bone!

27.4.12

It's Arbor Day, and Da-da's Got Apes Again

Crap. It's Arbor Day and Da-da's obelisk-tree's got apes. AGAIN.

25.9.11

That Kubrick Look of Parenthood


Hey, you apes! Da-da said to give that obelisk a REST. Jeez, go attack the neighbors with a bone, or something.

5.3.11

That Midnight Look of Parenthood

Fig. 10a. "The Thing"

Parent-zeitgeistically speaking (it works for publishers, too), there are so many bleak, 0-Dark-30 stretches where you have to just buckle down and bail, smile, knit The Thing That Needs to Get Knitted. Someone's gotta do it. Otherwise, that thing might knit you, get struck by lightning, become a pop sensation, and forget all about you.

"Honey! Throw me the paper towels! Yeah, the whole roll!
Then there's that time where the android milk spilled all over hell. You know who got to clean it up? Da-da. Stupid androids. Hm. Da-da fears some Dada might be leaking into his Da-da.

Crap. Gotta go. The apes are stroking the monolith again.

"Hey, you apes! Getcher damn hands off that monolith!"
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