My friend Aaron's most recent demotivational poster might be the cure for what ails you.

Some pics off of Stroke's camera from the Thinklings December 2007 Ent-Moot . . .

Here's Stroke, straight off the set of a House of Pain video:


"Say hello to my leetle friend":


Bill basks in the joy of simply sitting next to Jared:


Pretending to ponder the endless potential permutations of moves in Bird and Blo's game of chess, Rod really just wanted to pick the board up and smash it on someone's head Hulk-style, so they could go back outside and smoke some more cigars:


Although he looked like he was pondering the endless potential permutations of moves in his and Bird's game of chess, Blo is really just asleep with his eyes open:


A real meeting of the minds:


We did a whole lot more than sit around the chess board, but these are the only pics we got. Enjoy if you can!

Call me when the pigeon flies around with the monkey on its back.

Story here.

Because it's just been too long . . .

I liked this a lot. Made me wonder which of the two was most uncomfortable with the other, or if their common lusts are perhaps many times stronger than what divides them.

There is a discussion of the typewriting monkey issue at Cafe Hayek, citing a wikipedia article on the subject:

In 2003, lecturers and students from the University of Plymouth MediaLab Arts course used a £2,000 grant from the Arts Council to study the literary output of real monkeys. Read the rest of this entry . . .

I give you the Buffy-headed Marmoset (Callithrix flaviceps).

This little guy lives in a small area of south-east Brazil between the rivers Doce and Paraíba.

He's cute, and just as baffled as you are as to why no one's posting on Thinklings.

Er, a picture of a monkee, I guess.



'Cause Blest said someone needed to post something.

Cheer up little fella. Thor will be posting more photoshops of Blo soon . . .

I think he's writing the Thinklings' Obituary.

No, not the dude in the hat (that's me). I mean the adorable little Cappuchin monkey perched on my shoulder eating a nacho. Her name is Abbey and I think I'm in love.

This little fella's cute, no?

AP - Somewhere in North America (we think)
Unhappy with his image, the "King of Wraiths" set out to remake himself in the image of Diana Ross. Too bad he decided to go cheap and allowed Dr. Nick Riviera to perform the procedure.
"He showed me his credentials. I saw the diploma hanging on the wall of his doublewide," commented the so-far-unsubstantiated entity known as Blo from an undisclosed location. "How was I supposed to know that the 'Hollywood Upstairs Medical School' was not legit?"
According to an eye witness, after seeing his reflection in the puddle of biological waste outside "Dr." Riviera's facility, Blo ran whimpering like a baby girl into the forest.
"I contemplated giving chase," said De, who was exiting the Upstanding Citizens Clothing Shop across the street. "Being a compassionate warrior, I felt it was my calling to find the poor soul and comfort him, but there was a little old lady that needed help crossing the street. And then a girl scout lost her kitty when it climbed a tree. Then there was the little boy trapped at the top of the burning building I had to rescue. Unfortunately, I just forgot. I'm so ashamed. I think I'm going to go fast for forty days and nights and meditate on my wrongdoing."
The mythical creature know as Blo was last seen somewhere else. Below is the "After" photo from "Dr." Riviera's files.

Speaking of orangutans. . .



I wonder if this ape can paint?

I posted this picture at 5:11 but I don't want to see it until I arrive home from work. Hmm, let's say 6:30 PM.