the tale of Zork's chair, and other adventures

We are back. in black. for a downlow bizzly booty attack. We were in Colorado recently and saw "Nana" and "Grandad" who showered Isobel with gifts which include: a solid gold binky with "BaBy PhaT" written in diamonds (they wanted a matching grill for her gums but we respectfully declined) , two tickets to paradise, and a pen knife for opening those difficult items like a car door. Here Isobel seems to be saying "So long, and thanks for all the fish."

Jennifer Kay Van Wagenen is all over this thing. This thing being the Black Sheep clubb(b). We vote her as "best punk-rock Julia Stiles".

Isobel swore she saw another baby ridin' one o' them gir-affes "like a horsey" but I told her that she exaggerates just to get everyone's attention, to which she replied "ga. da da. fe. ma...ma."

There are really large (alien) zookeepers in Colorado Springs and its told that they use their girth and foul breath to keep some of the testier animals in line. Zork, one such (alien) zookeeper bellowed "Fee Fie Fo Fum, I smell the blood of the Bizzly one" to which Isobel replied "The square of the hypotenuse of a right triangle is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides." After learning of this important scientific insight, Zork jumped up out of the chair , put on a proper suit and tie and declared himself the new President of Namibia. Isobel smiled and calmly took his seat.

Hiltbrand, Hiltbrand, Hiltbrand, Robert. Christina's brother is Robert who is smiling here because he is marrying the girl to the right (well, his left actually). She thinks he is funny and has a pleasant odour. Robert won her heart by inflating his bank account, writing her haiku about his World of Warcraft characters and pretending to be a Chuck Norris stunt double. Here he is looking quite proud of his treachery.

Its nice that Nintendo calls its new Wii controller the "Wiimote" since I can't pronounce my R's without sounding like homestarrunner. Now I can finally ask for the TV remote, and then after someone hands me a Wiimote, I can say something like " Oh...yeah....uhh thanks, that was EXACTLY what I was looking for." Here is Peter with my little tiny baby playing an interactive version of the new Grand Theft Auto. You'll notice though that Isobel refuses to watch since she opposes carjacking, arson and the insulting of handsome parental authority figures.

This dog kept licking my baby in the face. IN THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!

Turn up the volume on your computer and then watch this: