Good morning! Thank you for checking in on the Monsters on a Sunday. It’s a special Sunday, too. It’s the 344th day of the year, which is also (truly by coincidence) the day I moved from Germany to California 13 years ago. It’s my 13th U.S. Birthday, don’t you know. Which is a fact I actually celebrate. I mean, I didn’t have a whole lot to do with my actual, physical birthday, but the fact that I made it over here and that I’m still here 13 years later… well, I’m kinda proud of that. So… Happy Birthday to me. :^)

Monster 22 seems to bear a striking resemblance to a character Simon mentioned in his comment from yesterday—Tono ‘Twinkle Toes’ Trovelli. At least, there are the correct number of feet. (Which is kind of eerie, actually, because I filmed this monster before Simon’s comment. Have we already achieved an intercontinental mind meld? Spooky!) Simon didn’t mention the snappy footwear, though, did he? So maybe it’s not Tono after all. If so, I’m really curious to find out the story behind 22.

I hope you’re in the middle of two days of blissful relaxation, so I can live vicariously through you. It’s late here now and it’s time for me to say Good Night! Please let me know your thoughts on today’s Monster and have a great, great day! Why? Because 344 LOVES YOU


  • erbsl
    10 December 2006 3:53 am


  • 10 December 2006 4:12 am

    Huffenstuffenpuffen hasn’t worked for a long time now. At one time, he’d been famous. Always working. Never stopping. In the 60s he appeared on most of the Rolling Stones hits. In the 70s it was the complete catalogue of the Jackson Five. In the 80s if it wasn’t Wham it was Duran Duran. Ask him and he would say his proudest moment was probably being on Imagination’s ‘Body Talk’ white label EP.
    But all that is behind him now. Now he sits in the corner of The Kings Arms, Carnaby Street, London where every night around closing time he can be heard telling anyone and everyone about his glory days, hidden in the grooves of LPs wrestling with giant needles armed with nothing more than a handfuls of fluff.

    10 December 2006 6:55 am

    Hey, I love these ‘daily monsters’ of yours, I check them first thing every morning. Today when I clicked on your site I also had my itunes open…and I was thinking how great would it be if you set these to music! Don’t get me wrong, I love the sound of your sharpie when the video is sped up, but I thought it might be a fun experiment. Just a suggestion. Looking forward to tomorrows monster!

  • Justin
    10 December 2006 2:41 pm

    This guy is clearly a “later years” Elvis impersonator.

  • 10 December 2006 3:56 pm

    He’s a Samba instructor and crossing guard.

  • EllieKat
    10 December 2006 4:02 pm

    He’s my favorite so far!

  • 10 December 2006 6:26 pm

    Good evening.
    Huffenstuffenpuffen, eh Simon? Wrestling with giant needles? Very nice. There is a great 70s album cover with a nice airbrush rendering of a record seen from the point of view of the groove, looking up at a gigantic stylus—possibly a diamond. Does any body remember the title? Who knew it was a picture of Huffenstuffenpuffen’s workplace?
    I googled the Imaginations “Body Talk” EP, but came up empty? Where should we go to find it, Simon?
    Laura, good idea on putting music to the creatures. Would you be up for posting your song choice for each new monster? I’d love that! In fact, it’s an open invitation, if any of you feel that any particular creature needs a particular song associated with it.
    Jen and Justin: You may both be seeing the same creature at different points in his day. Could be that he’s a samba instructor / crossing guard by day, fat Elvis impersonator at night.
    And EllieKat: Thank you. I’m glad you like the monsters. There’ll be a new one in just a few hours.
    Have a great night everyone, and THANK YOU for your great comments! You rock!

  • doriette
    10 December 2006 6:28 pm

    First of all, a very Happy Birthday to you!
    This is Stevie Slugworth. It’s his first day at his new job, and he’s very excited about that.
    He’s been employed by a famous department store, and his job is stand in the cosmetics department and point to the escalators when tourists ask.
    He was recommended for the the job by his second cousin once removed.

  • 10 December 2006 8:18 pm

    i can’t believe it’s already monster 22…i had to back track and really start counting because i thought you were lying. haha. 😉
    i’m glad you made it over here. happy u.s. birthday~

  • 10 December 2006 9:11 pm

    I really really really like this one 🙂

  • 11 December 2006 12:30 am

    the band is called Imagination, no ‘the. You can find the track on the Very Best of Imagination album. I’ll see if I can send you an mp3 of it, but if not itunes will no doubt have it in the 70s disco bargain basement bin

  • Andrew
    11 December 2006 3:31 am

    ok… its finals time in my neck of the woods, and I know this monster went up a few days ago, but I like this guy way too much not to say something.
    Here we have a prime specimen of the pasicus blamus caterpillar, know for its tendency to rip the most foul, odorous farts in totally in appropriate places. The blamus gets its name from is behavior subsequent to releasing said flatulation. Once the offending odor is released, it will then use its vestigal index finger and unmovable poker face to “pass the blame” to any poor schmuck that happens to be within eyeshot. The blamus’ natural habitat is on first dates, job interviews, and crowded elevators.
    Uncool blamus, just plain uncool.

  • 11 December 2006 2:48 pm

    So true, Andrew. Very uncool behavior on the part of old Blamus here. Luckily everybody knows the law: He who smelled it dealt it.

  • 10 February 2007 2:18 pm

    Emlyn, age 4:
    She was going to the lake. She swimmed at the lake. Then she went to the city and slept in a bed. Then she woke up and gave everyone she knowed flowers. That’s it!

  • sue bebie
    8 April 2008 9:26 am

    Schnell, hier geht’s lang zur neuen hochtechnisierten Eierabsauganlage.
    Schlanker Bauch macht schlankes Bein!
    Henne Hilda kriegt von ihrem Hahn Hugo den letzten Schrei des ultimativen Labels “Sweet Chicken Legs” nur dann geschenkt, wenn…, sie sich absaugen lässt.
    Hahn Hugo, ein Schuhfreak, mag nur saubere Schuhe. Der Eier entledigt, und um einige Kilos leichter wird Hilda endlich nicht mehr im matschigen Gatsch versinken.

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