DAILY MONSTER 72
Good morning. How is your weekend going? I hope you’re squeezing in a bit of fun. The fact that you’re checking in on the monsters bodes well. Please take a few minutes and enjoy yesterday’s stories. Once again, the gang doesn’t disappoint:
Now, what about Monster 72? From the looks of it, 72 is a jolly creature—downright bouncy! Who would’ve seen that coming? Where do you think the creature is off to? Do you think 72 is happy because of where he came from or because of where he’s going? Should we try to catch him? Or can he be allowed to roam free? Is he in fact a he? Please help us shine a light on these mysteries:
Have a great rest of the weekend and please join us again for the beginning of a whole new week of monsters tomorrow! In the meantime and for all time: 344 LOVES YOU
Yup…got loose in the high winds at the Rose Bowl Parade and hasn’t been seen since. They’re hoping he might come down somewhere in Europe.
(btw..i like the new time at the end to be able to capture the graphic for a better look. Well, not THIS one. *L* had to re-run him))
Boris is still slap happy that the 1981 KGB plot to kill the Pope failed and ultimately lead to good old American freedom coming to his county; no not democracy you chuzhoj!, but double cheese burgers, super sized.
“I’ve got a used ’02 Honda Accord right here, and during the January 28 blowout sale, you can get it for just $9,999 with 0 down until 2009!”
Definite car dealer.
This is DJ Jarred Jumpsalot, host of the popular Rock ’em Songs For the Kids on 96.4 KQXE FM. DJ Jarred is a hip dude who digs the rock ‘n’ roll, especially the old school tunes from groups like Ike & Tina, the Spinners, and Dion’s “Runaround Sue”. His tagline is “Hey, dig it.”
When he broadcasts from remote locations, the kids flock to his Monster Van and plead for autographs and for him to do his patented DJ Jarred Jump. What you see here is one fan’s rendering of DJ Jarred’s Jump outside of Freddie the Mattress King’s showroom on March 27, 2005.
Hello ma baby, hello ma honey, hello ma ragtime gal. Words synonymous with a famously persnickety froggy, Michigan J. Few people know about Michigan’s big brother, Indiana I. He doesn’t usually seek the limelight, so this rare glimpse of promenade is quite superb. He usually just sits around his house watching the Food Network, snacking on whatever he can get his hands on. So to see him actually jumping around is a sight.
“There we are, Ms. Yalder. A fine blossom to frame your face. The color in the petals really bring out your eye shadow and, I’m sure you’ll agree, the size of this particular perennial is quite complimentary. Not too big, you know. And its petals really flow with your hair.” Victor stroked the bottom of a petal to give it a little lift away from Ms. Yalder’s new hairdo. His eye for matching floral arrangements with people was unsurpassed. Victor was the top florist in the city and was especially well known for his handsome, respectful work for the community.
He raised from his seat to give a small examination of his latest work. Victor went about cleaning up his station, all the while chatting with Ms. Yalder about his day and the wonderful flowers that arrived in his shop earlier that morning. Reminiscing about some of her past visits to the store, the arrangements he carefully put together for her, and how he really appreciated her business. He thanked her for the opportunity to do some work for her one last time.
Mr. Pintel walked into the quaint little room as Victor was putting the final bit of his supplies back into his bag. He clasped his hands together the instant he saw Ms. Yalder and exclaimed, “So beautiful! Splendidly done, Victor, ma’boy. Won’t Mr. Yalder be pleased – indeed he will. It’s never a wonder why people ask for you by name.” Smiles were shared all around. Victor picked up his bag to head out, when a ray of light caught his attention. He looked out the front window to spy a bird chirping gleefully on a nearby branch as the sun was just starting to set behind the mountain range. The sky vibrantly picturesque. As he opened the door, he called back, “It’s a shame Ms. Yalder couldn’t enjoy this day. Every moment we have, Mr. Pintel… live it well!” And with a little hop and skip, he left the funeral home.
When Gaston was a kid, his mother would sing to him and his four siblings,
“Five little monsters jumping on the bed
one fell off and broke his head…”
Which is really the original song; there were no monkeys. They evolved after the Monsters, and falsely copywrote it as their own (cheeky mammalia that they are).
Despite his mother’s good advice and the demise of his other brothers and sisters, Gaston survives to this day. He learned from Daisy, Gerald, Moulin and Claire’s bad jumping mistakes, developed his own techniques, and now makes a living as an acrobat in Cirque du Soleil.
And he still jumps on the bed.
WOW! love the stores and I am doing a happy dance again – even when you’re monsters aren’t animated, they’re animated, but today another motion bonus! That was really cool, thanks Stefan (how did you do that?? I want to do that!)!!
incedible, muy bueno man!!!!
Gerald, with his artistic pone and hippy facial hair, galloped into another day of transition artist with his usual vim & vigor.
Hi Victoria. Thank you. I’m glad you like the new animations. I picked up a little DIY animation software at the Apple Store called “Anime Studio 5.”
How they’re not getting sued by South Park for that box is beyond me, but it’s a great little program. It’s a bit low-end in certain aspects, but just perfect for the monsters.
oh boy oh boy oh boy, and it’s actually AFFORDABLE! I KNEW you got a new toy! Thanks Stefan – I’m lurching into new frontiers.
Fräulein Gerlindes Biogasantrieb
Endlich, endlich hat Gerlinde es geschafft und kann schweben! Gelohnt hat sich der tägliche Verzehr kleiner, über den Tag verteilter Portionen Kohlrouladen mit Krautsalat und Kohlpresssaft. Die gewaltige Luftansammlung in ihrem Innern verhilft Gerlinde zu dem lange ersehnten Auftrieb. Freunde haben ihr geraten, die Idee patentieren zu lassen. In Zeiten der Knappheit fossiler Brennstoffe, wird sich mit der Entdeckung des körpereigenen Biogasantriebs sicher zumindest das für den Einkauf diverser Kohlarten benötigte Geld sicherstellen lassen.
Vorerst allerdings hüpft die gute Gerlinde auf und ab vor Freude über ihre Genialität.