Good morning. Reporting once again from Jacksonville, Florida. Earlier today — well, yesterday now — I got to talk about the monsters at the AIGA re:CHARGE conference, and got a kind and lovely reception from the crowd. If you were in attendance, thank you very much for making me feel so welcome. Not only that, but you made great monsters in the workshop and told excellent tales.

Thank you to all of you here on the site for the great stories you posted about Monster 172. It always makes me smile (and laugh) to read what you see!


Right now, Monster 173 is already waiting for you:

Where do you think 173 is right now? Cleaning out the closet? At a sporting goods store? At Barney’s Bowl-o-Rama? Is he on the lanes with Donnie and Walter? Or does he simply enjoy lugging things? I know you know. And I know you know that I know you know. So please… let me know and…


I hope you’ll have a lovely, mellow Saturday,
and that I’ll see you again tomorrow for Monster 174.
Also, please remember that 344 LOVES YOU


  • Aiden A.
    5 April 2008 11:41 am

    Grandson of Evel never could live up to his father’s or grandfather’s wishes. He was a bowler, not an extreme motorcyclist. He tried and tried, but would unfortunately always chicken out at the end. His nose wouldn’t help either. It got so beat up as it dragged along the ground, that doctors had to graft skin from his chin. He would always feel ashamed after he swerved off to the right at the last minute. The only way he could feel as if he was continuing the lagacy, is wearing his grandfather’s outfit every time he through the ball down the lane.

  • 5 April 2008 9:34 pm

    Ricky learned the hard way why storing a bowling ball in one’s nose
    isn’t such a good idea.

  • 5 April 2008 10:13 pm

    There’s only two things to do in the small town of Findley: bowling and socializing at the Harrison County Lions Club. The Lions Club is closed on Saturdays. But bowling… bowling is available 24/7 and no one knows that more than Percy Swellington. An icon of the bowling scene, Percy can always be found with a ball in hand and a stylish cape down the back.
    Tonight was really shaping up, too – 8 frames down and all of them strikes. Percy’s shoes were specially made for the lanes and his command over the pins was known in 6 counties. He had a way of handling a bowling ball that ensured a very efficient game. The next frame was all ready to be taken down no sooner than the fallen pins were swept from the boards.
    The 9th frame was almost an exact replay of the 8th. The ball returned, the pins ready and frame 10 was looking very promising indeed. Strike! Percy was quick and dutiful. Not even breaking a sweat as his cape flowed carefree behind him. Strike! Again, no hesitation – Percy was on top of his game. The ball took a long, forceful curve as it whipped down the lane; all breaths held while Percy stared at it unblinkingly.
    A perfect 300 game! The crowd roared! The champaign flowed! The balloons burst into view! And Percy, knowing that he had managed to do his job with the absolute perfection expected of him from The Super Bowl, reset the pins and walked the glorious red jewel of the town’s ace bowler back to him. Small town alleys like The Super Bowl couldn’t afford the modern conveniences of motorized pin setters and ball returns, so they relied on steadfast wonders like Percy to guarantee uninterrupted and joyful play for its patrons. Percy always considered the costumes to be a bit annoying, but that never stopped him from doing the job better than any other citizen in the fine town of Findley.

  • sue bebie
    6 April 2008 2:22 am

    She’s the dancing Queen of the the world’s giant beak bowling club.

  • mellio
    6 April 2008 9:23 pm

    The Inter-Planet Bowling Championships are here already, can you believe it? Frangle is seen here doing his very important stretches before the big roll. He’s brought along the very first ball he ever rolled for good luck. And if he doesn’t win, at least he looks fabulous in his super hero cape.

  • 6 April 2008 10:43 pm

    Despite his outwards appearance, Stanley is not a bowler, notice his striped cape. Stanley is a street magician who is about to awe his audience with his final trick that has gained the name of “the bowling ball the never was.” I real crowd pleaser. Tips appreciated but not necessary.

Leave A Comment