Archive for the ‘Godzilla’ Category

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Happy Easter!

March 30, 2013

So here’s a little something I put together for a non-traditional Easter celebration: Dino with Easter egg. ( I like to think it’s baby Godzilla.)

easter egg dino

Gives new meaning to Easter Egg Hunt.

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Of Evolution, Mass Murderers & Nursery Rhymes

April 23, 2012

My son took this pic for me when we were out running errands last fall. Notice anything ironic  about it?

Dinosaur vs Christians — who will be the winner (winner, chicken dinner*)? Godzilla would be proud!

We don’t always remember (or are taught) the full version of nursery rhymes. Case in point (and one of my favorite examples): “Birds of a Feather”

Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.

Which made me think of those two beacons of social justice/engineering, those two maestros of orchestrated death — particularly the “pigs and swine” line:

Che Hitler

So I united them into one image. Apropos, no?

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*Thank you, Charlie Sheen!

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One Pig to Rule Them All

March 22, 2011


Make of this what you will. (Insert snarky political commentary here.)
All I know is, when Jack the Rat Dog has on his red boots, he does not fear Godzilla in the back yard.

We should all have a pair of red boots.

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The Santa Hat

December 25, 2010

The Santa hat gets around in our house:

The cutest elf,  under duress.

I don’t know about this . . .

Mom gets the hat last.

Not everyone digs the Santa hat.

Even monsters like to make merry.

Happy Holidays to all!

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A Harris Hawk, A Gila Woodpecker, A Rainbow

December 6, 2010

So here we are, post-Thanksgiving, pre-Christmas. Lots of activity in the backyard, bird-wise. In the span of a week, we saw a pair of cardinals (camera battery was dead, so no pics), a Gila woodpecker, a Harris hawk, and numerous quail, doves, and sparrows. And a gorgeous rainbow across the Catalinas.

This Harris hawk perched on a tree behind our back wall. Hope he’s not looking for tasty little dogs:


We watched this woodpecker hop all over a palm tree in our backyard.

And after some blustery weather (which has long since moved on), a delicate rainbow:


And now, a Godzilla Moment:


Even monsters sometimes harbor tender feelings.

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Dinosaurs on Route 66, and Godzilla’s Shadow

November 7, 2010

Once upon a roadtrip, we found the Rainbow Rock Shop in Holbrook, Arizona — guarded by ginormous cement dinosaurs. For personal use only! (as the sign on the fence says). Can’t imagine using them in any other way — except maybe in construction à la the Flintstones.


In a parking lot on that same trip, we saw this designated-smoking-area sign:

Looks like he means business. Wonder what the “no smoking” signs around there look like. Below is a poem about coming to rest, after long travels — after covering a great distance both geographically, and emotionally:

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In Another Life

I lay in the dry bed
of a river     watch the stars
swim like little fish     in the dawn lenticular
clouds converge     align with the cryptic
coordinates of my mind’s map     here
I am     a charm on a bracelet
here     the days are silver links
closed one by one
between my teeth

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And now, a reminder that we all dwell in the Shadow of Godzilla:

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Happy Halloween!

October 31, 2010

My absolute favorite holiday! Godzilla, on the other hand, isn’t too keen on trick-or-treaters, but he promises to work on his manners.

And here’s an old poem, which I think suits this holiday, just fine:

Listening to the Devil

Open the bottle, raise the skirt,
strike the match:
There he is, no angel come down
from sunlit whitecloud heaven,
his wings wet and his powder dry.
Know him, anywhere:  the voice that tingles
the air, sprinkles flakes of rust
into your blood so it locks the jaw,
so you have to listen.  Listen,
he rides the bus with me, sits behind the driver
in a Panama hat, white sports shirt.
Listen, even now, going on and on
about how much he loves,
he loves orange sherbet so much
he’s crazy.

(Wrote this when I used to ride the bus to work in Dallas, in another lifetime. It’s based on a conversation I overheard between a snazzily dressed eldery gent, and the bus driver. It’s always been one of my personal favorites.)

Oh, and just for shiv-v-v-v-v-ers, here’s a recent pic of a baby tarantula climbing on my husband’s hand:

Mmmmm, we sure do seem to have a lot of tarantulas around here.