Monkeys and Handguns

Finally, I have the time and patience to explain my million dollar reality show idea. I realized while reading through a few past entries that I have left a lost of loose ends and false promises as to what will be discussed in future blogs, and damnit, its the holiday season and I am going to make this right. Perhaps this is really just a selfish and misguided attempt to get in good with Santa so that I can get the iPhone I want. By the way I am no longer allowed to discuss my desire for an iPhone, because "no one cares" and also because, "it is really annoying to hear me talk about a cell phone all the time." Bah-Humbug to the nay-sayers, says I.

Back to the task at hand, what possible good could come out of monkeys with handguns, you ask? Ahh, I will tell you.

My friends and I were trying to take ideas for new reality shows to the extreme, but as the years have passed since the initial concoction of the ideas, non of them seem all that crazy now. The one that sticks in my head from that evening was my idea to take seven people on an island, and then let loose 100 monkeys with handguns, and obviously, the last person standing wins the prize. This idea is outstanding for a number of reasons:

1. There is nothing more terrifying than a monkey with a handgun, and nothing more funny than watching people get hurt on TV. (you may think I am sadistic, but go watch America's Funniest Home Videos and tell me I am wrong.)

2. Watching monkeys do anything is really entertaining.

5. Coco the monkey learned sign language and had a kitten.

I think a better sales pitch has never been devised. I am eager to hear any comments that you may have on this topic.

Here are some pictures that further prove my point.





Dog Update: My dog is finally beginning to behave. We will not have to kill him now.

I must be good at the robot.

While walking into the kitchen to feed Gus tonight, I thought that I would try and deliver his food like a robot would. Using specific robot movements that I have been practicing all of my life, I slowly and rigidly approached the dog dish with the dog food, and I must have been very convincing, because Gus bit me. I can't fault him, because I have trained him to attack any robots that enter, or even get near the house.

On to less serious business, I joined facebook this week, and reconnected with many of my friends from high school. It is kinda cool. Everyone seems to be doing well, and most of them are still in Texas. I am glad to be gone, but sure do miss the people there.

Wintertime!

Winter time means a break from school! I have my last final in two hours, so wish me luck.

As a special treat for you all just because I am in a good mood, here are some sweet theramin bands. You should all watch:

The Best Ever

The Theramin Pop Sellout

If that doesn't brighten your day, I am not sure there is any hope for you.