White Lion, Whitesnake, and Whitefish

Why isn't there a band called Whitefish?

Well, hiya Friends!  Happy Wednesday to you!

If you know me, you know I love to listen to musics of all kinds.  I really do, and lately, I've been enjoying the musical stylings of bands with the word "White" in their names.  You know, The White Stripes, White Lion, and White Snake, to name a few.

What really puzzles me is if there can be bands named after white animals, why isn't there a band named "Whitefish?"  There's all kinds of whitefish that need to be represented in rock music, like Tilapia, Cod, Haddock, Mahi Mahi.  You get my drift.  There's a lot of different varieties of whitefish that would enjoy rock'n'roll.

I'm not sure what a band named Whitefish would sound like, other than having scales feature heavily in their musics.  Maybe they'd make liberal use of distortion.  I'm not sure how they couldn't.  Things sound kind of distorted underwater, so maybe Whitefish could use that effect in their music.  I bet their beats would be nice and bubbly, though.

The world will prob'ly never know what a band called "Whitefish" would sound like, though, Friends, sadly.

Good thing there's lots of other bands making musics for us, though!

Hey.  I'll be seein' ya tomorrow, Big People!  I love ya lots!  Muah!

Purple Rein...deer Pose

Some would call this Warrior Pose, but I like Purple Reindeer Pose instead!

Hiya, Friends! 

You know, I like to do some yoga to help me relax and to energize me and just help me get by in this crazy world.

One thing I really like to do when I'm at the Lake is do yoga down by the water.  And one thing I really like to do when I do my yoga, especially down by the water is to think of my own names for all the different poses.

Well, it just makes me feel like I'm stretching and exercising my creativity as well as just personalizing my exercises and making my yoga practice my very own.

My favorite pose right now is the one in the picture above.  I call it "Purple Rein...Deer."  Yoga experts would call this pose "Warrior I."  I think my name is more fun, and also, I'm wearin' a purple tutu-skirt, so it just fits.

You don't hafta be an expert to like to do yoga, Friends!  I'm no yoga expert, but I'm a fun expert, and that's what I let lead me.

Hey.  I love ya lots, Big People.  I'll be seein' ya tomorrow, mmmkay?  Muah!

Raising Awareness for the Plight of Little Pink Flamingos Everywhere!

Quality Control happening right here, Friends!

Hiya, Friends!  Happy Monday to you!

Well, as you know, I just love pink flamingos.  Almost as much as I love Little Giraffes.  That's why I recently joined the Little Pink Flamingo Coalition, so I can help Little Pink Flamingos the way I'm able to help the Little Giraffes of the Wild Steppes of Everywhere.

The first step of helping the Little Pink Flamingos is to raise awareness of their plight.  I betchya didn't even know that Little Pink Flamingos had a plight that needed awareness of raised, but they do. 

You see, Little Pink Flamingos are a misunderstood bird.  Why, even my own Daddy misunderstands Little Pink Flamingos.  My very own Daddy!  For instance, he thinks that Little Pink Flamingos exist only to annoy him.  To junk up people's yards.  He sees Little Pink Flamingos as an antagonistic species!  And this misunderstanding has led to quite a bit of animosity between the Little Pink Flamingos and people like my Daddy!

Now, people who don't like Little Pink Flamingos aren't bad people; they're just misinformed.  It's like me, when I started out as a TigerBaby chewing on Little Giraffes.  My friend Sophie La Giraffe enlightened me and set me on my current path of seeking understanding and tolerance for Little Animals everywhere.  And I'm so glad she did!  So Daddy and other people who misunderstand Little Pink Flamingos aren't bad.  They just need to be clued in.  And that's what I seek to do!

So at a recent fundraiser for the Little Pink Flamingo Coalition, we duded up a ballroom at Little Giraffe International with lotsa Little Pink Flamingo-themed decorations.  We even had DRINKING STRAWS that had Little Pink Flamingo paper-ball decorations on top of 'em, for when we served our Little Pink Flamingo Approved Root Beer Floats.  They weren't pink like Flamingos, but they were a nice shade of creamy light-brown, which looks absolutely smashing against the bright pinkness of Little Pink Flamingos!

And the take-home message of the fundraiser, besides raising funds, is that Little Pink Flamingos are just like you and me, Friends, trying to make their way in the world.  Their bright pinkness isn't meant to annoy or 'junk things up.'  On the contrary, the Little Pink Flamingos are trying to make the world a more cheerful place, one lawn at a time.  One flowerbed at a time.  They aren't trying to take over the world.  They're just trying to make the world a more cheerful place.

And that's why I just love 'em, Friends.  I love you, too!  Be kind to the Little Pink Flamingos you meet!  Muah!

ContempLAKEtion

I'm deep in a state of ContempLAKEtion today.  And always.

Hiya, Friends!  Happy Sunday to you!

Well, ya know, it's going on two months since my wonderful lake vacation with my family, and during these times, I like to take some time to reflect upon why I love the Lake so very much.

It isn't really that I love to swim.  I mean, I'll get in the water and such, for a time.  But the water in Seneca Lake is pretty chilly.  That's okay.  I like to ride in the kayak for a bit, but even then, I like to do other things.  I'm pretty happy playin' at the water's edge, looking for treasures like smoothed glass and interesting shells that wash up on the rocks.  I love havin' roasted marshmellas down by the fire, sure, but I don't hafta be at the whole LAKE to be able to do that.

I think what I love most about goin' to the Lake is that it's outside of my Normal Routine.  Daddy isn't at work.  Aunt Colleen and Uncle Lorentz are right there to play with me, whenever I want.  Gramma and Pop-Pop are right there; I don't even hafta get in the car to see 'em!  I get to stay up late and avoid taking naps, and nobody makes me feel guilty for either.  I mean, bein' at the Lake is where it's at.  All my favorite people gathered in one place for a whole entire week.  It doesn't get much better than that.

I think that's why I am so insistent upon keepin' the Spirit of my Lake Vacation alive, even after it's been over for a coupla months.  It's not livin' in the past at all, Friends; I like to think of it as keepin' my Happy Times closeby.

So in that spirit, I have some ContempLAKEtion to do today.  I love ya lots, Friends, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Toyota: A Massive Disappoint, and Not Because of the Reason You'd Think!

I thought Toyota was a toy store.  An actual toy store.

Friends, the other day on The Daily Zoe Facebook Picture Show, I learned an unfortunate thing about Toyota.

You see, previous to that Fateful Day, I was under the impression that Toyota was a great big toy store.  Well, it only makes sense.  'Toyota' has the very word TOY right in the front of it.  But they don't really sell toys at Toyota.  No.  They sell cars-n-trucks.

Big People, I know what you're gonna say.  You're gonna say that to you, cars-n-trucks ARE toys.  Upon that, I call 'hogwash.'  Big cars-n-trucks are too big for Little Kids like me to be able to use.  We can drive scaled down TOY vehicles, but the big ones that are purveyed by Toyota, we're too little to drive 'em.  The only thing we Little Kids can hope for from Toyota is to ride in one, which at best, is passive entertainment.

We like to have our hands on the steering wheel, Big People!  Little Kids are more capable than you think!

As for you Big People callin' cars-n-trucks YOUR toys, you're adults.  Call cars-n-trucks Cars-N-Trucks, but don't call 'em toys.  They are not toys.  They go fast.  They're big.  They're heavy.  And if you're not careful, they can be dangerous.  I'm just sayin' call cars-n-trucks what they ARE!  You Big People take fiber supplements, watch the Evening News, and make the tough decisions at the grocery store.  You don't need to be callin' cars-n-trucks 'toys' when we all know they aren't.  Because when you do, you raise expectations of us Little Kids.  We think we're goin' somewheres fun, and as it turns out, we're just goin' in the dang ol' Family Bus.  Which might be a Toyota-brand vehicle or it might not.

Anyways, Friends, I was really disappointed to find out that Toyota isn't an actual toy store that sells stuff for Little Kids to play with.  But I love ya just the same, all right?  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

When My Words Fail Me

Not all my jokes work out the way I envision they will.

Hiya, Friends!  Happy Friday to you!

You know, some people see me as a pretty witty Little Kid, and those people are just tops in my book.  It really is nice to have my special skill-set noticed and acknowledged, you know?

However, as witty a Little Kid as I am, sometimes my jokes and one-liners kinda fall flat.  I'm not sure if they just don't live up to my original intention and hope for them, or if something gets lost sometime between joke concept and joke execution, but sometimes, my words just leave everybody sayin' huh?! insteadda HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

What's a kid to do in sucha situation?  Well, I'll tell ya what, Big People!  I admit that I do feel a little embarrassed when a joke or witticism I say falls flat, but I don't draw too much attention to my embarrassment.  First of all, if I don't act all embarrassed, there's always the possibility that my audience (those to whom I'm speaking), might think that I'm just a little too high-concept for them to understand, and in which case, they don't want to draw attention to their own bewilderment at the things that have come outta my mouth.  Also, I wouldn't wanna suggest such and make 'em feel bad.  Or worse, have 'em ask me to expound.  Because then, I'd expose my own acknowledgement of my words fallin' flat.

So I don't act all embarrassed.  Sometimes if I've really laid an egg, I announce it, though.  I'll say 'Welp, better put some construction cones out around that joke!  It needs some Work!'  and make the flatness part of the joke.

I never let a failed joke or witticism stop me from telling more jokes and witticisms, though, Friends.  Nobody likes a winner all the time, so I try to keep that in mind.  I'll win some jokes, and I'll lose some jokes.  Either way, it's nothing to get all torn up about.

Hey.  I'll see ya tomorrow, Friends!  I love ya lots!  Muah!

Living Installation Art

You can't make me leave the Lake if I'm a work of Installation Art!

Hiya, Friends!

Happy Thursday the Twenty-Fourth to you!  You know what it usually means whenever it's the Twenty-Fourth of the Month.  It usually means I'm gonna remind you of how many shoppin' months you have until it's Christmas Eve.  And I'm gonna do the same today, but I'm not gonna harp on it. 

Three.  You have three shoppin' months until Christmas Eve.

Okay.  I'd like to talk to you about a coup I tried to stage over the summer.  I wanted not to hafta come home and end my Wonderful Lake Vacation, so I decided I'd partner up with some driftwood and become a work of Living Installation Art.  Installation Art stays put where it's installed.  Its environment is just as much a part of the art as the art itself is, and that's how I feel that I truly am at the Lake.  It is in my very SOUL!

Mommy and Daddy don't listen when I tell them this.  They make me pack up my stuff after our vacation and they make me come home to the Ordinary.  I really thought they'd see my point if I made myself a work of Living Installation Art.  I really thought they'd tell me I could stay at the Lake indefinitely, or at least until it gets cold and I wanna come home.

But no.  They said I looked 'cute' in front of the driftwood and hoisted me up and carried me up to where my stuff was waiting for me to pack it and carry it out to the truck.  So much for either of them being major art appreciators. 

Cretans, is what they are, my folks.

Anyways, Friends.  At least I still have the memories of the Lake and of bein' installation art at the Lake.  It was fun while it lasted!

I love ya lots, and I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!