All i want for christmas this year is a princess unicorn doll. every kid on my block is getting one and i need to get one too. if i dont, i’ll be uncool and that would make me sad and then angry and so i will travel to the north pole and punch you in the neck. please get me the white one, not the black one. people dont take kindly to black dolls around here. someone down the street hung a black doll head upsidedown on a tree branch, as if that doll was lynched and the body fell off. i cried when i saw it. that’s not cool. i dont want my doll to get murdered. in addition to the princess unicorn doll, i would like world peace. also some mini glue sticks (.28″) for my glue gun. i’m all out. if you cant get any of these things, i will accept cash. thanks!
In my opinion,
Chowder is much better than
the show Flapjack is.
here’s why:
around 2:30 = reference to the most loved rapper ever
around 3:19 = reference to the greatest hungry circle man ever
around 7:35 = everyone’s got a song inside just waiting to be free
spoon + fork = spork. people sure do love their hybrids
this was a one day assignment, which was completed in one day. it didn’t take the whole duration of that day, but we had quite a short time to come up with a subject and concept and then execute it. the most interesting mundane object i thought of initially was rice. it’s plain in color and taste. but somehow someone figured out how to make it interesting through the art of song. i wanted to explore the idea of rice being such a staple to asians and it in turn making us the superior beings. But no. Then on the topic of food, i thought of tin cans from eaten canned foods. andy warhol campbell’s soup. can bean shakers. can telephones with string and tape. I’ve always wanted to make one of those. but also no. then i thought back to when i was a kid. in elementary school, i always had school lunch and ate it with plastic sporks. They were the awesomest plastic utensils ever. i thought it a good object to glorify since it is so glorious. space man. the future. cheese moon.
if you rub its belly, a red rocket pops up and milk comes out. but you can only milk it once every few hours. It doesn’t work if you beat it off again right away.
My grandma wrote this for her kids. She doesn’t want to get eaten by wolves. She wants to be turned into ashes after death and spread over the mountains. If we don’t heed her words, she will turn our houses upside down as her ghost haunts us for the rest of our lives.
