Bob the Brownie Alien From Outer Space

V. Strange... What is it?

J. It's a little brownie house. Or perhaps it's the little alien's from outer space that just wanted to be left alone. So they came to earth and made themselves a little tiny house out in the middle of no where so that it could be left alone.

V. Very cool. Maybe you can hang around and try to get a photo of the little guys... Probably best not to poke 'em with sticks though... ;-)

J. Yeah they aren't very nice when they get mad. Their jaws elongate and then they have teeth that seem to come out of nowhere and they go ONOMNOMNOM!

V. But all those teeth do have their good points...

J. Aye true, they are very good for munching up limestone rock to get the minerals he's needs and for scaring off annoying woodpeckers that come to bother him. However, at least woodpeckers are as insistent as alien sales men are; all you have to do is show them a little teeth and they don't come back again.

V. I can see him now, baring teeth at the poor woodpeckers!

J. Oh yes, and if the woodpeckers aren't fast enough... well they are at least a mouth full. However he doesn't like the feathers because they get stuck in his teeth and it takes forever to gather each one of them up to bury. Because he can't just go around leaving mounds of feathers all over the place, people would start to wonder and being a recluse he'd rather not draw attention to himself. Besides he's much more a vegetarian most of the time--except when things piss him off and then he forgets how much he hates feathers in his teeth--but his favorite food is pond scum or river weed. It's nice an ripe.

V. Oh, I like this! I think you just about have yourself a once-upon-a-time story going here!

J. *grinz* I'm rather enjoying this. Now he just needs a name, something rather absurd but fun at the same time...

V. Yes, I'm sure you'll come up with a fun name. You're keeping track of all this, right? Maybe you have a smash hit in the making.

J. Lol yeah, keeping track of the comments. Lol not sure what to do with it yet but it's there. *chuckles*

V. Oh, good. Someday it'll all gel and you'll have something fine.

J. lol eventually the pygmy alien and the creak monster will meet and have beautiful children...

V. Oh, I can't wait to see 'em. Maybe I'll have to try drawing one. Oooh, a family tree...

J. Hahha... Would that be a pygmy creak monster? The one that fits in the little creak-lings and thus makes no place on earth truly safe from the creak monsters?

V. Yes! Pygmy creek monster!! LOL...

J. It runs around--because being part pygmy alien it can walk on land at least for a little while--trying to eat birds. Because it has decided that it like it's farther prefers bird to human; however, it's mouth is so small that it can not eat a whole bird.

The actual form of this conversation can be found here and was conducted by vanilla-vanilla, and myself.

The Ribs

V. Interesting photo, and also interesting subject matter. I like the amusing comment on the lower ribs. Hmm.

J. Yeah, that was what caught our attention. The lower rib thing.

V. Yes, rather wild and interesting. Strange ideas those ancients had...

J. *chuckles* It always makes me wonder what people a hundred years or so from now will say about us.

V. Right. I think, if they're around, they'll have some rather awful things to say about us, but those comments will probably be censored by the corporate screwballs who control the media and the supreme court. Heh heh.
But the question always reminds me of that scene in Woody Allen's "Sleeper" where he wakes up in the future and the doctor is smoking ciggies like a chimney, telling him "we used to think smoking was bad for you, now we know it's healthy"... :-)

J. *chuckles* It's one of those eternal questions that has no answer and yet still we wonder. I think I shall invent a time traveling pair of moon shoes.

V. Ooh! When you do, stop by and pick me up... :-)

J. I shall make two pairs and we can pretend to be skipping down the yellow brick road in moon shoes, skipping through time... never knowing what we will find. Perhaps it will be the emerald city and perhaps it will be a fuzzy caterpillar smoking hookah or maybe it will be a pygmy alien with a taste for birds and a preference for creak monsters.

V. :laughing: Oh, yes. That sounds like so much fun!!

Original conversation can be found here, the images were taken as part of a collection visit that was set up as part of a class.