Three Leaf Moe-ver..

.. or a shamrock as some like to call it. Well here we are, March 21st St. Patrick's Day. Every year on the 21st we celebrate Saint Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, who converted the Irish country to Christianity. Then the holiday made the obvious jump to getting drunk and showing your who-whos and naughty pillows. "Tabhair póg dom, táim Éireannach" but not really. I have been holding this little gem in my pocket for over a month now and it feels good to finally reveal it to the world. The magical pipe came out very well, and it was in fact Moe's idea to have shamrocks coming out of it instead of smoke. "According to legend, if anyone keeps an eye fixed upon one, he cannot escape, but the moment the eye is withdrawn he vanishes." So keep staring at this picture or it will be gone forever. Be safe this Patty Day and "Drinkers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your money, your woman, your liver, your kids, your sanity, your job...."

Dr. Moenstein

I originally wanted to title this post E = Mo^e but there isn't any way that I could make it a superscript, so oh well. So I made Moe this evil doctor man. "That's what kind of man I am. You're just a woman with a small brain. With a brain a third the size of us. It's science." The cabinets and lab table top came out very well and I pat myself on the back for that; it gives the picture much more of a three-dimensional feel. Feel the extra dimension. Feel it! This lab has everything; counter tops, cliche Periodic Table poster, mad scientist, test tubes complete with smoking yellowness, sweet Einstein poster, and of course your friendly neighborhood lab rat. I am enjoying working with the cut and paste option. What do you think? The rat's name is Franklin, although his friends call him Squeaks. Franky hangs out in his cage most of the day, one because he likes it and is a homebody, two because he can't get out. Poor Franklin. "Are you pondering what I'm pondering?" "I think so, Brain, but can the Gummi Worms really live in peace with the Marshmallow Chicks?"

The Moeshank Redemption

[narrating] I must admit I didn't think much of Moe first time I laid eyes on him; looked like a stiff breeze would blow him over. That was my first impression of the man. The first night Moe cost me two packs of smokes; he didn't say a word. Now he never did talk much, so I was surprised when he came to me looking for something. He wanted a pictured of Burt Reynolds and a Dummy's guide to escaping from prison. We became good friends over the years.. Moe never did let that place get to him. He had all these wild ideas of escaping and opening a water park in San Jose called "The Sand Hose Hey Water Park". I thought the name was dumb, but never told him. In 1966, Moe escaped from prison. All they found of him was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and a hula hoop made of spoons. I used to think it would take six-hundred years to tunnel under the wall. Old Moe did it in two hours. "Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'."

Kokomoe

"Bodies in the sand Tropical drink melting in your hand We'll be falling in love To the rhythm of a steel drum band Down in Kokomoe." It's Spring Break!! I am sorry that I haven't posted in a while, last week was rough and I was burnt out. Hopefully this spring break I can get some pictures up pretty frequently. Can't you just imagine Moe is his cool Hawaiian shirt sitting on a lawn chair with a watermelon beach flag over his head and a shirley temple in his hand. Sinking his toes into the sand as he whistles "Cheeseburger in paradise." He wears super lotion on his nose; an ode to Kevin 'Ug' Lee from the early 90s TV-series "Salute Your Shorts." Or maybe he is really Lost on an island somewhere in the Pacific and he is just making the best out of his situation. If I was stranded on an island I would make the sweetest fort/house/treebungalow you have ever seen. Quick lets bury Moe before he wakes up.