Tuesday, April 22, 2008

It's Your Lucky Day



Dear hairless inconsequential monkeys who adore me,

I am back. I am not sure I will remain, because I might be distracted at any moment by a peanut. But that is your problem, not mine. I am considering opening a whole new site. If I do so, it will be your honor and privilege to go there and ooh and ahh over my brilliant and insufferably cute blog posts.

This has been a wonderful week. The fat human finally got around to buying me a second perch so I could sit higher than the obsolete white bird who still has not been set out for the garbage people.

The marvelous thing about this perch is that it is full of red dye, so I can mash my face against it all day in order to make my cheeks pink. This is a look I like. I am a great admirer of President Reagan, who always had nice pink cheeks.

Here is a photo so you can admire the change. I know makeup may seem inappropriate for a he-man stud like me, but one day I expect to be a media darling, so I have to get used to it.


Why do I have to be Mr. Pink?


And now here's a video of a less-important bird.




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7 comments:

Maynard the Cockatoo said...

You still look stupid to me.

AND WHY AM I NOT BEING SQUEEZED?

Susan Humeston said...

I love both Maynard and Marv - I look forward to further posts from both of them. And the inconsequential bird? He must be drinking Cuban coffee or something....

Anonymous said...

I am relieved. I had wondered if you had been displaced by a finch, or perhaps a ruffled grouse.

Jeffro said...

I thought a (gasp) cat had gotten to you.

Susan Humeston said...

Pink is so very becoming on you, oh Great Answer Bird. Answer me this - why can't we all just get along - you know, Cockatoos and African grays - just hold...er....wings or something - and just get along.....

richard mcenroe said...

Karma karma karma karma karma cockatoo...

Anonymous said...

Suze is correct; pink becomes you.

But why - oh why - did you post a video of some ridiculous small green bird? Your audience could be hearing some oratory by you, or viewing you mashing your face against your red perch, or some other fascinating activity.

Instead, we get this no-talent fellow with a used toothbrush.

Oy.