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The Cougar 9000. It's the Rolls Royce of wheelchairs. This is like... you're almost glad to be handicapped.



I know that it looks like Elmo has suffered an OD, but he hasn't. He's just had a long day. There's only so much bangers and mash in brown onion gravy that a little red monster can take before it's time for bed.

That said, there is a certain vibe about the above photo that screams Keef Richards at the Villefranche-sur-Mer, and I've seen Elmo and Henry stagger around the room to Tumbling Dice enough to know that neither would have been out of place during the sessions for Exile on Main Street.

On other matters, I would like to wish everybody a belated Merry Bastille Day for yesterday. I feel that Henry has the potential to be a future Robespierre to his father's Saint-Just, only with far more tickling and far less bloodshed.

Also, we've had some good feedback on the impending baby's name, but I'm still open for more. To answer one question, Elmo isn't on the list because we already have an Elmo living here. Two would be overkill, and probably confusing.

With the scheduled launching of child version 2.0 due in just 24 days, we really need to come to some agreement and save on the hassle of all three of us calling it something different!
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Anonymous said…
Maybe Elmo is jealous of all the attention he is missing.
15 July 2008 at 22:02
Maria Verivaki said…
this is a weird title for a post - i hope it's not demeaning...
16 July 2008 at 06:24
Anonymous said…
Like a bad penny, I am back...

I read the 10 comments people left in response to my thinking I would stop or quit posting on my Better Blog Writing blog. Then I felt bad. So I got some pictures I took this morning and arranged them on Better Blog Writing as a kind of continuation. Take a look and if it is something you can learn from then I will continue.

Abraham Lincoln
Brookville, Ohio
16 July 2008 at 06:47
Pat said…
Hello there! First time visiting your blog, and I like it, so I'll be back! I love Elmo, and those cookies (biscuits!) look great...
16 July 2008 at 07:06
freefalling said…
Had you considered Keef?
What about Kochie (I know you're a fan!).
Actually that doesn't sound too bad, Kochie McCracken.
It's the "sh" sound.
Therefore.... Michel (you know, the french kind) - bit poofy.
Fatoush - bit culinary.
Kristian - too WYD'ish.
Yeah, I dunno - I'm bad at naming stuff (or people, or animals).
I did tell you my great uncle's name was Jack McCracken, didn't I?
Wanna return the favour?
I need a name for my house (yeah, I know - wanky).
But it's gunna get holiday rented and needs a name - any ideas?
It looks like this.
http://tinyurl.com/56gxf8
16 July 2008 at 07:13
Kris McCracken said…
Kiwi, the title is a reference to an episode of Seinfeld. It's an allusion to that point with which salesmanship merges with bad taste.
16 July 2008 at 08:48
angie said…
how about soda for a girl or seven for a boy?

ha! i know you'll get that!

actually, i like isaak, levi, or frederick (in that order) for a boy

and astrid for a girl
16 July 2008 at 10:20
Anonymous said…
Not only is Elmo uber-cool, he's also very photogenic! Fab photo :)
16 July 2008 at 20:17
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