Thursday, September 22, 2011

Project 4: More Nature Forms!!

"Why do they keep looking at us like that?"

"I don't know. You think the ropes are too tight?"


"I don't know. Whatever. Help me move the dead ones into the other room so these ones here stop crying."

Project 3: Stacked Paper

This Is What Paper Looks Like When You Cut It Into Circles.

This Is The Paper From The Bad Side of Town.

By Day Two The Banana Was Already Bruised All Over and Asked Us, "Please Stop Handling Me So Roughly!"

But We Didn't.

My Paper Banana. Considerably More Appetizing.

Using a Wide Angle Lens Makes Him Feel Bigger.

Paper Banana is the Left Side of the Heart, Which Is Just A Little Bigger and More Caring. You're Just Facing the Wrong Direction.

Look at Him With His Stem. He Loves It.

Paper Banana is Always the Big Spoon. Watching Real Banana Sleep, and Plotting His Murder, Even in His Dreams.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Project 2: Pulleys

John clapped his hands together and cracked his knuckles. "Let's get this baby rollin."

He pulled the rope, his biceps straining, inch by inch. "Yes!" shouted Maxwell from the surveilance bridge above. "Keep pulling!"

In the diance, a slow metallic howl could be heard as the ship rose up.

"You know boss, I don't get it," winced John between breaths.

"Don't get what?" replied Maxwell.

"You want to pull the ship up into orbit, but you've got a pulley attached to the sun. If you could get the pulley up there, why can't you have just-

"Quiet!" shouted Maxwell. "I don't pay you to think! I pay you to pull, so pull!"

Sure enough, the ship made it to orbit, but later that night, Maxwell couldn't get past the fact that he had overlooked such an obvious hole in his plan.

"Oh well," he said. "At least now I have the space laser in place." And with that, he called the United Nations for a little chat.

Project 1: Nature Items and Paper Boxes

I told the mermaid that a genie had given me a wish.

She told me to be careful what I asked for.

She said she'd once wished for a sister, just like herself, cut from the same mold.

Someone to confide in, someone to relate to.

But she wasn't specific enough, and the mold was just paper and glue.

Her sister frayed and split, melting away into the blue eternity.

She told me asking for money would probably be a safer bet.