This man/woman/crab/god demands respect. He beckons us with his other-worldly smile. Closer now, we see distorted light, but can make no sense of his signs. We reach toward him, but he dodges and weaves. [Rattle-snap!] Retreat, retreat!
We will keep our distance, for now.
Signed, your intrepid
Space Monkey Twins
From the recorded journal of Space Monkey Twins
11_18_2013
Jingle ball is our single remaining link to the other space monkeys. Code can be transmitted through careful manipulation by salivary glands. Also responds to happy squealing and screeching. Messages received through series of rattles. Connection seems to be weakening. [suck suck] Hello? Hello? Orbit monkeys do you copy? Not sure if it’s working. [brief rattle] We may be stranded here for good…
Your intrepid
Space Monkey Twins
These babies have adorable feet. Actually, they have many adorable attributes: feet, cheeks, noses, bellies, bottoms. They are great big bundles of adorable. And that’s not to mention the cheerful voices, or their smell of baby shampoo and milk, which of course you can’t sketch.
“They are so amazingly cute,” D said to me yesterday.
“Yeah.” I agreed. “But then again, how do we know? Maybe they’re actually just fat and drooly and not cute at all.” D laughed, and we looked at each other for a minute.
In any case, they’re the most beautiful babies we’ve ever seen, though I’ll admit we’ve got stars in our eyes.
This is definitely some kind of germ. Wonky, jangly, spitty-slimy. Good for launching across the room into dust bunnies. Good for grabbing, shaking, bonking on forehead. Prognosis? Let me put it in my mouth again I’ll let you know.
Signed,
Space Monkey 1
Farmers and twin baby cows, that’s my concept for Halloween 2013. This idea springs from my having acquired two free baby cow costumes off the local parents’ list serv. I can’t wait to see the babies dressed as little cows. I can’t wait to take them out and show them off. I can’t wait to see other babies dressed in costumes.
I’ve never been that into Halloween before. In fact I can’t remember the last time I dressed up. I think it was in college when I half-heartedly stuck a few glow-in-the-dark stars on myself and said I was the night sky.
But something about the babies is bringing out my Halloween spirit. It isn’t just me, either. D bought a pumpkin and says we are going to carve it. A big pumpkin. I can see this happening with other holidays, too: Thanksgiving, Hannukah, Christmas. We’ll have to show the babies how it’s done. They will keep us in line.
Personally, I can’t wait to eat three-musketeers bars and reminisce about the costumes I made in elementary school. So this works out pretty well for me, too.
Now that the babies are starting to interact with their environment, we’ve gotten a few more toys. Some of them are truly amazing objects. I can’t imagine why the babies are transfixed…
This baby’s first rattle is actively trying to hypnotize. Or it’s watching you with its one bloodshot eye. Or at least transmitting some sort of code.
The toys remind me a bit of David Macauley’s book, Motel of the Mysteries. I could imagine an archaeologist of the future postulating strange ceremonial uses for them.
Space Monkey Twins 