ColdChef is at Mardi Gras. I have a live update.

Been a busy couple weeks here.

Muchas gracias to Sam, Dana & Nick, Tony, Scott and Mayor Bloomberg and Governor Pataki for their kindness and hospitality during my all-too-short visit this weekend. Also, Tizzie's nice too (duh). As a token of my appreciation, here are some photos of baby animals...

First, the basics:

Baby Kitten

Another Baby Kitten

Yet Another Baby Kitten

Baby Puppies

Baby Bunny

Baby IDunno (possibly kittens?)

Baby Who Fuggin Cares What It Is It's Cute Goddammit (hamster?)

Baby Raccoon

Now let's get exotic...

Baby Roo

Baby Hippo

Baby Panda

And, of course...
Baby Monkey (Baboonus OMFGSoCutus)

So, how 'bout them [insert your local or otherwise fave team of choice here], huh? Think they'll make it?

Why Our SWAT Team Needs A Monkey.

"Monkeys are disarming. Criminals are often armed. Therefore, monkeys can disarm criminals."

Discuss.

aine42 & Christyl have made it into NYC, and they're fitting right in:

The above bird is flipped out of love alone. I think.

So, two questions:

1. Have you-all met Christyl? She sends her best.

2. Who deserves the bird today?

Found within the depths of the Monkey Miscellany section of the Comic Book Gorillarama, which I can't believe hasn't graced these pages before. The Gorilla Cover Gallery is only a part of this massive body of simian research.

Clearly, we gots some catchin' up to do.

My list is almost ready. How 'bout all you other swappers?

Anyone got any fun and/or revolutionary plans for Thursday's festivities? Black-ops? Pizza party? Drunken church-desecration?

Stavrosthewonderchicken had a link to this fabulous site over at the Empty Bottle.

Who could fail to love an Orange Monkey and his many hats?

Hooray for our own Vidiot! He's doing an awesome job photo-blogging the *shudder* GOP.

I'm just a little bit worried - first, about the GOP cooties, and second, that he wants a suit like this.

Those curious locks so aptly twin'd,
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
--Thomas Carew

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
--Matthew Arnold (1822-88).

Guys are always patting my bald head for luck, pinching
my belly to hear my girlish laugh
--Homer Simpson

So what do you think?

I know. It looks silly. Let me explain....

My brother recently came down with a touch of the cancer. Last month, they removed his left testicle. This week, he started chemotherapy--just to make sure they got everything. (HE'S GOING TO BE FINE. The cure rate for this type of C is somewhere around 95%.)

Anyway, on Sunday he made with the shaving of the head. I followed suit--he's got enough to worry about without being the silliest looking member of the Poulos family.

Jonmc and I just returned from Brooklyn, where we saw The Zambonis perform. We vote for making them the official 9622 band, a.) because they sing songs solely about hockey; b.) because of their insanely catchy hit "Hockey Monkey", c.) because rhythm guitarist/singer/defenseman Dave Zamboni gave us a shoutout. (Closeup here.)

Some more pictures from the evening:

The Hockey Monkey (stuffed), center stage;
the Hockey Monkey (live), in NJ Devils jersey and Hartford Whalers toque, with Jon Zamboni;
Matt Zamboni, in vintage 1971 Canucks jersey, achieving orbit;
the Hockey Monkey, in an Islanders jersey this time, with Jon Zamboni; and
the Hockey Monkey with Steve Zamboni and Dave Zamboni.

(sorry for crummy image quality; phonecam was all I had with me tonight.)

With the holidays coming up and this thread putting me in a rare happy and giving spirit, I've got a modest proposal. How about a 9622 secret Santa/Satan/Hannukah Harry/Kwanzaa Keith gift swap? I'll even offer to admin it. Any thoughts?

How many bands and musicians are abusively using our names? Lots of them! Take a butcher's at the gall of Uncle Fester and Miguel Migs. Google for your homonyms and doppelgangers now!

Let loose your rage!

C'mon, thundersluts. Let's see 'em...

Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!

Everybody, SING!

You and me. The OK Corral. High noon.

I have just posted a picture of ElectraWoman and DynaGirl. There is no particular reason for such a thing.

There exists something called The Electra Woman and Dyna Girl Webopedia. There is no particular reason for such a thing.

Summoned to Electra-base
By the electracoms they wear.
Lori and Judy dare to face
any criminal anywhere.

If you're in Philly between now and December 15th make sure you stop in to see this show at the ICA. Make sure you say hello to these guys.
This private collection was started in 1985 and now includes over 1,500 monkeys.
More sock monkey stuff including instructions. What is this woman thinking? And how about Undressed or baby monkeys?

And here's a prezzy for him: beautiful, bitchin' bass players galore! I don't know who his favourite is, but mine is Louise Gordon from Veruca Salt. Take your pick, TJ - she's yours! In a metaphorical - but nice - way, of course...

This should be an easy one. Bonus points for their names, the song they were singing, and what band did live covers of the song with a vacuum cleaner.

A product no simian should be without. Like this or this or even this. This on the onther hand is just wrong somehow.

All images are from Tom's Wacky Packages Page, the most complete guide to the card series I've seen online. I'm willing to bet that more than a few monkey islanders sense of humor was molded in part by these gems, which could be very twisted, occasionally surreal and even branching off into satire of satire.

Wallow, brethren, wallow!

How are we dressing our monkeys?

"I only wear it on bad hair days. Really."

"Some people call it a sling blade. I call it a kaiser blade."

Is today the day to send out the mixes? How are we all doing with that? I have not received any yet, but dogmatic reported getting a few in the mail. He brought his mix by this weekend, and I must say that it is thoroughly enjoyable. I will stop by Mailboxes Etc. at lunch and send my shipments of doom to all you Mojos.

With the aid of Tommy Lucia and his highly trained sheep dog, imported from Scotland, "Whiplash" rounds up a herd of wild sheep. Although the agility and skill of his canine companion are unmatched, it is the unpredictable antics of this pint size primate, that keeps the onlookers in stitches.

Yet another post about the CDswap.
The lists have been sent out. We did it in three groups.

Click here to see the final groups.

I think we should shoot for two weeks to get your discs in the mail. As I said in the email, if you don't live up to your end of the deal, you will be publicly humiliated.

If you're not on the list, and you should be--or if you have any other questions, let me know at cdswap@9622.net ASAP.

Welcome to the website of the royal order of the ape-o-naut - listed on yahoo's 'What's New', specifically due to their Famous Monkeys Through History section. I am most disturbed/pleased by Oliver, the chimp who (at the bottom of the page) is listed as having learned to drink, enjoy coffee and beer, and smoke cigars - and make sexual advances, no less. Saddest is the rhesus named Crap. Yes, someone appears to have tattooed 'CRAP' on her forehead.

And what would you drink with it?

And that's exactly the way it should be. Dude: Bonobos rule.

See you guys later - I'll be on Bermuda next week.

Hey, could you keep an eye on the house for me? Maybe water the plants, watch out for burglars, that sort of thing? The key's under the mat, just let yourselves in.

Thanks!

Nate The Sock Monkey and his best friend.

My cockles are warmed.

Also: Nate in Miguel's homeland

Bobo was determined not to have another losing weekend at the track, so he took matters into his own hands.

watch the 'video' (flash).
d/l the mp3.
buy the merch.

brought to you by the band three brain. yeah, the weeeeee! guys.