Spacing Out

Washington DC

Greetings from our nation's capital. I have been reluctant to accept NASA's invitation to join the space program. After all, it's been painful for me to get over what NASA did to Uncle Basil, Aunt Perdita, and other friends and family members in the early stages of the space program. And to think they dared call it "manned" space flight. Come on; it was "monkeyed" space flight first.

Anyway, I dropped by NASA headquarters today to see where things stand and, well, I think the space suit will look great once a few adjustments are made. And my new friend Vivian from NASA almost has me convinced to give it all another try.

Take it Frank......Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars......

Minding My Own Business

Santa Monica, CA

Well you can see that I have been sitting here at Shutters on the Beach minding my own business. Nice room, and don't I go well with the decor. Monkey Chic!




Anyway, Jessica, Zack, and I drove down to Rodeo Drive before dinner at Spago and I saw this amazing, yellow Bugatti, probably a $200,000 car. My Bugatti was red, but I always wanted a banana-colored one. Suddenly, out of nowhere, comes a former girlfriend of mine to pose next to the car. Hey, babe, I got your Bugatti right here.

The World = My Oyster

Aboard The World

The planet's most amazing "floating luxury residence" pulled into Boston Harbor tonight and, well, this equally amazing monkey made that scene, too. Jessica, Auntie Pat and I started the afternoon with a lengthy brunch at the Taj Hotel in the Back Bay (top photo) and now here we are.

As you can see, the ship issued some foul-weather gear, but it's too large, Oh well, as long as they don't issue any foul-mouth gear. Then I'd really be in trouble. It's off to dinner. Ciao!