Max fights the octorok with his termomos. The octorok is a baddie from the Zelda video games, but the termomos is Max’s creation.
Town-o!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Max has discovered folk music. Dad hopes it is a passing phase.
Coinage: Wistified
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Wistify: To wrap a blanket around your belly and twist around in bed.
Zeppo and I are wistified.
Illustration from There is no Bok Choy.
Walking to The Quaternary
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The periods of the geologic time scale are fascinating, it seems, and Max enjoys relating facts about them, although this observation, in reference to a picture illustrating some of the important periods, was also a bit poetic:
He’s walking to the Quaternary
In the picture, a human is incorrectly shown in the Tertiary period. Humans actually arose in the middle of the Quaternary, hence Max’s comment. Here is the picture:
The Minotaur and the Plunger
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Could you plunger up the alarming creatures?
We think this has something to do with mythical creatures and dinosaurs fighting. Max frequently talks about “using defense” while holding his thumbs out with closed fists. The thumbs are a reference to Iguanodon, an ornithopod with prominent spikes for thumbs.
He is also very interested in the result of fights between various monsters, such as the Minotaur vs the Wolfman. We suppose it is just his version of fantasy baseball or the Marvel hero vs the D.C. hero.
Yer Clogging the Pipes
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Hey Grumpy, get your feet off the Internet.
His parents have absolutely no idea what this means.
Max On Climate Change
Friday, August 21, 2009
Max explores our options for climate engineering.
If you put a blizzard inside a drought it would be cold and would rain.
I suppose that is true. Should we suggest it to NOAA?
If it ever snows in San Diego…
Saturday, August 8, 2009
After reading a little book about rescue dogs, Max says:
If Beatrix-o is ever in an avalanche, I will rescue her. I’ll get her out by her onesie using a sycamore branch.
Bald Headed Baby
Friday, August 7, 2009
Bald Headed Baby doesn’t say “Waaah.” He says “Where’s my treat?”
Bald Headed Baby is Max’s favorite 10th century B.C. clay Olmec figurine. Yes, his parent are also baffled. We guess he just likes babies.
To further explain, Max adds:
I like the bald headed baby. He’s a Meso-American baby.
Zeppologue