The further adventures of an earthbound alien

Yes that was the answer to my grand question I asked last time. Let’s see who today’s winner is Carl. Well Steve it’s… it’s. It’s no one because I’m pretty sure no one reads this blog. So, in that respect we’re all winners.
There have been a lot of changes in the last two-year, a lot of new locations (4 places to live in three new towns, and three new schools and six new teachers.) and a couple new jobs… nine to be exact, but I can take it.
My love of Haiku has blossomed and faded, we got a new car and I don’t really exercise anymore. Great!
I still have the same wife and kids, so that’s good. And woke up some dormant friendships.
But I think the highlight of the last two years was the epic Haiku about Singapore. Reprinted here with the permission of the author:


Singapore
By Chaffie Mc Chaffington
Hot, wet Singapore
I shall always think fondly
Of your great progress

Your steaming prawn balls,
your prosperity pizza,
and stewed chicken feet.

That job really blew.
That guy was a real ass.
But I don’t blame you.

Your strict laws keep me
safe from speeding coconuts.
Or gay gum chewers.

The smell of your cabs
Will always be in my shirts
As will your duck sauce.

I walk and I shop.
In this, the year of the blog.
You’re talking cock, la!

We’re going home soon
And we have a lot of junk
A lot of your junk.

And so, fare thee well
Corn in a cup and monkeys.
Good by to you Singapore!

Vanda Miss Joaquim
I shall miss your fragrant smell,
and all those wet ants.

Here’s to another two more readerless years!
Waiter! Champaign!!

Well looks like I coming up to the end of Disney! The big layoff, for me, hits this Friday and I won’t be back until Ferb-ruary. Not too bad considering most of my crew will be off until June. I could have talked Disney into working me straight through but I have the other project to get into line before the big broadcasters trade show in January, plus he's been dead since the sixties. So this layoff hits in just the right spot.
And the writers continue to strike.
The writers strike because they need more residuals to live on. Their union made a bad deal at the beginning of the videotape era and never updated it. Naturally the guys with the money aren’t going to just cough up the doe on their own. So, why not strike now. The summer heat is over and the rain won’t really start until after the first of the year. Good time to be out walking around, holding signs. Apparently writing for shows is sporadic and the only way these guys can survive long term is they continue to get money from their efforts. To the writers I say good luck. And when you reach a settlement I would like it if you’d pop by the animation union and wave the new contract in their faces. And say something to the effect of, “Maybe your people could do with some residuals! Did you ever think of that?”

The Family and I just moved into a new house over the weekend. No we didn’t buy. We’re renting. Funny owning a house and a rental house in MI and still having to rent a house out here. The rent we get monthly in MI would cover about a two and a half weeks out here. But out here we are moving forward.
Yeah, I know it was 9 am but you can't move ice cream.

Speaking of moving forward, there is another milestone coming up on the 18th of December. Can anyone guess?

Here I am on the lot. I guess some show had a winter carnival scene. This is the real thing. It may not seem like a big deal in MI but the snow actually stayed around for two days.