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	Packbawky Grey I have now gone through the entire spectrum of my wardrobe in bird impressions. (Doesn't say much for my taste in clothes, does it?) I can flap all I want, and wear a cardboard beak, but in the end I'm still just some berk standing on a chair. I'm not going anywhere! Ha, ha. This photo is Public Uploaded on April 29, 2006
	Packbawky Red The world, I feel, needs more blanket-assisted bird impressions. I think I'm a flamingo today, or possibly some kind of crane. E come la civetta È uccello sanguinario Il suo cibo ordinario È il cuore. Mangia il cuore! Per questo io non ne ho più. --Puccini, La Bohème (Man, I'm such a dope--I took about 10 frames of this one before realising I'd forgotten to wear my beak. Can't have a bird without a beak!) This photo is Public Uploaded on April 28, 2006
	Packbawky White Look at me! I'm a seagull! (The pose isn't QUITE what I'd had in mind--I wanted to be about an inch to the right--but this shot was unbelievably hard to get, in any form at all. You try standing on one foot and flapping a sheet about, while holding your head as still as possible. It's not as easy as you'd think. I even fell off the chair completely a couple of times. Ha, ha.) This photo is Public Uploaded on April 27, 2006
	A silly bird with its beak skew-wiff What can I say? "Flap, flap, flap!" That about sums it up, eh? This photo is Public Uploaded on April 26, 2006
	Ah, che barbaro appetito! (Fine family dining) You know what's been raising my brows, just lately? Family restaurant commercials that have popular Italian arias in the background. They always pick ones like La donna è mobile, which don't have much to do with wholesome family values. (La donna è mobile is a song about the fickleness of women, being sung by a married man who's about to cheat on his wife for, oh, maybe the thousandth time. Another popular commercial jingle is Libiamo ne' lieti calici, which is a nice little exchange between a Parisian courtesan and her admirer.) Now, don't get me wrong--I have no objection to these songs. I love Italian opera. But I do have to wonder if the restaurants using these songs have ANY idea what's accompanying their softly-lit images of happy spaghetti-sucking children and their doting parents. Do they listen to the lyrics, or just throw in something familiar and Italian? Anyhow, this is me lurking under the table in just such a restaurant. I am going to sing a naughty song, steal some food, and maybe stab someone. This photo is Public Uploaded on April 26, 2006