Eggsplosion!

Chick Chick Chick Chick Chicken
Lay a little egg for me
Chick Chick Chick Chick Chicken
I want one for my tea
Oh I haven't had an egg since Easter
And now it's half-past three
Chick Chick Chick Chick Chicken
Lay a little egg for me

Fred Holt / Thomas McGhee / Irving King

The beginning was the end
Of Everything
The Ape regards his tail
He's stuck on it
Repeats until he fails
Half a goon and half a god
A man's not made of steel

Mark Mothersbaugh / Gerald V Casale

Kudos to the Kosmos for Doity Boids using Doity Woids

By enthusiastic demand we held a "Doity Boid" night for Cocktale Time.

A coop was built and placed 100m up so no one within random earshot would hear anything they shouldn't.

We had a lot of fun.

To be honest, it wasn't so doity.

I guess they just wanted the option to use doity woids if they felt like it.

The results were made available on a red poster instead of the usual pristine white.

It's Cocktale Time!

The stage was set.

The stories were written as much as they could be. They were stories about The Big Bang, Origin of the Species, sociocultural observations, The Crocodile Hunter, and so on.

What could possibly have gone wrong?

Or did everything go according to The Great Plan?

Why are they known as "Mad Libs"?

Is madness being liberated?


Is it madness to congregate in a roost concealed within a giant egg and rewrite the story of the cosmos?

Not when you're wearing your Game Face!

Dance the Dance

Dance the dance to bring on the moon,
Dance because we can;
Dance the dance of a thousand cultures,
Since the dawn of Man.

Dance the dance to bring on the sun,
Dance into the dawn;
Ring that cowbell, beat that drum,
Daytime's shroud has drawn.

Eggphitheatre

As the art does its part, I begin preparation for seating...

Comfortable roosts are designed and positioned within the eggphitheatre.

Room for 32 guests. If I need more I can always make perches.

Work-in-Progress@Night

As though it possesses its own gravitational core, the mass pulls images into place and a cohesive shape becomes recognizable.

Like a Cosmic Drain in Reverse

Eager to enter the virtual grid, images appear and give the impression of swirling leaves on a blustery autumn evening.

From overhead they appear to follow a primal path, the mass spiraling into itself...

Images are metaphorically aflame with their own inner light.  Someday it could be a literal regard.