Wednesday, August 31, 2005

How Can We Be Lovers If We Can't Be Friends?

I found this picture of Ange and myself at the bottom of my toy chest. Underneath my Hulk Hands and this weird magnetic bracelet Hero bought for me was an image that I thought would never see the light of day. A picture without Zippy. A picture when Ange was still "Mommy." I miss those days. I really, really do. I'm sure you've been reading Zippy's blog, although it's not really that interesting because she watches too much television and reads too many magazines that Buster told me aren't real. I'm not really mad, though. I just wish that I could remember all of the times Ange and I had together. I don't know if you know but I'm four now. And this picture was probably taken when I was three, which was a long time ago. It's hard to remember stuff, although once I learned how to go to the bathroom like a big boy I never forgot.

Buster told me I might be getting my own TV show. Hero told me that if I did, he would help design the set. Worthington told me he wanted to be there every step of the way, from making sure applesauce was always in my trailer to my homework getting done. I don't know how I feel about all this. I just want a banana and some cake. Ange told me I could probably live on bananas and cake if I needed to. Maybe I'll send a banana to people who really need it. I have lots of them.

I just woke up and I need to get ready for school. Worthington has my lunch ready, and Hero is going to drive me. If I have time, I'll make Worthington write something else. Bye!

P.S. - If anyone wants to send me candy, just let me know, ok?

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

My Sister Is A Copy Cat!!!!

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

In A New York Minute!

It was just another trip to the place people in America call the Big Apple. I think that's funny. Hero was somewhere else, and Zippy and I were with Ange. I was just a normal kid, with a normal life, and normal influences, like Van Gogh and Basquiat. But then ... IT HAPPENED!

I don't know why everyone started reading my blog, but Worthington told me it was because I was really special. He said it was my paintings, and my laugh. Well, I'm not so sure about all this. When Ange took me shopping the other day, everyone kept staring at us, and I knew they were really staring at me. Usually, they stare at Ange because she's really pretty and she's my mommy and she's really nice, but now that I'm famous, everyone seems to be acting weird.

I only started this to have an outlet for my thoughts. Worthington thought that it was a good idea, and that it would help me get rid of the pressure of being so cool. But, I don't know! In light of all that has happened, Hero and Ange both suggested I hire a publicist. Worthington found me a really cool dude, Buster West & Associates. He can be reached at - he is my new publicist, and he makes me happy. He told me "don't worry kid, we'll make sure your face is everywhere, from cereal to CBS!" Is that good? Ange said for now, that's really good.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005


Ange told me we might be getting another one. I'm not so sure if that's good. I like Zahara I guess, and Hero told me that it might be fun to have more. BUT I'M FOUR NOW. And that's no lie. Ange and Hero got me swords, guns, missles, bombs, and sneakers. I'm really lucky to have them, and now that I'm living at the Ocean House, I'm going to start school with Americans instead of British kids. I liked being the only kid, and now I like being the only boy, so I hope Ange was jaykaying when we had to take this picture.

I wonder what I'm going to learn in school this year. I can already jump. I can walk, crawl, run, and paint, too. I spend most of my time working on abstracts, but I can also build sand castles and mud pies. Maybe I will learn how to play the guitar. Or ride Hero's motorbike. Or maybe they will teach me to read, but Worthington already does that for me, and he told me not to worry because he'll always tell me exactly what it says.

Worthington is getting on the plane and leaving the castle and coming to the Ocean House and I'm really excited and I'm really happy and Hero told me he can sleep on the bottom bunk in my room! Zahara and Ange have been sleeping together a lot, and Hero usually sleeps in a tent outside and prays and talks to himself and builds fires and draws pictures of houses. The Ocean House is fun. Ange told me we will be staying here at least six whole months! That means I'll be 4 1/2 when we even start looking to go. I'm hungry! I'm going to make a mud pie now. JK! No, fruit roll-ups. Ha!

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Did You Ever Know That You're My Hero?

I have a hero in my life, and it's not Spiderman or Franz Ferdinand (but I love them both. Especially Mr. Ferdinand - I love his songs!). It's my dad, Brad! BradDad!! Ange had no problem with me calling him BradDad, but she told me I shouldn't get my hopes up when it was all brand new and stuff. But now, with Zahara and Ange BFFing, I needed someone in my life to be my friend. BradDad is not just my friend, though. He's my HERO, and he could beat up anyone else if he wanted to. Have you seen Fight Club? I've seen it 16 times already.

Ange told me I should be nice to Hero because Hero really likes me a lot. And Ange told me that everyone needs a hero, so even if BradDad isn't the best hero, he's a great hero for now. I think I know what Ange means, so I've been extra-nice to Hero, sometimes even calling him Daddy. Hero enrolled me in a school near the Ocean House just in case we live there or something.

Ange and Zahara have been playing lots of games, and doing other stuff that Ange and I used to do. Hero is helping me redecorate my room at the Ocean House; I'm going for a medieval look to remind me of my Castle and bedroom #5.

I'm confused. It's a whole other world now that I'm four. Am I different? Will Worthington treat me different? Will Hero and Ange want me to start doing chores? I've never done anything that I didn't want to do, so I don't know how to do something I don't like doing. That's going to be really, really hard. Maybe I'll paint something to represent my bad frustrations.