Showing posts with label Cade Roster. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cade Roster. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
MISSION 20: THE YEAR IN REVIEW, OR BABY STEPS
Well, that about wraps it up for the under one crowd. Sorry to have left you in the dust, but we have things to accomplish, my shipmate and I. Today Vaughn and I became one. (Well, age-wise, not physically, because that technology hasn't been invented yet.) That's right, true-believers. This mission has eaten up a year of our lives so far, and we have no intention of slowing down. Each day we progress, we get faster, smarter and exponentially more good looking. You can't stop our uniqueness. Why would you even try? Just stand back and let us roll on through. Here's to the dawn of the age of supermodel/astronaut/presidents!
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Mission 17: Sons of Invention.
I know you think we're pretty amazing. We know we do. We've been working really hard lately, what with entering the sixth month of our integration into this tribal society and all, it's been a busy time. We want you to know that though we care about each and every one of you, and your feelings regarding us, we cannot always be there for you. You see, we have been busy. Busy inventing.
What, you ask? What have those two daring travellers from beyond time been doing with their precious hours between daylight and dusk?
Well, for one thing we have been inventing the concept of teeth. While teeth may seem to be something that you see every day on the street, at the park, or on the floor, they don't just appear magically. These things take a great deal of time and energy to produce. We haven't had a breakthrough yet, but we're close. Alarmingly close.
I myself have been inventing a new type of scream which involves using my entire lung capacity, whereas my shipmate Vaughn has been inventing a new form of drool, so epic, so prolific, it can cover a square foot of fabric in minutes. Feel honored to be reading this. we are pioneers in our fields.
We have also been inventing sitting up, and brace yourselves; eating solids. Mind you, the solids are in the form of a soupy mixture of rice and formula, but hey, no teeth, remember?
Eating is a complex ritual that involves one or two of the parents sitting us down and preparing us food. We then utilize a complex tool called a spoon. I have watched, and it seems to be a rite of passage to graduate from spoon to another device called a fork. We will attempt to rise in the tribal hierarchy until we can use said instrument, but untill then we will have to make do with this spoon thing. It's a tricky device, involving physics and all kinds of other things probably too hard for you to understand. We have also been studying with great interest the way the parents masticate, using their jaw muscles in a ritualistic motion that enables large and tough pieces of food to be digested. We have been mimicking these motions, but the parents seem wary. Instead they have been giving us many strange things to practice these motions on, including various pieces of fabric, objects that have been chilled, and the occasional finger. It has been a busy time, but I believe we are both integrating, and ingratiating to the hosts.
Our trans-time digital image uploader is recharging, so please return later to see the current images we have captured in the name of history.
Oh! Also, we seem to have invented toes! I don't know if there's already a patent out on those, but they are pretty revolutionary.
What, you ask? What have those two daring travellers from beyond time been doing with their precious hours between daylight and dusk?
Well, for one thing we have been inventing the concept of teeth. While teeth may seem to be something that you see every day on the street, at the park, or on the floor, they don't just appear magically. These things take a great deal of time and energy to produce. We haven't had a breakthrough yet, but we're close. Alarmingly close.
I myself have been inventing a new type of scream which involves using my entire lung capacity, whereas my shipmate Vaughn has been inventing a new form of drool, so epic, so prolific, it can cover a square foot of fabric in minutes. Feel honored to be reading this. we are pioneers in our fields.
We have also been inventing sitting up, and brace yourselves; eating solids. Mind you, the solids are in the form of a soupy mixture of rice and formula, but hey, no teeth, remember?
Eating is a complex ritual that involves one or two of the parents sitting us down and preparing us food. We then utilize a complex tool called a spoon. I have watched, and it seems to be a rite of passage to graduate from spoon to another device called a fork. We will attempt to rise in the tribal hierarchy until we can use said instrument, but untill then we will have to make do with this spoon thing. It's a tricky device, involving physics and all kinds of other things probably too hard for you to understand. We have also been studying with great interest the way the parents masticate, using their jaw muscles in a ritualistic motion that enables large and tough pieces of food to be digested. We have been mimicking these motions, but the parents seem wary. Instead they have been giving us many strange things to practice these motions on, including various pieces of fabric, objects that have been chilled, and the occasional finger. It has been a busy time, but I believe we are both integrating, and ingratiating to the hosts.
Our trans-time digital image uploader is recharging, so please return later to see the current images we have captured in the name of history.
Oh! Also, we seem to have invented toes! I don't know if there's already a patent out on those, but they are pretty revolutionary.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Mission 11: The Big Freak Out
Hello again loyal readers! What is up? We are keeping it real like you couldn't believe. Today we participated in an ancient tribal ritual celebrated by the father figure in our tribal unit. It was called Halloween. It seemed pretty interesting, involving facepaint and body modifications, with a healthy dose of gourd mutilation, of which we are always in favor!
However, it appears Dad was too lazy/unmotivated/cheap to buy a gourd, so he used a persimmon. Whatever!
(Parents note: Happy 1st Anniversary, Gemma & Brian!)
It is important to note that we have reached one month in our research mission thus far. the Parents are extremely pleased that we have decided to hang out with them, and have arranged some meetings with various members of their tribe. So far none of them have smelled too bad, but we are convinced that the male named "Watanabe" has the ability to make Vaughn empty his bowels on command. I am cautious, but intrigued!
As we suspect is custom in such tribal inductions, the parents have received quite a few gifts from other member of their extended tribe. For this we can only thrive, and we thank you all! Great work everyone! Your efforts are not in vain!
to further thank you we submit some pictures of ourselves, as we know these are treasured more than many stocks at their current value.
zen styles
Frankenfish
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Mission 9: Physical Endurance Tests
As anyone from the future knows, the past hasn't always been wine and roses. My shipmate Vaughn and I were prepared to travel to a time where even the most basic hoverchairs did not exist yet. We knew that people went from one place to another using their legs What we weren't quite sure about, was when did the endurance training begin?
Yeah. That's right. It began the day after the second visit to the "Doctor". Mom and Dad woke us up at the evil hour of 12 in the afternoon to do these rude calisthenics they condescendingly refer to as "lying on the tummy". Make no mistake, the training was tough and long, and we worked hard to resist the mighty force known as gravity. Needless to say, we passed with flying colors. I figure that was enough of a demonstration to prove to the parents that we are capable and adaptive! Mission accomplished, right Mom and Dad?
Yeah. That's right. It began the day after the second visit to the "Doctor". Mom and Dad woke us up at the evil hour of 12 in the afternoon to do these rude calisthenics they condescendingly refer to as "lying on the tummy". Make no mistake, the training was tough and long, and we worked hard to resist the mighty force known as gravity. Needless to say, we passed with flying colors. I figure that was enough of a demonstration to prove to the parents that we are capable and adaptive! Mission accomplished, right Mom and Dad?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Parent's Log (supplemental)
Hey, this is the parents of Jax and Vaughn, Cade & Waileia. We were allowed to post this time, because the translation device the boys used seems to have broken somewhere in the past twenty four hours. Cade tried to fix it, but his brain is currently retaining about ten percent of the total ten percent we humans use for conscious thought. So please bear with our primitive blogging skills!
Thanks to everyone who has been sending us good thought, food, and support! You all rock! The boys have been well taken care of because of love and gifts you people have provided, and advice you have given. All we can give you is our humblest thanks and love, and of course pictures of these astonishing newcomers. They have been keeping us super busy (no surprise to any parents out there, we're sure!)
In case people are wondering, we have had problems with our mail server, and have not able to make direct email contact with a lot of people, and so we thought the blog would be the next best way to do so. Please feel free to share this blog address with anyone you might think would like to see it!
So without further ado, please enjoy some more pictures of the boys! (Jax is the one in blue, and Vaughn is the one in green, except where Jax is wearing green and Vaughn is in blue...Vaughn may be easier to spot by his more "serene" demeanor?)
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