Zippo Lighter Apple Iphone App Is Pretty Cool. Pretty Cool.

As many of my blog readers know, I collect Zippo lighters. I'm a fan. You may not know that I'm also a fan of my Blackberry Pearl. Best phone ever.

One of the reasons I love the Blackberry is that it's small. And unless you're walking around with huge pockets, I can't see lugging the Iphone around as a dude - even though it's pretty cool.

What am I getting to? Well I just saw this cool, free iphone application on the Youtube for the Zippo lighter. It's not enough to make me buy an Iphone but it's pretty cool. Here it is:



And as I've mentioned before - if you would like to buy me a Zippo because you think it will help to buy my friendship? You my friend are very bright because it will. You will automatically be moved to "Dr Zibbs Code Red Friend Status". I'm not kidding. Just email me and tell me you want to send me one.

REO Singer Kevin Cronin Mistaken For A Granny By PA Blogger.

I hereby announce that when I was flipping through the channels the other day, and the infomercial was on for the Rock Ballads CD collection and Kevin Cronin from the peckerhead group REO Speedwagon was hosting....

I totally thought he was an old lady at first. Here's a picture of him but if you've seen the infomercial - he's even more grandmothery.


...and when I realized it wasn't an old lady I started laughing so loud. You should have been there. And for the record, I always hated REO Cheese Wagon*.

*I officially declare the name "REO Cheese Wagon" as a name I just made up. Feel free to use it in conversation but please reference me after you're done using the name in the sentence.

All The Single Ladies Fat Guy. That's Actually Fat There!

So many of you have already seen this fatso dude dancing to Beyonce's "All The Single Ladies". And when I was watching the video again I was thinking, at least the dude has a big package.

But he doesn't. When he turns sideways, the thing that I thought was his package is really his belly flab. Or as a friend of mine used to refer to it - his "birth pile". Why do fat dudes always have small ones? Who knows?

Anyways, the video is kind of entertaining. He's got some pretty good facial expressions. And by good - I'm mean embarrassing. For him.

Cake Song. I Will Survive. Friday. Should Have Changed That Lock.

So I'm too tired to actually list three bloggers to send the Friday Send Off song to so I'd like to announce that you're ALL winners. Yeah you. You showed up, so you win. Like certain Olympics. So go stand on a small platform and tie a round disc to a string and pretend it's an actual medal. Don't be shy - hold it up with unbridled pride!

Are you ready? O.K. Now hit play and listen to Cake singing "I Will Survive". Live.



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Sex With A Vegetable. Yes, There Are Books On This Perv Stuff.

So one of my perv readers sent me this photo they took when they were at a bookstore. It's a picture of homemade sex toys that they found in a book. This particular photo shows the steps of how a dude can have sex with a pumpkin. And I like how you're supposed to heat it up. You've got to admit it is ingenious.

OK freaks - out with your stories. Who has had sex with a pumpkin or something weird like this. OR - have you ever caught anyone in the act? Hmmmmm?

Brady Bunch Time To Change. That Means Hair In Different Places. Puberty That Is.

So continuing on my nighttime Brady Bunch singing marathon this week, I give you, "When It's Time To Change". Seriously, you must rearrange who you are. And also - the things you want to be.

And I'll tell you what I want to rearrange, Alice's face after she does that, "You go get em Tiger" fist move and expression at 38 seconds in. I swear I'm gonna bust her lip open...after I have a make out session with Marsha....(looking firmly at Mr Brady), "MIKE STAY OUT OF THIS!"

Dwarfs and Little People. College and Hamsters. Nudeness and Suicide.

I went to college with a dwarf. There. I said it.

And do you know what? I'm not at heightist* Why? Because I put my dorm dwarf friend through the same types of abuses that I put other friends through. I'm serious. I did so much crap and practical jokes in college to friends and am actually proud that I didn't treat him (lets call him Rumpelstiltskin) differently because he was smaller than me. Here are some of the good times we shared:

- I would get on his shoulders and he would run around the halls of the dorm. My feet would be dragging on the floor. Sometimes I would pinch him on the neck. That meant to run faster. He was strong as an ox.

- I would fart in the face of Rumpelstiltskin. It was a lot easier since he was always at ass level but just to be a real stinker, if a few people in the dorm were sitting down in the hall - I would still choose him as my victim.

- I once taped all of his shoes to his ceiling. (I know a little rascal that's gonna be late for class).

- I stole his towel when he was in the shower and when he ran down the hall to his room, I put his towel in the drop ceiling - just out of reach - and had his room mate lock the door. I made sure the door was locked just at the last second. When you can hear that lock click, it makes it more horrifying for the victim.

- When I heard his baby hamsters were dying, I made a mini noose and put it in the hamster cage and wrote a note as if it was left by the remaining hamsters. The note read, "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to kill myself" - implying that it was a suicide. Get it?

Now many of you think that is mean but that's what guys do. See - I told you I had nothing against dwarfs. What abusive things did you guys do to your dwarf friends to make them feel normal?

*Damn it I thought I had invented a word. But someone already made it up.

American Idol's Simon Cowell Critiques The Brady Kids On Sunshine Day.

OK. I know most of you gay blades are watching American Idol* so here's something to watch at the commercial. It's the Brady's Bunch kids doing Sunshine Day followed by my interpretation of the American Idol judges reviewing them.



Randy: Hey - yeah. Oh I don't know dogs. There was something going on there but....I don't know. It was way pitchy too. Way pitchy dude.

Kara: I'm sorry. It needs work. There's something there but....

Paula: I think that there is...something there but....I mean the outfits are cute - a bit of 70's style that was kind of cool - but I don't know. You guys have something - you just need to go back and put it together a bit.

Simon: (looks at other judges) Are you out of your God damned fucking minds? What the hell was that? .....Where do I even start? The singing, the dancing, the clothes? This must be a joke. I can say without a doubt that the coreography was the worst I've seen in my life. The cheerful sappiness then you go into the fake serious part of the song and then the younger boy with the least talent comes to the forefront for a solo? Are you out of your....THAT'S IT. I QUIT!!!

*I'm watching American Idol too but for research purposes.

The First Time You See Someone Naked. Totally Nude. That's The Best.

I was reading on someone's blog the other day about the first time you see someone naked. It is one of the best things ever. Ever. You pick up some chick - then you're back at her place or yours. Or in a car. And then the clothes come off.

Oh man.

Nothing like that first visual. And it would always go through my head, "Aww man this is great!" You've got to play it cool but you never get over the fact that you've succeeded in getting someone naked. And sometimes it was someone you met a few hours earlier. It's like heaven on earth.

Believe it or not there are only maybe 2 or 3 chicks that I'd be really embarrassed about if anyone saw them. Most were pretty good looking. In fact, I just found a picture online of some girl I used to have sex with and she was pretty hot. And better yet, the picture is from the 80's which was when I was with her. AND, it's a picture of her lying on a bed and looking all sexy eyed. I swear to God. I would post the picture but that would be wrong. See - I do have some morals.

Sometimes it was surprising how different a body looked once nude. I was never a fan of super skinny chicks. I don't like feeling tons of bones*. And if I can put my "playmate hat" on for a minute, the other "turn offs" for me from days of old were excess large moles and the old fur bikini - if you know what I mean.

So have any of you people ever gotten someone nude and you were like, "WHAT THE HELL?" I'm sure some of you ladies have some good stories. Like the dude had a real big one or a real small one. Come on. You can tell me. And there's got to be someone that has a story where the person says something like, "And before we do this, I need to tell you that I only have seven toes." Or something similar.

*One time a friend of mine was tripping and he was having sex with a really skinny girl. He said he looked at her and all of a sudden he saw a skeleton! Frightening.

Blogging Doesn't Take That Much Time You A-hole! Message to Jerk Non Bloggers.

I'm tired of non blogging people saying to me,

"You have a blog? Looks like you have a lot of time on your hands."

I'm so sick of that statement because here is my procedure:

1) I have lists of things to post. Half of the ideas I come up with while I'm driving or lying in bed. When I think of the idea - I write the subject down.

2) Then I sit and write the post. Most posts take from 2 minutes to 20 minutes to write. I'm not lying - I have the idea and I write it as fast as I'd write an email to a friend. You can probably tell by some of my errors. After the post is written, I look for a photo. I go to Google Images and it takes no more than 1 minutes. Ever.

3) If I have to add links, that sometimes takes a few more minutes especially if I have to get links from certain posts from blogs.

4) I also am always prepared for posting by having some Youtube videos saved as well as various pictures on my computer that I want to blog about. And I usually have a few half written posts set up in blogger so I'm ready to go.

Honestly, the most time consuming part of blogging for me is commenting on other's blogs. Do these non bloggers ever watch TV or play golf? Those things take time. What's the difference? At least I'm creating something that's making people laugh. And maybe saving lives. Stupid jerks!

So what's your procedure. And for all of my non blogging judgemental readers/friends - Kiss My Grits!

Brady Bunch. Keep On Movin'. Bobby Brady Was The Worst.

The Brady Bunch Kids. Keep On Movin. How God damned embarrassing can you get? The Brady kid that gives me the biggest rash in this performance is Bobby. And Peter - get some dance lessons.

And little Cindy Brady - did you ever hear of lip syncing? Jesus Christ are you off.

Farting In Class Story Reminded Me Of BS Crapping Pants Story.

So I was reading this post on Fancy's blog about when she was in sixth grade and she farted in school and from then on she was known as Farty Four Eyes. She said she was happy that her family moved the following year. Probably to get away from her smelly ass.

Just kidding Fance'.

But it reminded of me of a joke/lie I used to tell people once in a while just to be a dick. It would go like this:

Person: Have you always lived in Pennsylvania?

Me: No. We lived in Michigan until I was 12.

Person: Really?

Me: Yeah. It was really great there but in 6th grade I shit my pants at school. I was in therapy for a few months and was so embarrassed that my family just decided to move East so we could start over again. You know - get a fresh start and everything.

Person: (looking really uncomfortable) Oh...uh...really?

Me: No I'm just kidding. Where are you from?

God I love doing that to people.

Famous Blogger Answers Questions Through Blog Interviews.

So the other day when I asked if three bloggers would like to interview me (for free), it only took an hour for the jobs to be filled. To read the Dr Zibbs interview transcripts from these bloggers, visit their blogs. Forget the Frost Nixon interviews. This is where the action is.

And while you're there, you might want to become a follower of their blogs as well. The blog interviewers and the fascinating interviews can be found at:

Words, Words, Words from the blog Untitled Blogger Project.

Brandi from the blog Excess Baggage.

Sass from the blog Are you Sassified?

And thanks to them all for this. It was fun. Because of the amount of other interested bloggers I'll probably do it again really soon. So make sure to check back frequently so you don't miss out on this exciting, life changing chance.

What Am I Peculiar? One Flew Over Better Video Clip.

So when I put the clip up the other day from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, this is the clip I should have put up.

Chris from Some Guy's blog posted this in the comments section the other day. This is the clip where Harding is talking about his wife and form and content and heaven and hell...and things get peculiar. This may be one of my favorite scenes in any movie.

Chester County Library Needs Some Privacy Policies. Friendly Can Be Nosy.

I'm pretty friendly when it comes to talking to people that are servicing me. But I've got an issue with a particular librarian at our local library. Whenever I check out books, this individual needs to comment on the books.

This person sometimes even opens the book. "'Hmmm. Organic gardening huh? I guess it is about that time that people are starting to think about Spring.'" Or "'Cover Letters for Dummies'. Well you don't have to be a dummy to get your resume together these days.'"

I feel like getting these books out someday - and then this will happen:

"OK. What do we have today?. Oh. 'Making Masks'. Interesting. Alrighty and..Wow, "'The World of Serial Killers'. Creepy stuff there. And finally, 'Cover Your Tracks Without Changing Your Identity.' "

(nervously) "Will there be anything else?"

Yeah. Will you help me carry them to the car?

If The Reader's Digest ever publishes an evil version - I'm going to sell them this post. I think it would fit in nicely with that surprise ending thing I did there.

And For Those Few That Don't Know Who Does The Voice Of Miss Crabapple From The Simpsons.

Marcia Wallace. Never forget. This look - when she was on Match Game.

She hasn't died or anything but I saw her on the Game Show Network when I was flipping the channels the other day and was afraid that people may have forgotten what her look was. Imagine the rejected styles,

"You want me to wear that? And go on television?"

The horror that was the 70's.

Who Wants To Interview Me? I'd Like To Find Three Bloggers.

Do you want to interview me - Dr Zibbs? Here are the steps:

1) Calm down.

2) If you're interested - email me telling me that you want to. Write, "Interview Zibbs" in the subject line. You can find my email address in my profile. Don't forget to tell me the name of your blog.

3) After I get three bloggers that want to interview me, I will write "The lines are now closed" in the comments section. So before you email me - make sure that the lines aren't closed.

4) The three winners can then write their interview questions and email them to me. Ask me 5 - 10 questions. You can then write a post that should be posted on Tuesday of this week. The post will show the "interview" that we've had. And you can add any other stuff you want to in the post as well.

5) I will write a post on THAT BLUE YAK with links to your blog that feature the interviews. You will get tons of traffic. We'll all be winners*.

That's about it. Note that there may be some questions that I won't answer. You'll just have to live with that.

*except for the losers that waited to email me.

Jack Nicholson. Oscar. Cuckoo's Nest. World Series.

So it's Oscar Night 2009. One of my favorite movies ever is One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Here's a clip of the 1976 winner of the Oscar for Best Actor - Jack Nicholson.

This is the scene where he tells the nuts that he's gonna lift the sink and throw it out the window so he can go down to a bar and sit down and wet his whistle and watch the World Series.



And if anyone can recommend some good movie sites - other than IMDB , Rotten Tomatoes and Metacritic - let me know.

Blogger Uses Move At Party That Might Have Looked Cheesy From Afar.

So I'm at the cocktail party last night. I had a great time. It was too bad because my wife has had a sinus infection so she didn't go.

So I'm talking to this hot MILF and after a while we're laughing hysterically. Nothing wrong with that. And we're really cracking up. You know - at funny things I was saying and stuff. And all this is happening in the corner of what they call the Butler's Pantry. Pretty fancy huh? Then as we're talking I lean my elbow up to the wall for a second. Elbow at head level and forearm extended up the wall.

Then I realize that this is a prime, stereotypical cheeseball flirting move. So I caught myself and returned to normal standing position. I bet that move is a normal male flirt instinct. I'm going to have to look that one up in a body language journal or something.

Or it could have something to do with the primal desire of chicks wanting to get a wiff of dude's pits. Who knows?

Rowan and Martin. Laugh In. Chester County Cocktail Party.

So I'm almost ready for to leave for the Chester County cocktail party I was telling you about. What? It says "cocktail party" right here on the invite.

To prepare myself for the hipness of a cocktail party I'm reviewing a few clips of Laugh In like this one.



And look at the dude at 13 seconds in wearing the brown jacket and dancing like a fool. He's the Peter Pan Peter Butter guy from that video I showed you the other week.

All right. So long suckas.

Moving Day From Ardmore, PA.

So I helped my 89 year old Aunt move out of her apartment today. When anyone moves, there are always people there seeing what they can "get" from the stuff that won't be "moved". Here's the conversation that I heard her having with her 91 year old sister:

Aunt Jane: Margaret you don't want that. It's broken.

Aunt Margaret: I'll get it fixed.

Aunt Jane: No. The top is separated from the bottom, it's not worth it.

Aunt Margaret: I think I want it.

I walk in the kitchen and the item they're discussing?

A plastic dish rack.

And if you'll excuse me I need to get myself gussied up for a fancy cocktail party I'm going to. Mmmmm hmmm.

Conan O'Brien Late Night Bloopers and Outtakes.

So last night was the final Late Night with Conan O'Brien Show. I was getting my precious beauty sleep because I need to go help my Dad move my Aunt out of her place (and get precious blog material) so I didn't see the show. I'll have to watch it online later.

But here are a few Conan O'Brien bloopers and outtakes to enjoy.

Bobby Sherman. Easy Come Easy Go? Faggy Video.

Is it Friday again? Where did the time go? I guess being a hero makes time move faster. I don't know.

My question for the Friday Send Off song is this - Why is Bobby Sherman such a fag? Now I know people hate this word and I'm not saying he's gay but if you watch Bobby Sherman singing Easy Come, Easy Go in this video with his faggy sleeves, his faggy hair and the faggy way he doesn't open his faggy mouth very wide when he sings you'll have to agree that he's pretty darn faggy. I'm afraid it's the only word that works.

How many of you gals (or guys*) had a crush on him when you were younger? Are you embarrassed now? I think you should be.

So the THAT BLUE YAK Friday Send Off Song this week goes out to:

Punky Bean , Blond Goddess and Chaka. Thanks for reading and commenting on my blog. Go check out their blogs and tell them Dr Zibbs sent you. And if anyone wants to give me a shout out on their blogs, it's always welcome.



187 followers strong.

*fags

Coatesville Fire Arsonist Catcher Needs Parade Help.

As I reported yesterday, one of the arsonist has been caught in Coatesville, Pa probably thanks to me helping to spread the word on my blog. And in a little more than eight hours after releasing the story of the Coatesville arsonist capture, I received over 250 hits from people just searching for that story.

That's the beauty of keywords.

And do you know what all of this mean? Coatesville is probably going to throw me a hero parade. And guess what? I'm going to let you guys help me plan it. Here are some of my parade demands/suggestions as a local hero that I'd like to see in my parade.

- The "Coatesville 'Here Comes That Hero' Parade" route should start with tiny animals and the animals should get larger as they lead back to me. For example at the beginning of the parade there will be mice, then squirrels, then small monkeys, ..............then me on an African elephant. I would also like to have at least three tapirs.

- I would like my hero outfit to be completely covered in feathers and sequins but if it looks gay at all I will not wear it. So this is going to be a design challenge.

- I want a major rock band playing on the parade route (not Coldplay) and when I'm in hearing distance I want them to play "Don't you know that you're my hero?"

- I want a few boxes of Snickers and Three Musketeer bars - the fun size - that I can throw out to my fans.

Please add your suggestions for my Coatesville hero parade demands in the comments area.

Coatesville Arsonist Caught. Coatesville Fire Setter Was A Teen.

Breaking News: Busted! According to slackers at My Fox Philly, a teen has been arrested for seven of the fires in Coatesville. As previously reported here on That Blue Yak, there have been 23 arsons in Coatesville since January 1.

Since the arsonist was caught shortly AFTER I posted my story and I called for his capture does that mean that I somehow helped with his capture? I would have to say yes.

Facebook, Blogs, Twitter And People I Don't Want To Be Friends With.

Here are some of my thoughts on Facebook, Blogs and Twitter. I've put them in list form for ease of reading and memorization.

1. Almost all of my Facebook friends are bloggers.

2. The few real life friends I have on Facebook are friends that won't blow my cover. And believe me, I have shitload of real life friends. I'm not some loser.

3. My real last name isn't Zibbs but real friends are slowly finding me and requesting to be friends. Some I want to be friends with but most I don't want to because I'm afraid they'll blow my cover. Like mentioning my name in a blog comment.

4. I also don't want to be Facebook friends with people that I haven't seen in years that I never really liked much anyway.

5. There are real life friends of friends that I want to write posts about but I would never be able to if these people become Facebook friends of mine. What am I supposed to do? Mentally keep track of what stories I can't tell? And do you realize I haven't even scratched the surface of things to post about? I've got years of true life stuff that I haven't even touched on yet and I'm already feeling stifled because my sister's now read my blog. Once in a while.

6. I don't have the desire to share my entire life with everyone anyway on Facebook. "Oh you couldn't make it to my party because you were sick huh? Then why do you have those pictures of yourself in Philly on Facebook?" I don't need that crap.

7. Who the hell uses Twitter? More importantly, who gives a crap about what people are doing every minute of the day? Unless of course it's coming from me. Remember about when I was looking at that bird last week? Do people EVER post anything interesting on Twitter? I don't get it. Unless someone has been kidnapped or there's a burgler in their house - Twitter is boring. "OH MY GOD - HE'S COMING UP THE STEPS!"

8. How to you post a link on Facebook so I can do it and promote my blog more? I'm sure it's easy to figure out but I don't feel like figuring it out.

9. I've been debating putting pictures of myself on Facebook because honestly, I'd be frustrated as hell if I read someones blog for a year but had no idea what they looked like. On the other hand, I kind of like the mystery. I just can't decide. If you're a regular reader and would like to be my Facebook friend, send me a request. If you're a real life friend that wants to be my Facebook friend get in line. Then you'll be ready if and when I reveal myelf. And honestly, it's less about keeping the mystery and more about people finding out who I am as I start to write some amazing real life stories. Stories that will make me look like an a-hole, a crazy person or get me in big trouble with people.

10. I am tempted to have an additional Facebook with real friends because I have so many different friends and lots of people that I'd like to get back in touch with. The downside is that I'm sure I'd get lots of people wanting to "get together" when there's no way in hell I want to see them. I had a guy from high school call me out of the blue a few weeks ago and wanted to get together. I never called him back because I'm sure he'd ask "When are you free?" and I really can't say, "I have an opening in 50 years" so I'd probably end up meeting with him.

11. The bottom line of all of this is that I've really stopped telling real life friends about my blog because if it ever gets to the point that I can't write what I want to write because it might hurt my career or I know that someone's going to read it and get pissed - I'd have to just shut down my blog. Imagine the suicides. I can't live with that.

12. And one more thing about my blog. I like to write THAT BLUE YAK the same way I would talk to a bunch of friends at a party. Hey we're at a party. Everyone is hanging out and laughing. Then all of a sudden - here come a few of my friend's "Christian friends" or uptight, fat ass sister. Now the party is ruined. That's what I don't want to happen. That's why I keep things private.

Weather Woman Can't Stop Laughing. Cracking Up Video.

I love to hear people cracking up. Here's a video of a crazy foreigner weather lady in Europe and she can't stop laughing. I've tried to interpret it and all I can make out is,

"There is a very bad storm coming and it will kill many people but only in countries that aren't important".

.....something like that.

Blogger Tells All How Many Things Have Been In His Butt.

I'll be totally honest. Only one thing has gone in my butt. An enima when I was five.

And there was this other time in college when I was having sex with this chick and she tried to put her finger in my butt but I clenched my butt cheeks. She got the message loud and clear. It's just not my bag baby.

My friend Flare one time read me a list of things that have been found in people's butts. One of them was a typewriter. A typewriter? Yeah right. A light bulb or a wrench I can believe but a typewriter? Do you think I was born yesterday?

How many things have been in your butt? Please list the items and the number of times the things have been there. You know - in your butt.

Please be honest. Thank you.

Chester County Foodie Finds Exclusive, Exotic Eatery. Yanamamo Fare?

I found the best restaurant in the area. And it's free! Well, kind of free - after the exclusive membership into the club. Above you'll see a picture I snapped at the Exton chapter of the eatery "Sam's Club".

And do you see those people standing behind those carts? OK - remain calm. They're giving out FREE food! Whenever I'm in Exton and feeling hungry, I like to pop in there for some meatballs, lasagna or even salmon. I'm not sure what type of cuisine it is from the outfits that the help are wearing but if I'm not mistaken, aprons, plastic gloves and shower caps are traditional costumes worn by some people in South America -might be the Yanamamo. I'm not sure.

I like to eat at one of the carts, then go to the others, then return to the original. A little tip though - try to reach around and grab the food or take your coat or hat off so you look like someone else after you get to five or more visits because the waiters and waitresses do start looking at you funny for some reason.

And don't act all stupid and say, "Have you seen my identical twin brother around here? We came in this place and now I can't seem to find him. I'm not hungry but let me just try one of these shrimps since I'm standing here waiting for my identical twin brother to return anyway. Mmmm. Tasty".

Because that's MY line.

Photography, Brandywine Battlefield, Barn, Tree With Hole And History.

Look at this picture I took that I just found on my computer. It's a photo I took at the Brandywine Battlefield here in PA. Look at the composition of that photo. I mean really look at it. It's so arty I bet that some of you cried a bit. It's OK you babies. Go get a tissue and read on.

Did you know that the Battle at Brandywine was the biggest battle in the Revolutionary War between us and the crooked toothed English. And did you know Washington's headquarters were there? It's all true.

But more importantly, what do you think is inside the hole in that tree? When I took the picture I was thinking that if I looked in it an animal would probably bite me in the face. And I had no friends with me so I couldn't say, "Hey go look in that hole. Someone just dropped their wallet in there". I guess we'll never know.

I'll tell you one thing though, judging by the height of the hole on that particular type of tree and given the number of years ago that the battle was, I bet the height of that hole in the tree was exactly the height of a soldier's......Oh you people are pervs!!

And not to get too artsy on your asses, here's another photo I took at the historic Brandywine Battlefield. Look how I positioned the crazy tree above the little ice house down there. It's like the tree is warning you, (talking like Shirley from What's Happenin' and What's Happenin' Now) "DO NOT GO IN THAT HOUSE RAJ - DO NOT EVEN DO IT!"

Can you hear that? No? Listen again - closely and open you imagination. And your heart.

Please feel free to leave your respectful interpretations of this fine art in the comments sections.