A Time for Gummies

After coming in to some new cash flow this week, Baby made immediate plans to fill up on his favorite delicacy: chocolate-covered gummy bears.

"I will fill up a huge bag and the man will be like 'hey you ain't got no money'," Baby said. "Then I will fan a $10 bill in his face and be like 'What do you call this?'"

Election Baby

Despite feeling disenfranchised about being denied simple human rights in the United States - marriage, adoption, a reasonable retirement age, stardom - Baby cast his ballot today in the mid-term elections.

Our young hero was not alone in the voting booth, however.

Behind the felt curtain, Baby was quietly peeling the wrapper off a purloined Twinkie. His third Twinkie of the day, the spongey cake was devoured quietly in the sanctity of the ballot booth - only the sound of a moving lever could be heard.

Baby Finds Pink Candy

Baby proudly stands before a sculpture of gleaming pink rocks at the Bronx Botanical Gardens. Likening the irregular blocks to "pop rocks" candy, Baby found an artwork that served to sweeten his dreams of being a global pop star with his own line of merchandise.

Baby Lion

During a visit to a children's playground last month, Baby found himself drawn to a standing wood cut-out of a golden lion. With similar cut outs of a tin man and scarecrow in proximity, the children were to believe that their playground had been transformed to the magical land of Oz. That is, until Joseph hoisted himself behind the animal and peered at the children from the circular facial frame.
"I'm going to eat you little midgets," he said. "Give me your snack pies or face my wrath." The children dutifuly handed over their packaged pies and the Baby Lion Massacre was averted.

Baby Fires a Cannon

Baby got in the spirit at a Civil War re-enactment in Mullica Hill, NJ.

At Home with Baby

More photos of Baby's new home. Cat nip grows next to a miniature palm, which Baby hopes will grow into a full size palm tree one day. Hovering above the palm is Joseph's Roman Shade, which he constructed before work this morning at 6 a.m.

In the kitchen, a dishwasher gladly scrubs the many dishes Baby uses throughout the day--from his oatmeal bowl to his salmon plate to his vodka shotglass. The feet of his new roommate, Clare, peek from under the dishwasher door. When Baby's two housemates don't empty the dishwasher in the morning, he gives them a reproving scowl.

Baby Gets a Huge Couch

"Witness the Cadillac," says Baby, pointing to the new Jennifer Convertible couch. Perched in the middle of the room, the new piece of furniture dwarfes everything in sight. The adjacent entertainment center and bookshelves look like doll furniture in comparison.

Baby has used the comfortable cushion to continue his sewing projects. He's now lacing string through a roman shade, which will be hooked up to a pulley system and mounted under the window to block the view of the neighboring parking lot.

Also, in the spirit of Halloween, Baby has been spooking up the room with ghosts and pumpkins.

Baby Moves to Midtown

After a two-year stint in Chelsea, Baby packed his self-portraits and moved to Hell's Kitchen. Leaving a tight studio for an expansive two-bedroom, he has worked diligently to fill the home with elegant, tasteful decor. After joining an online curtain-making club, he designed and constructed chocolate-colored roman shades for the bedroom and living room. He also selected a beige Jennifer Convertible sofabed to fill his first-ever living room in NYC. "We overshot on the Jennifer," remarked Baby. "It's like a Cadillac in a small garage." (pics to come)

While the exposed brick in the master bedroom "seems a little to 1990," he has transformed the space with decadent silk lampshades, low lighting and canvas-colored wall paint (pictured above and right).

Pies in the Morning

To sweeten his morning in the office, Baby has taken to eating the apple cutie-pies that mothers often give to their children. Shaped like empanadas with a hard flakey shell and fruit filling, the pies inspired him to pen this ditty at work:

I eat little pies with my coffee
just the littlest pies with my coffee
flakey crust
glazzzed top
just the littlest pies with my coffee

Baby Declines to Help

On the first day of Baby's triumphant return to Italian Class, Baby laid early claim to his newest mortal enemy. The woman, a fellow student with hippie leanings (dubbed "Earth Mama"), did not have her own text book. As Baby's desk neighbor, she looked over his shoulder to follow the lecture.

During a break she asked if she might peruse its pages. As a gentleman, Baby obliged and presented her with the book. After a quick glance, she denounced the text as pedestrian and designed for the culturally ignorant. Incensed, Baby snatched back the book, placed it in his Gucci handbag with a frown.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that you were ignorant," said Earth Mama, "just the people who read this book."

"I read this book," said Baby, coolly.

"But I'm sure that you're not ignorant," she stammered.

"Forget it," said Baby. And with finality, "It's done."

Sleep-in Baby

Baby had considerable trouble getting out of bed this morning. After hitting the snooze button four times, he raised his weary head and gazed at the clock: 8:20 a.m. With only 40 minutes to get dressed and out the door for work, he gently burrowed his mop of big curly hair under a pillow--destined for a late Friday morning.

Baby Rides a Donkey

Baby's sojourn in Greece will come to a close this Thursday, ending days of blue beaches, all-day hiking and lumbering rides on a donkey named "Kicky." Baby, whose legs stretch to the ground while aboard the donkey, gave him the name as a celebration of the number of kicks the donkey must receive to get moving at a decent pace. "The Germans on their four-wheelers, sporting black socks with sandals, are all moving faster than Kicky and me," he lamented. "We have to stop and eat grass every few feet."
Still, Baby will probably miss Kicky in the end. His fondness of animals knows no bounds, even when he has to kick their sides to move faster. "I just want them to excel in life. Is that so bad?"

God Save the Queen

Baby put on his special suit yesterday for Queen Elizabeth's 80th birthday jubilee. He will be joining the gala at Windsor Castle to present her with some of his left-over Easter candy.

"I picked Cadbury's, which I think she will appreciate as a company that operates in the British empire," said Baby.

When asked what he will say to the revered figurehead when presenting his gift, he said, "Happy Birthday, Queen."

Baby advised that her likely response will be, "Cheers, possum."

Facing puzzled looks, Baby explained, "She's always called me 'possum'."

Jesus Killed the Dinosaurs?

Who knew a recent trip to the Natural History Museum in New York City could lead to a Bible lesson from Baby? Strolling through the dinosaur exhibits on the fourth floor, he spiced up an other wise lackluster fossil tour with a smattering of prehistorical facts.

"Jeebus came to earth to destroy the dinosaurs," advised Baby, pointing to a reconstructed tricerotops. "He saved us from our sins and the threat of human extinction at the hands of carnivorous beasts. Jeebus came to stand for mercy, forgiveness and upright vertebrae."

Baby Talks to Women's Wear Daily

Baby fired off an email to his favorite trade publication today, Women's Wear Daily, after reading an article about a bogus beauty products company. How can they print articles about such drivel?
In what will likely be a one-sided conversation, Baby continued.
"In addition to the fact that you are writing articles about bogus beauty products, I want to start an empire like Liz Claiborne," he said. "But can people do it now? In these modern times, no one can create a business and make it big because all the big ones are there to gobble you up. And if you don't sell, they run you out of business!"
Moving squarely beyond his original reason for contacting the publication, Baby continued to discuss his plans for empire.
"I need to start an empire or else I will never be happy," he lamented.

Side Money

Baby called a good friend today to ask advice on getting a second job. He wanted to work in a Soho bar as a host, where he would greet guests four nights a week. He calculated the earnigns and realized that he could make almost $900/week just saying "hi" to people.

He went on to say that he'd save the money to buy two-year government bonds every time he reached $1,000, then get a home in five years so he could "put around in the yard and plant things."

When the friend said the job might take too much of his personal time, Baby replied "That's okay. I've already moved on to other ideas now. You know me."

If you have any ideas for Baby's money-making capers, please post your suggestions.

Project Runway

Baby tried out for the Bravo series "Project Runway" this weekend. In just one day, he created a classic pink dress with a 1950's cut, designed to fit his gal pal Clare. He also re-vamped his fashion portfolio to reflect his changing tastes since first compiling it in design school.

The judges loved his style, particularly his crisp army coat with fox stole. Unfortunately, his "look" didn't fit the parameters of next season's show. Still, Baby says the energy of designing and meeting deadlines reminded him of his student days in Los Angeles. "It's so easy to forget what's important to us," Baby said after the audition. "Even when you've got a day job, you shouldn't let your true talent and creative drive go wasted."

Baby Endorses New Products

Baby's buzz marketing scheme continues...
This week Baby received a box of sample-size Nutella pouches that he is supposed to hand out to friends and family with one dollar coupons to buy the product. In exchange, the recipient listens to him talk about how Nutella was invented after WWII by an Italian chef. Running low on chocolate, the chef added hazelnuts to his cocoa, stirred it up and voila! Nutella.
"Beyond the fascinating history," Baby advised, "is the low calorie content of this delicious product. Spreading Nutella on a bagel instead of cream cheese will be sure to save fat intake and leave you smiling."
In return for his buzz marketing efforts, Baby received a jar of the spread for personal use. His fingers are still crossed to receive marketing products for Botox, so he can throw a lavish party with alcohol and injectable beauty treatments.

Excuse Me, There's a Queue

Baby lost his cool last weekend during a routine trip to the neighborhood alcohol store. Holding his 40 ounce bottle of Ketel One vodka in his leather-gloved fingers, he prepared to place the purchase and form of payment on the check-out counter when another shopper cut in line, asking the clerk for a box of Blush wine.

Offended by the rude gesture--and the cheap wine--Baby told the fellow to move back in line. When the man apologized, Baby lectured the bewildered brute about the proper actions for a penitent cutter. When the man still didn't take his place in line, Baby held his tongue and focused on his vodka bottle.

Calming his inner tiger, our hero was poised and collected throughout the remaining purchase experience until he left the shop and arrived at the street corner, where he spotted the offender waiting for the crossing light to change.

"Oh! You just had to rush out of the store, didn't you?" he demanded. "You couldn't wait in line like the rest of us! Well look how far it got you now, jerk!"

And with that, all of the self control Baby had mustered was released into the cold, bitter New York night.

Cadbury Baby

Baby bought his first Cadbury Eggs of the season last weekend, signaling his transition into Easter preparation mode. Licking his sticky fingers after four successive chocolate eggs, Baby smiled encouragingly at his guests.

"Have one," he said, his voice thick and milky. "It's got nougat."