Iron Bear…

Mommy took us all to see “Iron Man 3″ yesterday.  Last week the temperature was in the 30s, so when I got dressed, I put on my coat and scarf.  Daddy laughed at me and told me that the temperature was in the 80s this week so I had to take it all off.  Wish I hadn’t.  I think it was in the 30s in the movie theater.  I shivered through the whole thing.  Stupid air conditioner.

When I watch a movie, I like to dress the part so I can help the people in the story, but since I don’t have an Iron Man outfit to wear (hint, hint), Tony Stark had to work out his own problems.  I’d tell you what the problems were, but there’s practically nothing I could say that wouldn’t be a spoiler.  However, I will tell you that the movie was fun (there were lots of explosions) and the good guys win in the end.  Oh, wait, should I have said “Warning: Spoiler” before writing that?

Well, it’s too late now.  Maybe you’ll go see it anyway…

That answers that question…

 

Not too cheesy for me…

Absolutely nothing on television the other night, so Momma Bear asked Teddy and me what we wanted to see from the DVD library.  After a little huddle, we agreed on a western, so Momma drug out her all-time favorite.   Although not exactly a traditional western, it was so funny that I forgave them for trampling on a sacred icon.  We laughed until our sides hurt.  The movie, in case you never heard of it, is called “Blazing Saddles”.   You really should watch it.

I begged Momma for a plate of beans so that I could reenact the campfire scene, but it turned out that Daddy’s chili worked just fine…

Beary Potter…

The Potter movies were on the other day.  Being a nice bear, I let Teddy be Beary, while I was Voldebear.  (Besides, I think ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’ had a cooler wand.)  Tiger was Ron Weasely — can’t you tell from his expression?

TV is so much more fun if you participate, don’t you think?

Meals on Wheels!

Some people are so stupid they never get a chance to learn from their mistakes, and then the bears are the ones who get blamed…

I always like presents…

Mommy thought she was being smart.  Knowing how much I hate washing, but playing on my love of Angry Birds, she got me a little washcloth and soap pump for Xmas.  Since I use the pump all the time, she thinks she won.  What she didn’t know was, soap’s not the only thing that will fit in there!  Heh, heh, heh…

Busy as a …

It’s no secret that I like honey as much as the next bear, but I’m glad I wasn’t around when this happened:

A truck carrying a half billion bees overturned in Oregon, prompting an army of local bee handlers to come buzzing to the rescue.

Can’t you just imagine what the driver was thinking after the crash?  (If so, don’t tell me — I’m too young to hear such words.)

Now I’m going to have nightmares, I know I am…

I’m just saying…

This piglet looks dangerously close to being cuter than me.  And that could get ugly…

I’m really going to need this weekend to rest up…

It’s been a busy week.  After I passed the noodle-eating test, I relayed my vision to the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.  I also told them of my studies and complete belief in the FSM.  In return, they gave me a certificate endowing me with the authority to help spread Pastafarianism.   I’ve added a link to the Church on my front page, but (unlike most churches), no dues, contributions, or donations will be accepted by either of us.  (His Noodliness wouldn’t like for commercialism to creep in — the bowl’s crowed enough as it is.)

We welcome anyone with a sense of humor to join us and become one in the sauce.

RAmen, y’all…

Eat like a pirate…

I’ve studied everything that’s been written down, and viewed all the web pages devoted to Pastafarianism.  I think I’m ready to perform my first miracle.  I will now eat an entire plate of spaghetti while dressed like a pirate (pirates are the original Pastafarians), and not get a drop of sauce on me.  If I succeed, I will have proven that I am one with the sauce.

Pray for me.  RAmen…