Comet was so happy she would be seeing her friend Earth again soon.

If forks could run, would they always be back for dinner?

Just. Don't. Mess. With the bunny.

I like bees although they're a little hard to eat sometimes.

It took them only five seconds to find out they had so much in common.

Presence makes the beard grow fonder.

After his last fight he realized he really wasn't doing it for the money.

I'm so glad I can share all my thoughts and ideas with you!

Adventure comes to those who blend in.

Good night, furball.

We made it to the weekend!

I love you so much ...

Unfortunately the cold weather didn't have any influence on the migration behavior of the Hamburg giant slugs.

High on my list of things I hope I won't get for Christmas: the bacon-wrapped skull.

34º F

It's strange, but I just can't remember what cold weather feels like. I'm at a complete loss when it comes to winter clothes. What did I wear last year? Was that black coat warm enough at 34º? And if I take the bike? Will I sweat if I wear my hoody underneath? How about a hat? A scarf? Two pairs of socks? Boots? Sneakers? Fur? I guess it will be spring by the time I figure it out.

Sometimes I wonder what my feet do when I go to bed early.

Meet my imaginary piglets.

I'm pretty sure I don't have swine flu. But I feel sick enough to go to bed after lunch for a 30 minute nap without having a guilty conscience about it! But why is that so? Is feeling sick a valid excuse for napping, or does my bad conscience have a flu too and just doesn't work properly?

I love your names, Diefenderfer Dallesandro and Bulluck Schmier.

Who are you? Where do you live? Why do you want to sell me viagra? Ah, it doesn't matter. I just love your names. No human mother would be inventive and loving enough to call their babies Diefenderfer Dallesandro and Bulluck Schmier. Your names have been given to you by a higher power. Let's do some genealogy. When Margot Diefenderfer met Claudio Dallesandro on Ellis Island in 1927 she fell in love with him immediately. Despite their cultural differences (she didn't speak any Italian, he didn't speak any German) they got married soon after and moved to New Jersey. John, their first-born, grew up under the tables of their Bavarian Pizzeria, his parents always busy with cooking and serving the customers from the bustling immigrant community. After the war John decided to go to a west coast college where he met Alice Grzybinski. The young student of theoretical physics first was hesitant to give up her studies for family life, but when she got pregnant in midterm, she was happy to move back to New Jersey. Between 1950 and 1966 John and Alice Dallesandro had five kids. After his mother's unexpected death in 1968 John suffered a severe psychological crisis which left him unable to work at the restaurant and shook his strong belief in god. He took comfort in investigating his German heritage more and traveled to his mother's home town of Heidenheim, where he spent a year taking cooking classes and learning German. Soon after he had returned from his overseas trip Alice Dallesandro found herself pregnant again. John was delighted. The couple named the boy Diefenderfer after John's mother's maiden name and started some attemps at bilingual education which they gave up after a while. Young Diefenderfer wasn't too talented with languages but showed a great interest in electronics. Although his first company didn't survive the burst of the dot-com bubble, Diefenderfer didn't give up. Today he works as a senior software engineer for an email marketing firm. He has tried viagra, but doesn't like the taste of it.

The dangers of deep ocean exploration

Mustard and ketchup on canvas

The latest work by artist Stephanie Voelzow. 

Upsetting, poetic and convincingly contemporary. 550 USD OBO. Please inquire inside.