Whaddya Got, Eloise? 2007Le whaddya a obtenu, Eloise?
Paint Shop Pro 7, 114 x 143 pixels
Mr. Chinchilla's Hard drive, Big Chimney, West Virginia
I'm a chinchilla who loves to interview people.
Whaddya Got, Eloise? 2007
As you can see it is a grim reaper mask and I have it attached via latex and have my eyes and teeth blacked out as well for effect. I also used it in a sketch at my high school where I pulled someone out of class every 40 minutes the week of Prom to illustrate drunk driving deaths. I would pick a victim (from a pre-selected list) and they would be done up in whiteface by our theater dept. and returned to class unable to talk or participate for the rest of the day.
I love to shop. I especially love shopping for groceries at the supermarket. Every time I visit the supermarket, I experience something different. Sometimes, it's even exciting and new, just like on The Love Boat.
Today, while I was pushing my miniature grocery buggy down the aisle with the frozen foods, I heard a man belting out some Crystal Gayle:
Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies
Give me no reasons, give me alibis
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry
Say anything but don't say goodbye
And, dude, was this guy ever off key, too! But the thing was, he had infused more heart into his rendition than anything you'll hear on current "top forty" radio these days, and, before I knew it, I was singing out loud with him:
And don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes
Don't it make my brown eyes blue
I don't think anyone heard me, though. It's a shame because I can carry a pretty decent tune for a chinchilla.
"Yeah." His tone more than hints at his exasperation.
"Kinda quick to finish it in under a week," I respond, "doncha think?"
"No," he deadpans, "No, not at all."
"Didn't the video deposition part and ending rock?"
"Did you hear me? I said, 'Didn't the video deposition part and ending rock?'"
"Hello?" The silence between us grows more awkward.
"HELLO?!?" More silence.
After ten seconds, my agent finally bellows "YOU'VE TOTALLY PLAGIARIZED MICHAEL CLAYTON!" into my right chinchilla eardrum. And if it weren't broken by his scream, I'm suspecting it's most likely impaired after he slams down the phone's receiver.
What a giant crock of crap. I worked my tail off to finish this book in time before Halloween so that they could print and publish hundreds of thousands of copies in time for everyone's shopping on Black Friday. I even hired a photographer to take my picture for my book's jacket:
But I'm not going to let this bother me. To borrow words from the amazing band Cracker, "I'm feelin' thankful for the small things, today." And I think that means it's time to start another interview very soon.
A "Don Sphinx" cat wearing a blue-knitted cap (pictured at left) has been spotted at various pet expos. If you receive an e-mail from the Don Sphinx cat about "interviewing with the chinchilla," do not reply, I repeat, do NOT reply, to his e-mail. He is an impostor.
I snapped this one on my way back from the veterinarian. I was in a bad mood because this vet's bill obviously charged me for the time it took him to prepare my bill! Have you ever heard of such thing? My visit, itself, only lasted twelve minutes, but the bill reflected a full half hour of the vet's time. I bet he thought I wouldn't notice because I'm a stupid chinchilla, but don't you worry. I'll get the last laugh. Muhahaha!