On the Canvas of Life, I am a Margin Doodler. Not a very good one, but bloody persistent!

Volume 9 / Number 15

April 2011

The Continuing Adventures Of Richard the Red

In which our hero meets a sad end but fear not, there is always a Target nearby!
Calgary, Alberta April 27,

Well into the second day of the road trip to Vegas. Richard II is a game trooper as his presence is required in many a shot. Im pretty sure hes not getting union scale. We pick up our valiant red rubber ball on the road again (PUN!). Little does he know he has been hooked up with:

Ingrid, She-devil of the Toy Photo Shoot!

I can dig it. The lonely road, the lonesome traveller...

...Lord Sufferin Murphy! Are you crazy lady?!

all photos copyright 2011 Ingrid Nelson / myrtleandmarjoram.com / ingrid@myrtleandmarjoram.com copyright 2011 Theo Nelson / www.whimsyandcolour.com / tnelson@bexx.com

Im getting outta here!

Safe.

Ill come back only if I get danger pay.

Family homestead? Anyone not inbred? Just kidding!

Sadly, Richard II disappears from our narrative after this last photo. Apparently his time in the water negotiating his new contract caused his skin to wrinkle and rupture. Really. No really! Ingrid said so. Sigh. Im sure Ingrid was crestfallen losing her star model. She-devils have feelings too you know. After a period of mourning (the length of time it took to nd a Target store) a casting call takes place to nd Richard III. Ta-Da!

The initial interview was kind of stressed. Apparently Targets rubber balls are telepathic... ...or is it telepathetic? It was hard to tell with all the screaming and crying. Eventually a tough, pragmatic and adventure seeking ball was found. The road trip could continue...

AAAAhhhh its her!!! Get Away, get away!

Please, take the little guy. Hes tough.

Im not going. You cant make me! Mommy!!!

Sure lady, I can do it. You want I should crush this manhole cover to show ya I got whut it takes?

... with Richard III. A different ball for sure. I mean look at him. The denition, the demeanour, the desire to crush cast iron. You just know hell get along with the She-devil of the Toy Photo Shoot just ne. Hes got the stamina, the guts, the red colouring...

Yeah, okay. Kinda reminds me of Folsom.

Are you like some kinda artiste?

What? Ya wanna put a pointy hat on me as well?

Wow. Its a good ting I dont got them self respect problems.

Hey! Are you lookin at me? Are Ya? Ill smash ya!

Whaddya mean I gotta cool off?

Awrite, dis is better. Tha wide open spaces.

Ha, Lookit me! I crush you trees!

Is this sum kinda symbolic shit?

I like the desert. You can smash tings an no wun rilly notices.

I don like shrubs.

Yeah, yeah. Its bootiful. Whutever.

Ya havint let me smash anyting yet!

Wow, dat rock up dere looks like a skull. Cool

Whut? Am I sposed ta be playin hide en seek or sumptin?

Im tellin ya rite now. Enny furder an yer carryin me!

Do I get to smash dis rock? Hey, crazy art lady...

Ooohh. Touchy.

Okay, memo. Don push the crazy art lady too far..

Rite now I can dig da smoothness..

Hey a trashed gas joint. Can I reckit sum more?.

Okay! I won reckit.

Fine. Ill shut up.

Ha-ha-ha. Yeah, put tha heat on. Ha-ha. Yer a barrel o laffs.

At this point the confrontational attitude of Richard III was deemed to be not benecial to the artistic direction of Ingrid, She-devil of the Toy Photo Shoot. Possible courses of action were detailed to Richard III. The personality change was worthy of Oscar accolades. An actor was born.

Genius sweetie, genius.

Cut in haf. I luv it, I luv it!

No, I enjoy muckin about in garbage. Great shot!

Oh yeah, red wall. Dis is gold.

I can feel wun uh dem coffee table books in all dis!

Exterior shots. Beauty!

Just a couple more you say?

Yeah baby. Interestin pattern shot. Hey, where ya goin?

You heartless end! Ill getchoo! Ill getchoo!!!.

Alas, poor Richard III. We hardly knew you. Another victim of...

Ingrid, She-devil of the Toy Photo Shoot!