Thursday, July 27, 2006

Jonathan's Blue Period


JEO is going through his own Blue period. This blue period should not be confused with Picaso's Blue Period. In the pictures shown below he shouldn't be mistaken for Thomas Gainsborough's Blue Boy (shown below). It is distinctly his own and an artistic phase that he is going through in which he demonstrates himself in shades of blue. It is melancholic and cool for him to be thus displayed. He had no comment as to how long this period might last or what brought him to this phase in his career. Indications of more recent depictions would seem to indicate that it will be a short lived period.

JEO Jail Break

Yummy Strap

I'm an Engineer!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Jonathan and Cousins Caught Lapping


This was a July 4th picture that was snapped of my cousins from Agoo's side of the family. They were lots-o-fun and not all that much older than I. We got to play a bunch even though I didn't get to join in on the water fight. The satisfier (though not mine) to the left of Agoo goes by something that sounds Gyff. The one to the left of him goes by what sounds like Shteeb. I'm the cute one close to the middle.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Hiatus and World Domination

I have been experiencing writers block lately. Perhaps my lack of writing is a kind of catharsis that is necessary before writing some magnificent tome. Or it could be that I've just been working overtime being cute. It is an activity that I am quite skilled at. Everybody says so.

I have been working on how I can use my skill for good in the world. I believe that if I could out-cute everyone I could some day rule the world. After all, looks are really all that matter when it comes to fame, fortune, and power. But looks don't buy you love. That's where my secret weapon comes in. I am cute not only on the outside but on the inside as well. Not only could I rise to fame, fortune, and power but I could also be quite lovable. Look at my pictures and see if you don't agree at least with the cute look factor. My satisfiers will attest to the second part.

My goal is to meet as many of you fans as I can before I am 18 so that I will have a broad base of supporters and be well established in the public arena for my run for political office. I need to hear what matters are closest to your hearts. What can I do as your beloved, humble, incredibly cute public servant? Let me know. This is the forum to do so.

Good night and God bless.

JEO

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Incentive to Move to Oregon

I uncovered this news article that, though it is a couple of years old, should still apply. It allows for a $200 per person to move from Kansas to an urban area on the Left Coast. I think that in addition to moving to the Left Coast I could guarantee that you would get to see a lot more of me - which should be incentive enough.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

On Holiday

The Satisfiers have taken me in the moving room to another room that has various things from the rooms of the place I spend almost all of my time and am, thus, most familiar with - all in one room. I slept most of the way in the traveling room. I've been so busy lately, it was great to just detox, kick back, and catch some z's.

Lately I've been practicing my rolling technique. I especially like to roll from my back to my tummy. The Satisfiers get a kick out of it and think that I'm so great. They're so easy to please. I can see where rolling will be a good skill to have as I grow older. For instance, if the circulating blade thingy on the ceiling were to fall while I was on my back and staring at it all I would have to do is roll to my tummy to get out of the way. Another good use is if I was on my back and needed to make a refund, I could to so by quickly rolling to my tummy. Much more pleasant than letting it "bubble up" or being a "super geyser."

Speaking of the Satisfiers, I don't think the name I have been using is quite right yet. When referring to themselves Satisfier 2 seems to prefer "da da," "daddy," "fodder," "moogie," and some other ridiculous names that I won't bother to list here. Satisfier 1 seems to predominantly use "mummy," "mudder," "mum," "ma ma," etc, etc. I don't know that I like any of these names so I am going to choose my own. I will now refer to Satisfier 1 as "Myooga" and Satisfier 2 as "Agoo." Much easier to say and understand than the other names they like to use.

My incident with the scarry stuffed animal thingy that jumped on my back and attacked me has left me very wary of other animal friends. Some of you have suggested that the story of the attack was a complete fabrication by Agoo. I can assure you that I have the emotional scars that say otherwise. For those of you who have been enjoying my first CD, thank you for the nice feedback. I may release a sequel to my first one sometime in the future.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

CD's Are on the Way

For those of you who posted to "Looking for Posters to My Blog" your CD's are on the way. Thanks for being such good fans.

JEO

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Rogue Toy Incident Leaves Jonathan Wondering "Why?"


Medford, OR - It was a day like any other. Jonathan's parents awoke at their normal time. His mother, whom we will call Olga, got up as she usually does to feed him. His father, whom we will assign the alias of Fritz, went about his normal morning tasks as he prepared for work. Olga and Fritz asked that their real names not be used as they are litigants in a civil suit pending at an appellate court in Oregon. Though the routine was normal, the day would turn out to be somewhat extra-normal.

"I've been selling stuffed animals and infant toys for 63 years and I've never seen anything like what I saw at Olga and Fritz's that morning!", exclaimed Herb Frondenmeyer, an international toy expert and personal toy consultant based out of Andover, MI. "Toys don't normally attack in broad daylight. They're more nocturnal and even somewhat shy of people," he went on to explain.

In a 2002 study conducted by the American Toy Foundation (ATF), research showed that 98% of store bought toys were benign in disposition, whether during or after daylight hours. Of the remaining 2%, an overwhelming 99.9% showed no aggressive characteristics even when stimulated with a cattle prod. The 0.1% remaining did show odd behavior but nothing in the realm of what could be called dangerous or harmful. "Unusual toy behavior has been difficult to observe because the toys seem to know when you are watching," explained Sarah Greshenko, Director of Research at the ATF labs located in Boring, OR. "Additionally, all incidents have occured at night. Not once has their been a daytime recorded episode." In discussing some of the data that ATF has compiled, Greshenko went on to state, "one interesting anomaly for which we have no explanation is that home made toys or toys purchased at garage sales appear to exhibit more aggressive behavior. Though the percentage of aggressive, mal-adjusted toys in the second hand or home segment is still low at 3.8%, it is statistically significant due to the complicated mathematical equations that we use to prove our research. Also, that 3.8%, though of a much smaller total population than the store bought toys, is on a whole, 92% more aggressive - showing strong anti-social and violent behaviors," Ms. Greshenko went on to explain.

Had Olga and Fritz been regular readers of the professional, peer-reviewed journal, Sociological, Mathematical Constructs of Child Diversionary Devices and Hormesis, they would have known that the toys they had given their son Jonathan, a 3 1/2 month old infant, might have presented a serious danger to him. But, like most parents, they believed that the innocent stuffed lamb named Dimitri was just that - a stuffed lamb. In reality, Dimitri was a pathological toy with a vendetta.

After Jonathan had enjoyed his early morning, morning, mid, and late morning meals, he was set down on his favorite quilt and given some of his favorite toys to play with. In the meantime his mother, Olga, went downstairs to finish some chores, taking her baby monitor with her. "Normally there is some background noise from Jonathan when he's alone. That's when I know everything is OK," Olga explained. "When things became quiet I thought that perhaps Jonathan had gone to sleep. When I heard muffled cries and struggling sounds - that's when my blood turned to jam and I knew there was something wrong." According to Olga and Fritz's testimony in their civil suit against Dimitri and his makers, Benign Fluffy Animals, Inc, it was when Olga heard the struggling sounds that she rushed upstairs to investigate the situation.

What she saw defies belief. "Toys just don't normally crawl on your back and wrestle you to the mat!" stated Mr. Frondenmeyer incredulously. "Toys want to be loved and played with. If you play with them, they'll be there for you. It's just unbelievable!" In a split moment Olga raced to the digital camera, snapped a picture of the lamb attacker and then tore Dimitri off of Jonathan's back. She then flung Dimitri across the room where he hit the wall and slumped to the floor where he lay until authorities came and incarcerated him.

"That a store bought toy would show aggressive, anti-social behavior in broad daylight is a near statistical impossibility," said Ms. Greshenko. "We believe that Dimitri may have been obtained second hand and/or that he had an episodic manifestation of Post Interlinear Traumatic Toy Syndrome or PITTS. Dimitri is really not to blame - his environment has caused him to interact in the way that he did. You can only suppress a psychological neurosis for so long before you have an episodic outbreak," Greshenko stated.

That may be so, but PITTS is so rare that there have not ever been any case studies conducted to determine its causes and effects. Additionally there appears to be some evidence to suggest that Dimitri did not act alone. "We do appear to have an accomplice in this case," answered Sgt. McCloodle in a phone interview. "The photographic evidence shows another toy standing watch while the perp executed his dastardly plan." That accomplice is known by the name of Plastic Bird Thingy but beyond his name it is only known that he was purchased at a garage sale. "We are canvassing the neighborhood to get more background on Plastic Bird Thingy but I cannot comment on what information we have dug up thus far," stated McCloodle declining to answer any more of our questions.

This incident has brought forth public outcry against unregulated toy manufacture, selling, and exchanging. Legislators are in the Senate are drafting legislation which would seek to establish an toy enforcement arm under the Department of Homeland Security. SB-357 would seek to fund this new agency at a level of $2 billion in the first year, increasing by $600 million per annum throught the year 2012. "We believe that terrorists may be targetting toys as the next wave of domestic terrorism," stated Senator Sam Brownback of Kansas. "Most toys are imported from China but you have no idea what the original country of origin was. We have no means to track that. Al-Queda could be purchasing toys at garage sales all over the world, sending them to Al-Queda toy terrorist training camps, and then smuggling them into China to be sent to the US." The problem is potentially enormous with $4 billion in US sales of toys alone, not including the unregulated garage sales and black market sales. President Bush said that he will sign the bill when it gets to his desk. The White House Chief of Staff has only stated that it is an issue of "grave concern." Legislation still needs to be hammered out with the House bill, HR-1025, which is not expected to happen before the Summer recess.

Fortunately Jonathan was not physically harmed in the incident though for monetary expediency it is safe to say that he may have some psychological damage. "One thing's for certain," stated Fritz, "you won't be seeing Jonathan alone with any garage sale riff raff from here on out." One can only hope that the store bought toys are statistically well adjusted.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Looking for Posters to My Blog

If you are reading this then you are likely one of my fans. For a limited time only I am offering a special Fan Collection CD which will contain, not pictures of my fans as you might suppose, but will contain pictures of me from the time I came into the world until now. To qualify for this special offer, you need to post an entry on my blog to any blog entry you like.

If you are unsure of how to do this, just click on the "Comments" link at the bottom of each post. You will then be able to write something neat and pithy about me. So, please blog my blog. When you do you will be placed on the list to send my special CD offer to. Remember. this is a limited time offer not available in stores anywhere, so act now.

Jonathan Discovering that Making a Delivery in the Presence of Girls Is Not the Way to Win Their Affection

Reflections On Sharing One's Life

It is interesting to note that as good as life is, and it is indeed very good for me, there is something missing in mine. Sure I have a great place to live, all the food I want of the one kind I like, someone to change me at my beck and call, a multitude of beds to sleep in, Satisfiers that pamper me, and lots of cool, though perhaps somewhat creepy, toys. If I'm hungry I need only screem, yell, cry, or make funny sucking expressions with my mouth and almost immediately I get fed. If I've made a delivery in my pants I can sometimes get that taken care of with just an unhappy look. If that doesn't work then a good cry at the top of my lungs always works. So, overall, it is a good life.

Lately I've been thinking that perhaps there is something missing. I mean, after all, what is life if you don't have someone to share it with. Getting your pants changed with no one to share that experience with just leaves you wanting something more. I want someone who understands me and cares for me. Someone I can snuggle with. Yes, the Satisfiers are always there but somehow that is different. They seem to be placed in my life not of my own choice but rather forced upon me and my world by something or someone beyond my control. I want someone that wants me for who I am. For the inner beauty that I possess. Someone who can bring out the child within me. Someone I can grow old with and share my toys with. Someone who will drool with me and make bizarre sounds with me. Someone who truly understands me and accepts me for who I am.
As I was contemplating these things, out of the blue, something amazing happened. When Satisfier 1 took me to the place where all the other ugly little beings seem to hang out I spotted two that caught my eye. I thought to myself, "self, perhaps these are what you are looking for." I tried to make eye contact but they didn't seem to have any head control. I tried to make my cutest noises but they either couldn't hear me over the din of the other little beings crying and making noises or they were pretending not to hear me. It was a dilema. If I knew how to be mobile on my own I would have gone over to the long, comfortable looking cushiony thing that they were sitting on. But alas, I was unable. then a devious plan hatched in my brain. I would manipulate Satisfier 1 to take me over to the cushiony thing and set me right in the middle of the two little beings that had caught my eye. We would then commence to sharing our life stories with each other - with me doing most of the sharing as I was quite obviously many times their age.

If only Satisfier 1 didn't have such a primitive language I would just say, "take me to the little beings on the cushiony thing and set me in between them." Satisfier 1 would have no idea what I was up to but would be forced to comply due to my irresistible charm. If I just sounded my yawp then Satisfier 1 would get confused and think that I had a delivery to clean up or that I was hungry. No, this was something that would require all my talent and energy and a new way of thinking to get my will accomplished. I needed a new "will paradigm."

While I was thinking and scheming, Satisfier 1 picked me up and took me over to the cushiony thing. My intelligence combined with my macro-cosmic view of the world and its interactions enabled me to communicate my will to Satisfier 1 who, by an irresistible tour-de-force, became a pawn in my dastardly plan. Satisfier 1 then placed me between the two little beings on the cushiony thing and there we sat. We sat, and sat, and sat. We were like three soft, round green thingys in a long green, hollow thingy. And then, to my great displeasure and horror I discovered that I had nothing to communicate to these little beings. Sure, we were connected by leaning against each other but I could not understand them at all. Maybe because I was so much older and smarter or I was existing on another plane - I'm not sure. At any rate, I still haven't found what I'm looking for. I will continue to seek that someone whom I can spend the rest of my life with. Until then, car pe diem.

Jonathan and His Little Being Girlfriends

Friday, April 07, 2006

From the Desk of Jonathan Edmund

Let's Get Down To Bidness...

On the Making of Butter

I have been working on being a productive member of the community that I have been thrust into. I believe in a strong work ethic so I have developed a process of creating the raw materials that I get from the all-you-can-eat buffet into butter. After eating as much as I can, I find that I can usually turn over a good portion of that meal into butter in short order. When it has become butter in my tummy I ensure to spit or cough it up so that one of my satisfiers can wipe it onto a cloth of some sort. I don't know what they do with it after they wipe it up but I assume that they are placing it somewhere for future use. It is good to have a feeling of work well done and that you are pulling your own weight.

On another note, today Satisfier 1 did something wholely unsatisfying. I was taken to the place where they take of all my clothes and put my on a thing that moves up and down. I don't like it one bit and I don't see why it is necessary. At any rate, other big beings that I don't know and seemed rather scary, poked me with really sharp pointy things and squirted liquids into my body. Besides being quite painfull, I thought it terribly rude. Anyway, I hurt now so I'm letting the Satisfiers know my royal displeasure. They seem to be taking it in stride so I think I'll bump it up a notch...

Jonathan and His Pig-Pal

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Jonathan Showing off Toys and Tongue


Hey everybody, check out my cool toys - especially the creepy yellow duck thing - and my super tongue!

Jonathan Edmund - The Pirate


Blaaargh maties! Hoist yer scurvy caracasses on the poop deck an' kiss yer lan-lubben rubber duckies good by!

New skills for the new millennia


I have been quite busy eating of late. Trying to bulk up for my adventures in rolling over. Rolling over is great fun. It's like a tummy and back fiesta. The Satisfiers seem to thing its fun to put my on my tummy. Sure, being on your tummy is fun for a while but you have to do push ups (which I am very good at) to see anything. That neato thing that spins up in the sky is impossible to see. So when the Satisfiers aren't looking, I roll over onto my back. It's really quite the rush. The Satisfiers seem to be so impressed when they come back and see me on my back and make a big deal about. I don't get what the big "whoop" is but, hey, if it makes them happy then usually I get something out of it which makes me happy.

I just recently discovered this neato thing in my mouth. It's soft and round and I can stick it out of my mouth - which, next to eating and rolling over, is a big thrill. Satisfier 2 likes to stick his mouth thing out too and make really goofy faces and noises which, though very immature and childlike, can, at times, be quite humorous. I can't help but smile or laugh which seems to make Satisfier 2 giddy to the point of being ridiculous. At any rate, the Satisfiers seem to really like my mouth thingy sticking out of my mouth so, for them, I stick it out whenever I'm in the mood - especially when there are other unfamiliar big beings around as they seem to have a similar response to the Satisfiers though they don't make the same ridiculous faces or noises.

So, here are the top 10 skills I have been working on since my last post:
  1. Push ups
  2. Rolling over
  3. Smiling
  4. Sticking my mouth thingy out of my mouth
  5. Eating
  6. Screaming as loud as I can to get attention
  7. Spitting up cream from the all-you-can-eat buffet when I have eaten more than I can handle
  8. Making deliveries in my pants - lots of deliveries, some smelly
  9. Making goo, and aaaeei noises
  10. Sleeping as much as I can when it's dark

Hope you enjoy the pictures of me. Until my next post, aaeeiibu!