Dear Princess Sparkle Pony...

Pony Pals™ send emails, and I respond!

Dear Princess Sparkle Pony,

Are you, in fact, a unicorn?

Just wondering,

Love from your Pony Pal™ Nelly

And Nelly (full name Nelly Frittata... is that what they sell at the Taco Bells in Provincetown?) provides this picture:

Well, that is an especially gorgeous unicorn, and obviously one of my cousins, but no: I am not now, nor have I ever been, a unicorn. Thanks for the note, Nelly!

John, from By the Bayou, suggests the following:

Yo Princess: I think you need to sell some Sparkle Pony merchandise on CafePress.com.

I can only imagine the sales of an "I Rode the Sparkle Pony" shirt. But
more seriously, I would purchase a tasteful SparklePony mug for my
morning coffee.

The man has a point! Actually, I've been meaning to do that, and I will soon. Here's a preview of one of the first items I'll be marketing:

But in the meantime, Pony Pals™, if you'd like a commercially manufactured piece of Sparkle Pony artwork you can actually hold in your hands, you can purchase one of the issues of Genetic Disorder Magazine I designed the covers for here, or you may buy the Negativland/Chumbawamba CD I designed from Amazon here, or directly from Negativland here.

And last but not least, Yammering Splat Vector writes:

When I saw the DeLay pic, I immediately thought of this, although I don't think he would attack his handler and principal soup bone source. It was just that scrumptious, Born Again Methodist Christian neck pumping with compasseration being so very close to Tom's teeth. And in the original picture, he almost looks wistfully distracted at the thought of Bushie as a food source. Just my take. Too many Hammer films, I guess.

And here's his pic:

Keep those emails 'n' comments coming!