December 7, 2010 - A Day That Will Live in Infancy

I was watching Dr. Phil the other day and he said it was time to get rid of my anger - in particular my anger over December 7th, 1941, a day that shook the world and plunged us into the war. I can't imagine the lives of those who woke up that morning to everything that was familiar, all of life's rituals that we take for granted, suddenly erased by the bombings of a nation gone mad. But it's time. Time to let the anger go and forgive a nation. Otherwise, as Dr. Phil says, the anger wins. Hold on a second, mom's sending me an email.

Wait a minute, what the hell is this?

To be continued.

Cora Elizabeth Pape

December 7th, 2010

Daddy's Brain

As many of you know, daddy turned 50 last month. That's 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.11.12.13,14,15,50. Every year daddy goes in to the hospital to see if there's any brain activity left, sadly he forgets what the answer is by the time he gets home.

Cora Elizabeth Pape

October 15, 2010

"I Hypnotize Daddy"

"Elephantitis"

Hey, look at me!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! I'm a rogue african elephant!!

Ha, ha, just kidding - it's really me Cora. April fool!!!

Cora Elizabeth Pape

April 1, 2010

My Third Birthday!!

Well that was quick! Apparently after 18 months I've turned three.

Heeeeeeeeeeey... Wait just a second, something seems fishy here.

Cora Elizabeth Pape ( slightly bewildered )

January 24, 2010

Monkeying Around

In my last film "Silly Faces," (still available on Netflix) I tried to show the dichotomy of war and silliness; perhaps no one did this better then the late Soupy Sales who had a pie thrown in his face for each fallen Vietnam vet. Rest in peace Soupy, you were one of this nation's greatest auteurs.

In my new film "Balcony" I try to explore the very delicate balance of being 20 stories in the air while dressed as a monkey - the symbol of the banana and its relevance to our escalation in Afghanistan cannot be overlooked. While I rarely talk about the deeper meanings behind my films I think you will all find it quite moving to see the dog (i.e. Afghanistan) reject the monkey.  It's as though the dog is saying, "Go away, monkey!  You can do no good here."  I am saddened.  I turn and walk the length of the balcony once more.  I urge all of you to vote for "Balcony" as best picture of the year as it transcends the label of documentary. I cannot be categorized!

Cora Elizabeth Pape

Nov. 1, 2009 

                     

                                                      

Elvis Has Left the Building and Entered the Bathroom

Well my feud with Elvis has ended and I have to say he's much rounder than I thought.  When he sits around the tub, he REALLY sits around the tub.  But seriously folks, it's nice to have mommy back.  Now please avert your eyes as I step out of the bath.  

Cora Elizabeth Pape

(From the bathtub)

October 25, 2009

Why I Need A Mommy

It's this simple: babies need boundaries. Just because mommy is away doesn't mean that I should be able to do whatever I like. When I say "daddy, I'd like to read a book," a commonsense answer might begin with "where?" Mommy thinks that way, daddy doesn't. I will continue my boycott of Elvis music until my mommy is returned from Memphis unharmed.

Cora Elizabeth Pape

(Still sad in Brooklyn)

Oct. 20, 2009

What Tha'?

You know how every day since I was born mommy would come home from work and feed me milk?  Apparently that's all changed under the socialist Obama regime.  Now she just flies off to Memphis whenever she wants to have her picture taken at Graceland. Who knows when she's coming back.  And what if she comes back an Elvis fan of the Vegas years instead of the earlier Sun Records career when Elvis was truly relevant?  OMG!!  What if the milk is gone?  See this face?  I can keep it going for at least a year!  Bring milk or don't bother coming back.

Cora Elizabeth Pape

(The saddest baby ever)

Oct. 16, 2009

Run Boodles Run!

As most of you know, daddy's birthday was on September 25th; I'm okay with that in that it doesn't interfere with my schedule, when it does he'll have to change it. Mommy got daddy a mop and hid it in the closet last week. I knew the mop gift wasn't going to go over very well so I worked on something to distract him. As readers of my blog know I began walking on Fathers Day, admittedly it doesn't get the attention it used to but it gets me where I'm going. Now running, well, that would be the next logical step - I just looked it up,that was a pun. So I got to thinking, maybe if I learned to run daddy wouldn't beat mommy over the head with the broom in a dramatic fit of rage ( see blog 17 titled "Dustbuster This!!") When daddy's birthday came around I was ready.

Mommy gave daddy the present at dinner, which is never really a good idea around here (see blog 26 "Tofu This!!") Daddy didn't get angry, in fact he said it was a lovely mop and he was proud that his wife felt that he was man enough to handle a tool like that, and then he stared silently out the window wondering where the last 49 years had gone. I quickly scrambled down from my chair and grabbed his leg, he turned slightly so he could see me, and then I ran!! I ran into the kitchen and bedroom and hallway and  bathroom until daddy grabbed me and pulled me up into the air; he shouted "Boodles can run, Boodles can run!!" Then I kissed him on the cheek and he kissed mommy and we all snuggled up and watched "Cops" on TV.

Cora Elizabeth Pape

Sept. 28, 2009

The Boodles Tunnel

I just had the greatest idea!! I think I'm going to allow all of the neat things that I saw down in the grating float around my brain for another nineteen years, then I'm going to buy a lot of spraypaint and paint the images in a tunnel really large. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... I wonder where I can find a tunnel.

Cora Elizabeth Pape

August 15, 2009

Recap

In summing up, here are a few things I've learned during my first year.

First off - breathing. Breathing's very important. As most of you know daddy was born with Hyaline Membrane disease which is a non-elasticity of the lung tissue, he was placed in an iron lung backwards for a year with his tiny little baby feet sticking out; he's currently optioning the story to Lifetime.

Speaking of breathing, mommy and daddy have me taking swimming lessons. When is common sense going to make a comeback in this family? I'm a year old, just because the other little lemmings want to walk off the cliff to the sound of nursery rhymes doesn't mean I have to.

In baseball you should be able to run to first base while still carrying the bat, I just think it would liven things up.

Grandmas. Grandmas are great, they're like parents only they pick you up whenever you ask.

I just found out I have 27 cousins on mommy's side of the family. They were very nice to me on my recent trip to Denver. I have no idea what their names are so I've numbered them. Number 12 could've paid a little more attention to me but the rest were quite nice.

Walking is a hoot! Who knew?

Cora Elizabeth Pape

July 24, 2009