William Bredbeck

rogers high school, parsons, hard knocks

Artist/Animator/Writer/Adventurer/Snuggl emuffin

I am affiliated with porcupines, pumpkins, loons, whippoorwills, white oaks, and beets

hiking, camping, jumping off rocks into water, jumping off boats into water, making music, helping people, exploring, eating interesting foods, gardening, cooking, singin' and dancin', writing silly stories, telling silly stories, family, friends, pumpkins

Fantastic Mr. Fox, The island of the Skogg, Treasure Island, Owl at home, zane grey books, the royal road to romance, a strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder, Narcissus and Goldblum, Siddhartha, Edible Wild Plants fieldguide

2001, Baraka, the Umbrellas of Cherbourg, All Alfred Hitchcock movies, Oh Lucky man!, Endless Summer, Bird, Harold and Maude, Evil Dead2 (forgive me), Marlene Dietrich, Greta Garbo, Audrey Hepburn movies, Milo & Otis, Easy Rider

heavy dub, J Cash, cramps, cuban, Trex, Devo, punk, Burma, metal, 60s&70s soul, the dwarves, E Smith, Humperdinck, Mathis, Nina Simone, Nat King Cole, Billie, jazz, G Parsons, funk, Delta Blues, Howlin' wolf, T Waits, Astral Weeks, T Wynette, zydeco

I was raised by monkies deep in a hidden alaskan
valley where, due to a concentation of geothermal
activity, there are year round balmy conditions. After
being sold into bondage by the treacherous rival
monkey Lord, Ook, I found my way through the
Flamenco dancing halls of the world. I learned the
Flamenco before I knew my first words of english, and
as a consequence, I punctuate each sentence with a
maddening blast of foot work. After earning enough
money through my flamenco stylings to ride in the trunk
of a 1972 olive green chevy nova back to my Alaskan
home, I discovered that Ook had sold the rest of my
clan to a tire manufacturer (it is a little known fact that
tires are made of monkeys) and had retired to Newport,
RI a wealthy and well treaded simian. At this point I
made a makeshift raft and poled up the Yukon to the
Mackenzie, portaged to the Peace through Lake
Winnipeg to the red river of the north, down to the
Mississippi, up the Ohio at Cairo, Illinois, to the
Allegheny, and thence to Lake Erie, the Erie canal the
Hudson, Long Island sound, and finally came to
Narragansett bay. I then worked as a chocolate
manufacturer for a lobster company in Newport, as I
plotted my depraved and sordid revenge on the
hapless Ook. After much soul searching and
deliberation, I devised a giant lobster trap filled with
chocolate that I left in the prominent pathways of the
well to do. After taking captive most of Newports elite, I
was about to give up my ploy, when all of a sudden Ook
burst out of a large purple wedding cake (grape
flavored?) and imprisoned me in a giant banana peel! I
couldnt see much from my slippery yellow prison, but
could guess that he was taking me to the local Tire
manufacturing plant. Thinking with my feet, I began
snapping my fingers in a flamenco fury, naturally
causing the banana to sneeze and me to be expelled
with great violence. Ook was so distracted that he did
not see

I reckon I like everybody.