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A Day In The Life Of Mark A. Kelso
About this creation

In which I drop all pretenses of creativity, and tread the long-overused path of smack-talk.

For those of you who are allergic to reading for long periods of time, or participating in any activity that requires more than a minimal effort, this is not for you. If you have been diagnosed with ADD or otherwise have a short attention span, you may not wish to continue. This MOC contains over 120 pictures and will take a long time to read. If you choose to continue, I would recommend dimming the lights, grabbing some popcorn along with the beverage of your choice, and getting comfy. Here we go!





After working for eighty-six straight hours without sleep on my latest masterpiece, I'd finally gotten some well-deserved sleep. Yet, even in my exhausted state, I still managed to wake up bright and early.




Stepping out of bed and into my slippers, I could already tell it was going to be an eventful day. Without delay, I enthusiastically started on my morning routine with bright optimism. However, I remembered that I had some extra matters to attend to, and began going about preparing for them.




Recalling a letter I had received from a friend about a meeting over lunch, I went over to my desk and searched through the previous day's mail for the gracious invitation.




Even though my house is a model of tidiness and efficient organization, I was unable to locate the message upon my desk where it should have been. However, due to my unfortunately exhausted condition the previous night, I may have mislaid the object in question, thus necessitating further search of the immediate vicinity.




While a search of my desk's inner reaches revealed nothing of consequence, it did bring to my attention that I could pay more attention to what I devote my drawer space to. In this case, my antique copy of Rembrandt's Storm on the Sea of Galilee, which would serve it's purpose better elsewhere.




Unable to locate the elusive letter, I headed off through the house to the bathroom for a shower and a shave. Even a manly man like myself can handle only so much accumulated grime, and at this point I felt that some much-needed hygiene wouldn't hurt.




Setting off in good spirits, I traversed the hallways of my palatial estate towards that much-anticipated cleansing.




Wrapped in my magnificent morning robe and grandly gliding through the spacious halls, I felt like a king arrayed in royal raiment.




Every twist and turn familiar to me, I could've found my way in my sleep through the arched passages and vaulted corridors.




Yet even if I'd made a mistake and taken a wrong turn, my cleverly placed and clearly labeled signs would soon point even the most directionally-challenged individual in the right direction.




Yessir, every inch of my house is the very model of efficiency.



One can become bored with sweeping through passageways in a robe, however, and I eventually reached the bathroom.




Oh, come on, you don't really want to know about what I did there, too! A guy's entitled to a little privacy, you know.








Sheesh, I just do what everyone does in the morning. I got myself cleaned up for the day, and shaved.




Oh, and I loaded up on plenty of Axe. The ladies love it.


Nothing interesting happened on the return journey from the bathroom. After all, hallways aren't known for being very exciting places!








Like I said; nothing interesting happened.




Following my morning grooming, I returned to my room to get dressed. Entering my walk-in closet, I pondered the merits of each article of clothing. One must be sure to make a good impression at all times, even among friends, and the proper attire is the surest way to convey this.




I knew that I'd need something that would suit the occasion, yet give me an air of gravity and presence, as well as allow me to go from casual to corporate in a moment's notice.




However, while one should dress conservatively, it is often wise to dress with a certain, er, panache. Plain, boring clothes stifle conversation and cause discomfort for all involved parties across the board.




In the end, though, I went with the one outfit that had never let me down before. Daring, yet comfortable, stylish, yet simple, and above all; machine washable. Face it, washing clothes by hand is worse than old-fashioned, it's a symbol of slavery to fashion; a trend that I have since risen above.




Coming- ahem, walking out of the closet, I felt like a new man, yet at the same time, a voice in my head was whispering, “This is the real Mark Kelso, the very one everyone knows and adores.”




By now, I was becoming hungry and eventually made my way around to my newly-remodeled, spotless kitchen with plenty of time to set the table for an early breakfast and go about preparing it.




Starting the coffee maker and filling it with gourmet grounds, I went to retrieve the other ingredients for my breakfast.




Ah, never mind what I had to eat, I wouldn't want to bore you with the details.




















Actually, if this is to be an accurate account of an average day for me, I shouldn't exclude a single detail: After a moment's indecision, I settled on pancakes.




Having filled up on breakfast, it was off to work. In my case, work was down the hall and the first door on the left. There are certain advantages to being an artist. Now I don't know about others in my profession, but I need to have that creative spark going to get anything done, so I have this little ceremony that I begin with before starting work. Details you ask? Well, it's sort of like an indian rain dance mixed with breakdancing and a side order of Michael Jackson thrown in for good measure.




But enough about that. My latest painting was my best to date; I call it "Highland Dude with a Stick in One Hand and His Dog by His Side." I had just finished the night before, and I was just now adding a few touches here and there to fix anything I may have missed before.




After consulting my schedule, I began to prepare for my little excursion with my friend. I couldn't remember what the letter had said, but I was sure it had to do with the painting I'd just finished.




























My friend had arranged to pick me up since my house was on his way to the cafe we were to meet at.
















Arriving at the cafe, we got right down to business.




Actual business, as a matter of fact, it turned out that he really did want to buy my painting, and we began bandying prices back and forth.




After some small disagreement, we settled on an amount and shook on it.




That over, my friend offered to buy me lunch. I declined at first, but I was talked into accepting.













Lunch was wonderful, with some rather exquisite sandwiches and a light dessert, but it was all over too soon, and it was time to go.




Later, though, I started feeling a little guilty about that dessert, and headed off to the gym for some calorie-crunching activity.




I was busy lifting a hundred pounds in the strangely deserted gym when Ms. Sterling showed up.




I've got to give her credit; she's extremely fit, but no woman is any match for a fully-matured adult in the prime of his life, and I must confess, I have a bit of a showoff streak in me, but man, I sure made those weights look straws!




After that, I followed it with some pull-ups on the bar. It wasn't as easy as the weights, but again, I was rather excellent at it if I may say so myself.




I was in the thirties when the place was crashed by the Dem Bones motorcycle gang! I would've defended myself, but there was a lady to protect, so I acted quickly to get her to safety.




Then I was ready to take them on single-handedly, but I thought better of it: discretion is the better part of valor and all that. Instead, I dialed the police on my cell from our hiding place.




If only Stacy hadn't wandered from our hideout and blown our cover! Now there was no way we could just wait it out. But if I could only provide a distraction, the coppers would eventually arrive.




After all, they had never been late before. Besides, I knew one of their men, and was sure he'd be out to rescue me in no time.




In the meantime, though, I'd need to get Ms. Sterling out of trouble. Forsaking my vantage point in a heroic attempt at rescue, I approached the band of ruffians.




Knowing that most gangs pride themselves on their muscle, I challenged them to a contest, suggesting that we test our endurance.




We each took turns, each making a display of our strength, and each lifting more than the last.




The fierceness of our competition was unmatched; no quarter was given or received.




Admittedly, I was impressed by the abilities of those deadbeats. Even though they were a bunch of zombies, they possessed considerable muscle. Even the one that was as thin as a skeleton was able to lift some sizable weight!



Things almost got ugly for a second when this freaky lady with a bad haircut and a chainsaw tried to use me for a weight, but I stayed calm and tried to ignore the cheers and congratulations. I don't weigh that much!




Then it was my turn. I stepped forward confidently, knowing that I had an ace up my sleeve. All I had to do was hold up some weights for twenty minutes or so until the fuzz showed up. Easy for a guy like me.




What a shame my nose chose that precise moment to start itching something fierce.




The resulting sneeze blew my cover, no joke intended, and we had to make a run for it.




I'll never quite know how I got out of that alive.




Some time later, I went over to Ocean's place. He had recently moved to the States, and I was supposed to go help him unpack.












Price was also there, to my surprise, and we all got to work hauling things into the living room.




Having warmed up in the gym earlier, I was raring for some strongman action, though Dennis was a little out of shape for this kind of work.




No matter, though, Shanno and I were more than up to the task at hand.




















I must warn you, though, when moving large objects around in a cramped space, watch out for other people. Accidents can happen, you know.




















After all of that sweaty work, I was glad that Ocean invited me to the basement for a drink. Price wasn't able to make it, as he was still panting in a corner after a minimal effort.












Okay, any guy that buys a house entirely depending on whether it comes with a man-cave has got my deepest admiration and slight concern. Oh, yes, and did I mention envy?
















It turned out that Ocean was into making his own beer, and he needed the cave to keep his barrels in. He even showed me some of his barrels up close so that I could get a sense of the whole process.




He was also quite knowledgeable on the subject and was able to give me advice on the different types of beer and all of that stuff. I personally found it a bit of a bore, being more of the type that just likes to drink it, not think all day about it.




But, being the gracious guest that I am, I endured it all with great patience, waiting for my favorite part: sampling.




What a shame Ocean didn't show the same graciousness, though, he got totally stoned without any respect for company and ended up on the floor of the cave.




Returning to my house, I figured it was time to work on the Eye of Chaos. It wasn't really anything exciting, just my usual brilliance.












































After finishing the day's work on the Eye of Chaos, I headed off to the computer to post an update of the Eye on MOCpages.




Never being one to shirk duties, even voluntary ones, I logged on to MOCpages and set about fulfilling my role as a moderator before posting my update. "Work comes first," has always been my motto.



As a shining pillar of morality and an example to the masses, I moderated flagged comments with only the highest standards in mind. Without my guidance, the site would've quickly become a den of iniquities, full of innuendo and sleazy suggestiveness!




After posting, I began cruising around, looking at whatever caught my eye. And man, what caught my eye! Some irreverent young punk seemed to have embarked on some sort of vendetta against me! And for no apparent reason!




Even though I'm big enough to take criticism, I had my professional reputation to worry about, and I couldn't have some loudmouth discrediting me! I began trying to figure out how to prevent this from happening without having to resort to anything extreme.




Later that night, a much-recovered Ocean invited me out to dinner at an upscale restaurant as thanks for my help earlier, and, I suspect, to apologize for getting drunk on me like that.




We each ordered our dinner. I got the fillet mignon and julienne asparagus, while Ocean ordered the chicken cordon bleu and roasted fingerling potatoes.







Unfortunately, it seemed that the kitchen had run out of fillet mignon, but they didn't have to make such a big deal of it!




Ocean tried to calm them down, but it seemed like they would absolutely not let me pay for my food and insisted I eat free! Such excellent service.




After some time, the waitress came out with our drinks while we waited for the food.




The vintage wine was excellent, but I was worried that Ocean may become tipsy again and gently suggested he not drink more than a glass or two.




Sadly, it seems that he's destined for a life of drunkenness; the man can not take his alcohol!




This time, he even ended up dancing on the table! And at such a nice restaurant! I never would've suspected that a hardcore Aussie like Ocean would be such a pansy.




After repeatedly singing a limited repertoire of drinking songs off-key, my inebriated friend finally collapsed upon the table, breaking it.



Considering the disturbance he caused and the irreparable damage to the table in question, he's lucky they let him out of the place without calling the cops.




After such an eventful night, I was dead tired, and wanted to go straight home, but I went out of my way to drop Ocean off at his house.




Thinking back, it's amazing that one can get so much done in just one day, then get up the next day and do it all again, but that is humanity for you, I guess, we never get so discouraged that we're unwilling to give things another shot.



Perhaps another time we'll explore some more of this illustrious life I've had, but for now, this will have to do.

Until next time, my devoted fans,

Mark A. Kelso


Added July 2, 2010
It is with great pleasure that I would like to announce that my autobiography has recently won a prestigious MOCie Award, undoubtedly for best story. I'm quite confident that my life's journey is well on it's way to becoming history. Even if you forget it, your kids will be learning it in school some day, and you'll be able to proudly say that you were there when it all happened.



Comments

  October 28, 2012
Hey Jeff can I have your email? I want to interview you for a book I'm making of the worlds best Lego builders. Please reply. Nate.
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  August 12, 2012
Quoting Stewart Ramsey amazing how did you get chris' face on the toilet paper?
The magic of editing, my friend. There's actually a lot more photo editing going on in this MOC than most people would notice, but truly good editing doesn't stand out. For example, I don't own a single letter tile.
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  August 11, 2012
amazing how did you get chris' face on the toilet paper
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  September 27, 2011
Ha! This is fantastic! The builds are stellar and the humour is brilliant!
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  September 18, 2011
Awesome! SO cool. I think your treadmill is cooler (take that back, WAY cooler) than mine:http://www.mocpages.com/moc.php/287954
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  March 28, 2011
I usually talk so much I have to be told: "Can you keep it quiet, for a while?" or "Put a sock in it!" This masterpiece has so many intricate parts to it I wouldn't know just where to begin! The intricate detail work, the sence of humor (loved the 'PICKLE JAR' bit (rotfwl)! the roll of toilet paper and the 'razor' wow! The use of the desk you showed us to build! I loved his spindly legs and the pixlation during his going to the bathroom and while changing! Precious! You have more then just LEGO Brick creativity - you are the essence of the word itself! ...and you are a young fellow! Great there is hope for the future! Oh my God! I only wanted to say one word: AWESOME and boy do I need to put a SOCK IN IT! so here goes my one word: AWESOME!
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  March 24, 2011
Incredible!
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  March 21, 2011
EPIC!!!!
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  March 9, 2011
Jeff, i m not impressed by this, i m @#* BLOWN AWAY! this is really WORK! as it s impossibly massive, before this i thought i did extensive mocs, [you ve seen the financial ad!] of wich i thought was a lot of work, but, this masterpiece of endurance, and determination, is a FEAT! BRAVO! the jokes, exterior beautiful shots, lighted by sunshine, the quality bar never flinches, you re a fav! it s too much! the humour, all the special touches, like the toilet paper, shower, computer screen, ect... it s WONDERFUL! i m in awe! you re really something special, a real artist! i ll be back! again congratulations!
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  February 3, 2011
Just scrolling through the Rocket Surgery postings and saw this again. Those skinny legs are still the funniest thing I've seen in a long time!
Jeff Fauble
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Mateo Brlas
  January 5, 2011
!!!!!A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!!!! :)))))
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  December 22, 2010
oh wow thats awesome i love how you did the legs
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  November 19, 2010
Thanks for classing up the joint. This singlehandedly brings up the average for both smackMOCs and general humor. Glad I found the time to brave this. I have to space out reviewing your archive now that I know what to expect, too much abdominal pain from laughing. BTW: you can easily identify the real women among your readers, just wait for the jealous complaints, most women would kill for legs like that. Oops, hold on (I slap myself): nice building!
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  November 4, 2010
Quoting paul mc keever do one for a day in the life of phipson
If you had read the comments, you would have seen that I did not initially intend to, but changed my mind. However, it could be a long time coming since I'm in college and will only be able to work on it during the summer.
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  November 4, 2010
do one for a day in the life of phipson
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  October 16, 2010
Quoting Brian T Loomis most of the pics on the end i couldn't see
Probably because there are so many. Perhaps your computer just couldn't handle that many, or maybe they took too long to load and it gave up. Whatever the case, the problem doesn't seem to be with MOCpages. I'm sorry it's not working for you.
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  October 16, 2010
most of the pics on the end i couldn't see
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  October 15, 2010
Quoting Logan Henley You must have made TONS of background sets. Did you recycle the sets when you were done with them?
There were fifteen sets in this, most of them larger than 16x16, and all made exclusively for this. I didn't re-use any of the sets outside of this MOC. It came to a total of 126 pictures uploaded and over a thousand taken.
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  October 15, 2010
You must have made TONS of background sets. Did you recycle the sets when you were done with them?
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  September 4, 2010
Definitely deserving of that MOCie Award it got, this is BY FAR the funniest, most hilarious, most brilliant, most humor-filled MOC I've ever come across to this day! 5/5 still seems unfair...
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  August 28, 2010
I can't believe I never commented on this. This is, by far, one of THE funniest and most brilliant mocs I've ever read! This definately deserved the Mocie it got. Okay, I think I inflated your ego enough for now.
Jeff Fauble
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Nicks Bricks
  August 23, 2010
Thats great stuff, that was hilarious, must of taken you forever to post, but well worth it.
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  June 11, 2010
Oh my gosh. Oh my word. Oh my. Holy shizzle this is amazing. So uber-funny. Spectacular! Congrats on the MOCie Awards!
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  June 5, 2010
This comment was written for multiple posts so please excuse the non specific nature of it. You (or your Lego creation) has been nominated for a MOCie award this year. If you would like to write an acceptance speech in the event that you win, please feel free to do so and email it to me at mocieawards@gmail.com. If you win, your acceptance speech will be used in the awards ceremony post due out sometime in June. If you are nominated for multiple entries, please be sure to write a response for each entry. Please check this link http://mocpages.com/group_conversation.php?id=11182&topicid=50162 to see if you’ve been nominated for more than one category. Thanks and good luck! ~ Chris.
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  May 19, 2010
OMG! That was funny! Make me REALLY laugh next time!
Jeff Fauble
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Agent Appleblanket
  May 18, 2010
From what I've heard, you portrayed Kelso pretty much perfectly.
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  May 18, 2010
What a story! The legs are a unique detail, and the megablocks jab was classic. What greater insult could there be?
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  May 11, 2010
When this was on the most popular,I read it all the way and I really liked it,but,as you may see,I completely forgot to comment on this to tell how much I liked!You did a fantastic work on this man!
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  May 10, 2010
Incredible. The detail and story telling are amazing. -Sam
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  May 5, 2010
hahahaha! i absoulutley love this! Great work and i especially love the slippers. =D =D =D
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  May 4, 2010
nice techniques used!
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  May 3, 2010
I saw this on the BB, and was dying of laughter! AND I even made an appearance into the MOC as well.....Very shocked at that, and honored at the same time. I really am wondering if you were drinking with me, Bones, and Leda Saturday night though and we gave you some inside info?! I suppose since you've had me grace your MOC, it's only right that I favorite you as well!! Keep up the great work, I'm looking forward to seeing what you do with Phipson. *Shudder*
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  May 2, 2010
lol epic
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  May 2, 2010
Quoting Ryan Durant Hey! I just checked the Brothers-Brick, and this Parody was posted there! Congratulations! ~Ryan
Hey, whaddya know! I'm famous! Although to correct the article, it should be viewed here, not on Brickshelf, since the pictures can't be understood without the captions. Oh, and I don't really consider this a direct parody, more of an original episode that makes some very obvious refrences to other MOCs made by other AFOLs.
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  May 2, 2010
Hey! I just checked the Brothers-Brick, and this Parody was posted there! Congratulations! ~Ryan
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  May 2, 2010
ROFL! This is sure to get some interesting comments...
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  May 2, 2010
Good stuff, now, I gotta go pour bleach in my ear to wash out my brains.
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  May 1, 2010
Nice work! All great presentations and builds, with a few knock-off jokes here and there. Great work! :) 5/5
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  May 1, 2010
Haha. Nice builds, nice editing, nice lighting, and great story.
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  May 1, 2010
Just too funny! The Phipson toilet paper, Bones' gang, the true Eye of Chaos, everything!- Hector
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  May 1, 2010
Dang i read this and it took for ever, it must taken a life time to edit and upload.
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  May 1, 2010
Dang i read this and it took for ever, it must taken a life time to edit and upload.
  May 1, 2010
XD I never knew the invisible hand was made out of 50% megablocks on the inside. lolololol.... nice work. ~M0s3s
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  May 1, 2010
great work, a perfect story line starring Moc Page's moderators!
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  April 30, 2010
I forgot to say also.... Bravo. Take a bow sir!
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  April 30, 2010
I was going at first and then soon realized that only one person could possibly have done this. An Artists signature photography, jokes, comic ballons, photoshop. Well done Mark! I gave up reading about half way through. Can't believe the energy you're putting into this these days.
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  April 30, 2010
Quoting Joshua Benjamin You are now truly one of the masters of smack-talk
What a strange thing for me to read, I never really expected to be hailed as a master of smack, more of a second-rater stirring up trouble for a shot at fame. In fact, I really didn't think the story was terribly good when I posted it!
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  April 30, 2010
Wow. This has to be one of the funnies mocs I've read all year! Love all of the wimpiness exhibited in the gym, and the Phipson tp. You are now truly one of the masters of smack-talk =)
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  April 30, 2010
Quoting Dennis Price Funny MOC, nicely lit too. Only one problem here: I never help people move. That involves movement, which is something I do only in extreme emergencies. Otherwise, you're golden. And don't do another one -- I don't need the competition. -- Deathdog
My bad, next time you can take the place of Garth Danielson and be a decoration instead. (See Mister Bones' "Leda Time" to get that.)
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  April 30, 2010
Funny MOC, nicely lit too. Only one problem here: I never help people move. That involves movement, which is something I do only in extreme emergencies. Otherwise, you're golden. And don't do another one -- I don't need the competition. -- Deathdog
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  April 30, 2010
I know what I said about not doing one on you, but I've just had a brainstorm (with a bit of help from my sister, the writer of the family), and it's not out of the question. Summer's coming up mighty fast, and I'd have to do it before hitting college in the fall... That, and I need to re-sort my pieces after ransacking them for this one. It's this project that taught me what it really means to be an AFOL with a gigantic collection: It doesn't mean you have enough for an Apocalypsis or Invisible Toe, it means you can build a dozen different sets without having to tear each one apart to build the next. Only two sets are still standing!
  April 30, 2010
Quoting Jeff F. (Freela) May I add that I know exactly what the "J" stands for? The answer is simply that I suffer from involuntary telekinesis. There's no way I'd read YOUR mind on purpose.
Yeap, either that or googlesearchitus... We'll go with the telekenesis thing. It just sounds much cooler.
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  April 30, 2010
Quoting Chris Phipson I'm not going to ask how you found out my middle initial is J. I'll just chalk it up to having too much time on your hands cause I'm SURE you're not a stalker going through mine and Kelso's mail...
May I add that I know exactly what the "J" stands for? The answer is simply that I suffer from involuntary telekinesis. There's no way I'd read YOUR mind on purpose.
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  April 30, 2010
First off... I'm not going to ask how you found out my middle initial is J. I'll just chalk it up to having too much time on your hands cause I'm SURE you're not a stalker going through mine and Kelso's mail... Jeff my friend, I simply can't say enough about this post. The blood sweat and tears you must have put in to this is just... mind boggling! The toilet paper thing had me with my head in my hands laughing out loud for a good 3 minutes. Try having to explain to your co-workers what you're laughing at when your face is on toilet paper... go on, try. If you ARE thinking about doing one of these with me, consider this my official green light for that project! Consider this moc officially entered for funniest moc in the 2010 MOCie awards (yes, there's a loophole in the rules that will allow it even though the official nominations date has passed). Wow man... wow. ~ Chris.
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  April 30, 2010
That Phipson-toilet paper is brilliant :)
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  April 30, 2010
wow, this took a long time to read...but it was worth it, this stuff is brilliant, the part where 'phippy' takes those cherries :p great job on Kelso's interior and other instalments, after all the creations are most important ;) Anyway, it was funnt, have enjoyed, maybe split it in two parts next time though, great job !
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  April 30, 2010
Before anyone else asks: I do not intend at any time in the future to build "A Day (or night) In The Life Of Christopher J. Phipson". This was enough work, and I really can't think of anything- Okay, I can, but don't get me started, or I'll have to go with it, and I just don't have time for that!
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  April 30, 2010
I can't even imagine how much work went into this. And it paid off. Totally hilarious! Every detail is amazing. I'd love to see one about Phipson!
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  April 30, 2010
Quoting Tom O. Wow, this is great! Where can I buy that Phipson toilet paper?
It's coming to a store near you! Soon, you will be able to, uh, you know.
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  April 30, 2010
Holy! Now that's entertainment! Hilarious bit after bit! Dem Bones motorcycle gang ... LOL! Kelso chicken legs ... Deathdog's crack ... Kelso singin' Van Halen ... Phippy toilet accessories ... I was drinking Coke and almost sprayed my computer screen and flooded my nostrils. Oh man, what a riot! Thanks for the laughs!
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  April 30, 2010
Quoting Mister Bones I am designing a kitchen for Bones house, can I swipe that coffee maker idea? The one I made looks like crud. Will give all due credit of course!
But of course, I need all the worship I can get! Go ahead and use it, no credit needed.
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  April 30, 2010
Where to start? Well, first off, funny as all Hades! Great set designs, excellent dialogue and some really great lighting. The insertion of Phipson’s….picture, the computer screen shots, all excellent details! The entire thing is just brilliant! Bravo, this is a smack moc at its very finest! By the way, I am designing a kitchen for Bones house, can I swipe that coffee maker idea? The one I made looks like crud. Will give all due credit of course!
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  April 30, 2010
Epic, you obviously put a lot of work into it and it paid off big-time. Also, I'm a stealing those skinny legs...:P
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  April 30, 2010
Wow. The epitome of smack in our era. Bravo, bravo!
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  April 30, 2010
This deserves a prize! Encore! Encore!
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  April 30, 2010
And just when my head couldn't get any bigger! It's really too long of a story for a comment, so you'll have to wait for the special features DVD in a few days. And yes, I was aiming for a MOCie, but I got snowed under with schoolwork at the last second (I have SAT testing tomorrow) and just managed to squeeze it in before the end of the month.
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  April 30, 2010
Hahaha! And you managed to piss off Young too! What a great work, man! There's so much to like that I can't say it all. The time I spent on this page was NOT wasted :)
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  April 30, 2010
WOW
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  April 30, 2010
*stands up and applauds* Perhaps THE finest smack-MOCage I have EVER seen! From appropriated concepts (like Kescenovitz's chicken-legs idea, and Young's hallways) and brilliant writing, to HILARIOUS visuals, outstanding sets, and excellent photoshopping; this one has it all. You put a TON of work into this, and it paid off BIG TIME! There's only one thing I have left to say...do Phipson next!
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  April 30, 2010
Oh! Just pure gold! The sets, the witty storyline the Phipson toilet paper, the gang of thugs, the photography, all excellent! That pic of Leda-Face bench pressing Kelso went instantly to my computer wallpaper. Love the running machine at the gym and the decor of Kelso's house. The blurred out section when hes in the shower... priceless. If only you posted this last week you would have probably got funniest moc in the mocie awards!!!! But alas it is now too late. Still, fantastic work all round and I can see you had sooooo much fun making this!!!! Bravo
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  April 30, 2010
"I-A-M-A-G-O-D", that was interestingly funny. I love all the basic settings, and it got even more interesting every picture. "Kelsy", huh? Now that's just scary. ~Ryan
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  April 30, 2010
Jeff, that must have been a real labour of love! So much built, so many sets. There's a lot here to comment on, so i'll keep it brief. Love the brick-built household objects (coffee perc in particular is great) and fittings, like the closet and bathroom. The Phipson toilet rolls are superb. Loads of jokes and some clever presentation touches with lighting and speech bubbles. All in all, great!
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  April 30, 2010
Best, funnyiest, and longest story I ever read (execept diary of a wimpy kid) I loved this and you just inspered my next creation. Well done!
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  April 30, 2010
Fanfrakkintastic! The Phipson toilet paper was priceless, but Mark's chicken legs just kept me howling! The builds were out of sight and the write up , while long, was hilarious.~H
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  April 30, 2010
There's something strangely familiar about all those hallway signs near the beginning, but I can't quite put my finger on it...
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  April 30, 2010
Good God, Jeff. Lots of words and an 100 pictures later...I'm done reading. I think some of the timing elements and randomness of this MOC contributed to the fact that it is absolutely HILARIOUS! You did a fantastic job on the overall builds, story, and the overall accuracy. Amongst the genius is the Phipson toilet paper, the gym, and the great timing. I liked it so much that had I seen this 25 minutes ago, I'd would have given you a MOCie nomination. The funniest part was the pink and purple flowery colors in his room and clothing and the red you know what in his drawer. In short, great work. Mark, if you see some strange dude peeking into one of the windows of your house with binoculars, you'll probably be able to guess the horrors of "A Night In The Life Of Mark Kelso" will be posted soon. -Dylan
 
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