Not even the owner of machine would rescue him, not even the owner of the prison that houses him.  Now in his despair he stares at the reflection, dreaming of a better place.  Poor Bandanna Banana, poor bandanna bana bo bana, be by bonana...  bandanna... banana...

If you are ever feeling in the dumps, don't be silly chumps, just purse your lips and whistle, that's the thing!  ...And always look on the bright side of life...
 - whistles-  

There is still the chance that they will repair the machine and possibly even fill the whole machine with bandanna bananas.  Really, it could happen.

My brother-in-law is an expert of separating these machines from the toys within, so I will have to let him know when this particular one is back to functional so he can dig out the little guy.  I'm sure my son would enjoy using it as a bandanna banana bangarang!  :p

I thought it might behoove me to start a little blog outside the World of Warcraft transmogrification and adventures, which is the focus of Mog's Addiction.  There is a whole world out there, when I manage to get to it.  The way I figure, all parts are equally important when defining the whole.  Whether it's family, a movie, a book, a game, or just taking a look around you:  All things make a person define the "who" of themselves.

I am currently reading Exiles published by Marvel Comics.  I'm still in book one of the Ultimate Collection.  Having not read a lot of the various multiverses for X-Men, this appears to be a great primer for getting into the various characters and situations in the mutant filled (or not) Earths.  My friend Sincerely found the name dropping to be a bit much, but for a greenie like me, it's great.

That is all I have for today.  For anyone who manages to find this little blog, thank you for reading my random rantings of ridiculous repetition. :p