It’s the holiday time here and we thought it would be nice to pose for some photos with the decor.

It seems that each year, this jolly fat guy in a red suit delivers presents to all of the good children of the world.

As the good admiral says, “It’s a Trap!”

Happy Holidays from Cooper. I hope to be seen more in 2012.

After the tongue lashing my Hairless Wampa got for not taking me out of the travel container he keeps me in for his last two trips, I demanded that he at least let me be photographed in front of the place named after my maker.

After all, it’s the least I could expect. And without further delay, here’s my proof.

So excited to visit this theme park

Getting closer

Get your tickets

How touching

Park opening times

Imagine me next to the LEGO creations

Blurred but not out of sight

What I Saw

For all of the views of LEGOLand, my hairless wampa tells me you should go to the links below. Something about duplication. Whatever. At least I got my glory shots.

LEGOLand 2011 – Banal Leakage

LEGOLand 2011 – Flickr

Upon exit, I found myself faced with a large furry creature called a cat, technically known as a feline.

A feline called Zoey

In a formal greeting, I was extended a paw, very similar to what would be a shaking of hands. Even though I had my phaser armed and ready, I was trusting that this cat wanted to be friends.

Greetings, large cat

AHHHHHH!!! AWKKKKK!! I should have remained skeptical. This creature 800 times my size attacked me. Perhaps it was the phaser armed that threatened it. Regardless, I had to escape. It was my only hope for survival.

Friends my ass.. this furball attacked me

Using my trusty phaser, I managed to free myself from the clutches of this cat. I kept my distance as to not be attacked again.

Out of Zoey’s clutches

Not very trusting of these felines. Once I am more prepared, I will make another attempt someday…. with another cat, of course.

I’ve been begging my Hairless Wampa to take me out… anywhere. I’m tired of seeing the inside of the house. So he relented and we ended up going to a place called Currant Creek Reservoir, about 40 miles east of Park City, UT.

Also tagging along was this older guy who claimed he was “from the sea” and would show all of us how to fish. He seemed a bit looney, but since I had never heard of fishing, I had to give him reverence.

Without any effort, he caught a fish. Amazing. And he didn’t even use a phaser. In the background, you can see a human type doing some fishing, too. So it appears to be a popular thing.

The old guy was a pro at this fishing thing, catching all sorts of these slimy, smelly creatures.

He kept telling me how easy this was, while I kept my distance. I admit to my curiosity growing by the minute.

This was my view most of the time while the old guy caught his fish.

Ok, if this old dude can catch a fish, so can I. I was told to leave my phaser behind, something about a law that you can’t fish with anything but a hook and bait.

Ok, that wasn’t too bad. Much easier than I thought.

See, there I am… I got a fish.. I got a fish. The old guy kept shaking his head as he stood behind me.

And there’s another one I caught. This is not that bad. Smelly, but kind of fun.

What’s that old guy, you eat these things? And you have to clean them first? The cleaning part does make sense. All those humans in the water up to their waist… they might be relieving themselves in this lake.

I traveled with my Hairless Wampa recently to a place called Myrtle Beach. He called it “a much needed vacation”. I was just happy to get out of house, being cooped up [no pun intended] for several months.

Building muscle tone, trying to look buff

There was no snow or cold here. Just warmth. I thought it would be nice to impress the ladies with my strength… lots of them not wearing much clothing. Oh, did I say that out loud… *AHEM*

Tanning…

As white as I am most of the time, it was a nice change to get out and get some color on my skin.

I have some feet issues

Wearing boots most of the time, you can see that I don’t get my feet out in the open air.

Enough tanning, let’s go surfing now!

Most people surfed without any long objects. I decided I wanted to try this surfing thing. Turns out it’s overrated and not recommended for us small parts types, if you know what I mean.

Too much sun… need a break

After 10 days of hanging out on the sand, I needed some shade.

I actually enjoyed this beach place and hope that I get to tag along for future trips.

I SAID… HELLO??? Who is out there?

Ahh… ok, all is clear.

I’m sure I’m just being skittish because it’s been a long time since I made any sort of appearance on this cyberspace. So I ask, my fine readers and followers, give me just a little more time to adjust and I’ll be here on a very regular basis.

Until then, I will say what the Rebellion deems as their mantra [although I might find it very cheesy], “May The 4th Be With You”

Everyone is here. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Twas the night before Christmas… and who shows up on Christmas Eve? Santa! At least this Santa is fully dressed.

Oh Christmas tree… oh Christmas tree…

Copter – chop chop chop.

Choo-choo

Doze off.

Choo

Ahh, a brush to scrub in the shower with. Keeping it REAL clean, Santa.

What the hell is a shower doing in a Christmas setting?