Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes

Or, more apropos, a tale of misdirected Tomatoggression...

There has been a serious lack of Produce-inspired products around here as of late. So in light of this egregious situation I figured it best to get back down to Seeds of the matter.

Meet the first in what is to be a long line of psychotic tomatoes, Professor Rojo...



And his alter ego, Mr. Hothouse...



Two halves of the same whole...



Professor Rojo, a mild-mannered Tomatollectual by day turned schizoid, bloodshot, ripened on the vine Mr. Hothouse by night. What could twist our red friend's Stem that out of shape?

GreenHouse Gas.

That's right, Professor Rojo is a bit of a lush when it comes to imbibing the local gassy brew at the neighborhood GreenHouse. So much so, that it makes him a bit dotty. Who am I kidding, Professor Rojo is an angry drunk and after an evening of sucking down fumes he's ready to pick a fight with anyone, for any reason. The Tomato's nefarious reputation is well known amongst the Produce in the neighborhood G-Houses and now he is simply referred to by those far and wide as Mr. Hothouse.

Ostracized and eventually driven from the annals of Tomatodemic society, the fallen off of the vine Professor Rojo/Mr. Hothouse has retreated into a life steeped in fervent gas inhalation and the subsequent rabble-rousing that ensues. In fact, after hours at the local Crateyard he's gathered other red-skinned He-Matoes in order to work out their collective Tomatosterone aggressions with one another. This gathering of brutish Tomateys is aptly called by participants and aficionados alike, Tomato Fight Night Club ("TFNC"). Any Tomato jumped-into the club is not to speak of the club to anyone. They are not to speak of TFNC to one another, nor to their spouses, girlfriends or therapists. No one. What's done in TFNC, stays in TFNC.

Stay tuned for more degenerate Tomatoes as I pledge to make one a week for as long as I can stand to do so...

Copyright 2006 Regina Rioux Gonzalez. All rights reserved.

17 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was just about to crochet up some carrots. It must be in the air.

:)

Unknown said...

Wonderful!

Jessica said...

You know, I think I find him the creepiest of all of your creations thus far. I think it's the two eyes. I don't know. And I like tomatoes!

Well done!

Rebecca said...

I always love your details! That dark, bushy eyebrow (unibrow, he's only go one) adds that menacing air.

Micky said...

Love it, love it.
I started my muff last night. I will try and have a updated post before tomorrow. Can you put my name on the list?
Thanks for this idea, I am having fun with it already.
:)

dizzy von damn! said...

you are weird.

i like you.

Ellen Bloom said...

Oooh...I can't wait to see the post fight night bruised tomatoes!!!

Kimberly said...

Oooohhhhh! As a former tomato grower, he is perfect! Can not wait to see what you think up for the next Killer Tomatoe....will we be seeing a fried green one that got away?

~drew emborsky~ said...

hmmm, if he gets together with roadkill korn you might yourself a tasty salsa!

I love the tomato!! You rock!!

Anonymous said...

Now that's juicy!! Can't wait for the next installment!! :D

hi, i'm natalie said...

Amazing, as always!

Heather said...

heehee
my grandad was a prop guy for this movie.
got any ketchup?

StarKnits said...

LOL i can just see them walking/storming around the little town ready to pick a fight! LOL you crack me up!
thank you
ps the prof is sooo cute

Anonymous said...

Hmmmm....so what did YOU have to do to find out about TNFC? He's very cool.

Anonymous said...

Hey, Mr. Hothead got my GrandPop's crazy eyebrow. Do ya also got his hairy ears and "NOT a mustache" hairy nose also? LOLROF

Nancy said...

OOOOO OOOO with Drew!!

to complete the salsa, you'll need a pepper or four.

Maybe the pepper is the referee??

stuffed said...

I love tomatoes with issues.