Photo Index
is an easy to use, index web page listing links to hundreds of my original photos. Clicking the link
will send you to a page of photos decorated by unique captioning that has been capturing the attention
of the entire WWW .
My most popular pages are at:
Recent Buys and Bedstand Books of Mr.Wonderful where I list the most recent books I've bought, with their Barnes & Noble sales ranking, along with the publishers' comments.
The MW Review of Books is where I issue eloquent and frank book reviews the everyday reader can comprehend and use as a factor as to whether to purchase the book or not. Go figure, a book reviewer you can believe.
Even though gasoline prices continue to plummet, your Mr.Wonderful went out
and bought a vehicle that runs on electricity. And, listen to this Honda, Toyota
and GM, it was made in the 1950s!
From October 1st, 2006, this photo demonstrates that unleaded gasoline prices
continue to fall. It's like the 'oil minister' of Italy said the other day, "Oil
is one-half the price of Coca Cola." And we spoiled American's don't even consider
is that no one actually needs Coca Cola.
It's election season in The Valley of the Sun and we've got the red, white and blue signs to prove
it. Propositions from banning testing of vital and life-saving drugs on
animals, to prohibiting smoking within 1,000 yards of any nitrogen molecule, populate
the Arizona voter's menu. All I know is that if the Liberals take control of Congress,
I'm adding another weapon to my gun collection and massively buying into burqa futures.
A photo from October 3rd, where Mr.Wonderful spied a bee swarm of reporters (whose van-mounted
Jack-in-the-Beanstock-tall antennas literally blocked the light of the afternoon Scottsdale sun),
crowding near his tony Town of Paradise Valley digs. My heart thudding, thinking they had discovered
where I lived, I sped by. Later, I learned they were there to interview high school
officials, and the resident Kevlar-wearing, Scottsdale police officer, about a text-message threat from one student to another.
After the Mark Foley I.M. (AOL Instant Message) congressional-page scandal, those of us who have been using the Internet for decades now understand, according to our astute, erudite and far-left class of 'Media & Print Journalism Professionals', that Eye-Emming and E-mailing are the same as actually perpetrating the act. I can't wait for the P.C.-Police to show up at my door to behead your MW for the thousands of hateful statements mixed amidst the 156.4 megabytes of my Mr.Wonderful web site.
Looking almost like a midnight photo of two Halloween Jack-O-Lanterns taken at
an angle, these two actual U.F.O.s paced MW's patrol vehicle for the entire length
of the Art Bell Show. During the fourteen minutes of commercials and news each hour,
they turned into television monitors and played re-runs of "I Love Lucy". I always
hated "I Love Lucy." I never loved Lucy.
Past midnight on October 8th, I saw this totally inexplainable sight in
far north Phoenix. I'm certain that judging from its location and the intricacy of
the design it could have only been made by visitors from outside of our solar system.
I could not designate it a 'crop circle' so I coined the term 'rock circle'.
Gasoline prices continue to fall, although not as fast as in the past. $2.13 per U.S. gallon
is about the lowest in Phoenix, Arizona. OPEC is threatening to restrict production
of oil but this shouldn't have any effect because even at sixty dollar a barrel oil,
those thieves are spending money like a Ted-Kennedy-drunk Republican Congress, and
they need every dollar they can grab.
It's been awhile since an extra-terrestrial has exposed himself to me.
Here you can view an individual that emerged out of a dark as pure as Madonna's heart. He entrusted
me with an artifact. An artifact that the NSA/CIA/FBI and the Manatee County Chapter of the Rare Fruit Council International, Inc. immediately confiscated from me. (How do they always seem to know exactly where I am? Couldn't
be the E911 service on my Verizon LG cellphone, could it?) Currently my squadron of ad hoc, per diem and pro bono lawyers are attempting legal means to retrieve this enormously valuable device of extra-terrestrial design and manufacture.
Now I realize that foolish doubters among you may
claim that this incredible image is simply a purposely-out-of-focus photo of a glowing Halloween
skeleton hung on someone's front porch. Friends, do not for an instance believe that.
A couple of raptors are seen scoping out their next meal. There's plenty to
eat in far north Phoenix and these guys have no fear of starvation. They are big
birds, but the barn owls that come out at night, and sound like a bedsheet flappiing
in a stiff breeze when launching themselves off of these same light poles, dwarf them.
Something that, ten years ago, in the Arizona deserts, used to be a common sight. A 'Jack Rabbit'. A hare. These are
different from the worthless bunnies that are smashed by vehicles and transformed into 'flabbits', in that they can run as fast as a pregnant cheetah and sport ears that stick out farther than actor Will Smith's do. Taken at night, with the hare trapped against a fence, look beneath the red dot to see the endangered Jack R. Rabbit.
Using special filters on my camera 'borrowed' from Area 51, you can see the first
ever photo of a serpent(s) from hell. Being it casts, like an evil rainbow, ruinous havoc
in all directions I took the photo and ran like ... well ... Hell. Observe the yellow line
running at a forty five degree angle near the top right of the photo. This is the actual
crack in the Earth's surface that leads to Hell. One of the snakes is seen crawling
away from the camera, the other towards it.
In an extremely rare display of 'transparency' (honesty) the State of Arizona actually
reveals how much they profit from each gallon of gas each driver purchases. Can you
even imagine how much money the state collects from just this single tax?
To see a list of many of the invisible taxes we pay visit:
Mr.Wonderful Talks Taxes
Here we witness the too-common and too-affluent 'scooter-doofus'. Spotted by your Mr.Wonderful squatting on an ill handling pseudo-motorcycle that probably cost more than a two-year old Prius. Note his ball-cap helmet, his steel-toed sandals, his Tom Selleck-style shorts, and his tear-resistant silk shirt. While drawing no
more notice than the crushing of an empty soda can on our rubberized-calmed streets, this dork is certain
to be squashed by one of Scottsdale's many cement mixers, dump trucks, or one of the battalions of mustard-yellow school buses carrying the progeny of north Scottsdale millionaires. However it is excellent that we get these people out
of the gene pool A.S.A.P.
where Mr.Wonderful spied a bee swarm of reporters (whose van-mounted
Jack-in-the-Beanstock-tall antennas literally blocked the light of the afternoon Scottsdale sun),
crowding near his tony Town of Paradise Valley digs. My heart thudding, thinking they had discovered
where I lived, I sped by. Later, I learned they were there to interview high school
officials, and the resident Kevlar-wearing, Scottsdale police officer, about a 
Here you can view an individual that emerged out of a dark as pure as Madonna's heart. He entrusted
me with an artifact. An artifact that the NSA/CIA/FBI and the Manatee County Chapter of the Rare Fruit Council International, Inc. immediately confiscated from me. (How do they always seem to know exactly where I am? Couldn't
be the E911 service on my Verizon LG cellphone, could it?) Currently my squadron of ad hoc, per diem and pro bono lawyers are attempting legal means to retrieve this enormously valuable device of extra-terrestrial design and manufacture.
