Freakish dolls: [link]

A blog describes my favorite part:

As for…that's not right that's not even wrong, we point you to her gallery as well for the "Captured and Studied" line of fairy dolls. If they're not cute and under bell jars, they're cute and mounted on a board like a moth. Definitely not Thespia-friendly. You've been warned.

Really. Dolls of tiny fairies about to expire under bell jars - what's not to love?

eta: Her blood-covered Carrie doll: [link]

I've had the day off. It started out badly. I was rushing to do an errand so I could relax for the rest of the day, but I got on the right bus going in the wrong direction. I took it as a sign to start the day over again, got off by my local supermarket, went home, showered, and went back out again and had a better result to the rest of the day. Now, yoga and then back home to cook up a storm.

I know it's not for sale, but I still believe that Matt needs this doll. Just because.

I know it's not for sale, but I still believe that Matt needs this doll. Just because.

I was gonna post that (and I thought of Matt too). Complete with garden gnome!

Those dolls are fantastic!

One of them (two of them?) is a set of conjoined twins commissioned by the Tyra Banks show. That's sort of awesome and, huh?, at the same time.

I told her I'd have to hang up otherwise, and she somehow made it past.

I love this and plan to use it.

My neighbor's daughter did this for a while, so unless the person is downright rude, I am always trying to be nice. Sometimes it's interesting. My peeve comes when I give an answer and it is not satisfactory. Or they will not let me say no to something that I do not wish to answer. My brain goes: "hey! You called Me!" and I look for ways to end the call. I know they have options on their scripts. And I know that some people are very cruel to them. But leave me my freedom of choice while I help you build your brand, k? My information is still (mostly - at least in my head) mine to decide what to do with.

The one time I got frustrated was after the fourth call from a market research company asking for medical information on Iris for a government immunization survey. We do immunize, but they wanted particularly specific intel, and I told them that I had no way to verify they were doing this for the CDC, or even who they were - they couldn't believe I was questioning the source of the survey.

Once, when I was in college, I was woken up on a Saturday morning (at like 10am) by a phone market researcher who wanted to know my thoughts on Tootsie Rolls. There was considerable, "Really? That's like your job? Do they pay you in candy?" on my part, but I did take the survey.

I don't get survey calls any more, because I have only a cell, except for that one push-polling call a year or two ago, done by the guy who'd lost his party primar to an upstart on account of he presumed he was a shoo-in and didn't campaign. I told his people that they were a pile of steaming idiots and not to call me again.

Whoa, okay, here's one way to get startled out of a cranky funk: find out your baby brother is engaged!

find out your baby brother is engaged!

Yay!

I just found out my baby brother is getting divorced - for the second time...

Yay, shrift! Does your brother's intended meet with your approval?

Ouch, tommyrot. And how did I never know you had a baby brother? I knew about your sister and her partner and your sonephews, but never the baby brother.