Monthly Archives: January 2012

God hates figs

Somebody posted this on facebook and I can’t stop laughing. I’ve seen peep art before, but not anti-fig peep art.

Then of course I had to go look for more peep art.


Wigging out in Wasilla: Update

As Sarah continues her downward spiral into the muck of the mocked, her “hair” continues to be her best asset, at least in the sense that it keeps people talking about her. We have all taken turns imagining the dialogue and hissy-fittery that occurs every time her “hair” has to get ready to go on tv. In this episode, we have Sarah’s “hair” trying to get ready for various appearances.

Here is a quick look at Sarah’s own hair last summer, around the time she had “jury duty.”

Things are not improving for Sarah’s hair only a few months later.

Sarah’s hair doctor put in some implants, but they died on Sarah’s toxic Red Bull scalp the way a seedling dies in a drought.

Sarah is waiting for Bristle to bring her wigs.

“I don’t have all day, people. Move it with the flippin’ wigs!”

“I’m going to fire that hair doctor and then destroy his career.”

“What about this one?”

Bristle: “Too blonde. People will think you are dumb.”

“I think blonde is a good color for me. I like this long look.”

Bristle: “You look like a hippie.”

Sarah: “Watch your flippin’ tone, young lady.”

“This one doesn’t have enough hair. Willow took some of my best wigs. She’s up to something.”

“I’m a stunning redhead.”

“Flippin’ Kathy Griffin is a fake redhead.”

Bristle: “This one is pure nylon, mom. Nobody can tell it from your real hair.”

“Where’s my curling iron? Piper better not have stolen it like my water bra. She ruined the flippin’ bra for some science project.”

“This looks just like my real hair.”

“Can’t find my flippin’ Star of David. I’ll just have to go with the Catholics.”

“Lower light. Looking great, I am, you betcha.”

“I think bein’ blonde with some red highlights looks sexy on me.”

“Like my councilwoman look, back there, when I was blonde and the hottest councilwoman.”

Bristle: “Yes mom. Hot.”

Behind the scenes:

Desktop studio.

Sister Perils Cat.

Sister Perils is very interested in Sarah’s “hair.”

Nothing like a pile of fuzzy things.

Let sleeping Perils Cat pictures lie.


This is The Weasel

Perils Cat

Perils Cat and Sister Perils Cat

Sister Perils Cat



It is very stormy at my house, so I’ve been entertaining myself while waiting for football to start. Meet my new Newt.

This is my house

I haven’t been on the Internet much in the last few weeks due to getting through another year of my son’s birthday, the sudden death of my doctor, whom I was quite fond of and who was a great doctor, and the loss of a dear friend I have known for 45 years.  So imagine my surprise when I found out that the passive-aggressive “last word” troll who has been following me around over at IM is still busily trying to get my goat with her childish behavior.  Given that I am busy with food catering for a funeral and generally give Internet bullies a wide berth, I wouldn’t even bother with this post except that I woke up too early, and you guys haven’t had anything new to read here for a while.

Internet bullies are too prevalent now, roaming the “tubes,” in gangs or alone, leaving a putrid trail of nastiness that they are not held accountable for.  Commenting on the Internet has become some kind of war game, with people determined to score points against opponents, even when it destroys all chance of rational discussion or civility. For some, it appears to be a full-time job. Restraint is a foreign concept. Obsessiveness and aggressiveness are the order of the day. And people are so habituated to their aggressive behavior that it gets carried into 3D interactions more and more.  It is pretty sad, and it is the reason that my personal Internet usage has dropped considerably in the last year or so.  The more bile I find on the Internet, the less time I want to spend there. I prefer to focus on humor, and Internet bullies tend to be lacking in that quality. Luckily, they aren’t welcome here.

For those of you patiently waiting for me to fire this blog back up after my holiday break, I’m almost there.  The denizens of PlasticLand have been huddling together in the garage, probably wishing they could hibernate because it has been so cold. We could all use a play day soon.

By the way, if you’ve had too much Internet bile and need something soothing, I recommend On The Way to Critter Farm. Let Roxy soothe your furrowed brow. Let Chester make you laugh.

Wish you were here

Today is my son’s birthday. His father made this video slideshow.

I put this slideshow together with the few digital photos I have. Most of my pictures of Nehemiah are print photos. I am starting the long process of scanning hundreds of them.

Nehemiah Owen McKinsey
Born January 7, 1978
Died May 11, 2009

It is only because of our misunderstanding that we think the person we love no longer exists after they “pass away.”  This is because we are attached to one of the forms, one of the many manifestations of that person. The person we love is still there. He is around us, within us, and smiling at us.
~~~~~~Thich Nhat Hanh

This body is not me; I am not caught in this body, I am life without boundaries, I have never been born and I have never died. Over there the wide ocean and the sky with many galaxies all manifests from the basis of consciousness. Since beginningless time I have always been free. Birth and death are only a door through which we go in and out. Birth and death are only a game of hide and seek. So smile to me and take my hand and wave goodbye. Tomorrow we shall meet again or even before. We will always be meeting again at the true source, always meeting again on the myriad paths of life.
~~~~~~ Sutra “Given to the Dying” from the Anguttara Nikaya

And at the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
~~~~~~T.S. Eliot

Just as a mother would protect with her life her own son, her only son, so one should cultivate an unbounded mind towards all beings and loving kindness towards all the world.
~~~~~~Thich Nhat Hanh 

I am not a bit tamed….I am untranslatable
I depart as air….I shake my locks at the runaway sun.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.

~~~~~~~~~Walt Whitman

And you think I’m weird

In the town where I live, I’m known to be “a bit strange,” as the wife of one of my husband’s co-workers said. But strange is relative and contextual. The trolls who called me bizarre, sick, and crazy have obviously never visited Even though the site is in forum style, which is annoying, I will probably put it on my blogroll just so I have quick access to the pictures. lol.

Go Green Bay!

Will it be finished in time for the party?

I know, hon. Men are pigs.

Nap time


Don’t let it get you down. Have a beer.

I said a beer, not 5 beers.

That bitch Marla said I look fat.

Wow, check out the butt on that pool guy.

Wardrobe malfunction.

I wish the pool guy hadn’t left.

Vitamin D.

Does this make my butt look big?

Zara and her friend.

Road trip!

And lol on this guy’s doll collection:

from the Buy/Sell forum:

“I have a Ruby 13 with tears under arms, in crotch area and at elbow crease. The head is broken at the stem going into the neck. I also have a Lifedoll Milfe with major damage(softer skin),on ankles (one foot completely off), knees and all joints. Tear under right breast. Demolished crotch area. Head in great shape. I have had the dolls a couple of years. Didn’t think I was too rough in my sex play , but I guess I was. Didn’t take much. I don’t have the dolls for posing and dressing up. They stay naked and ready! I am selling both dolls as a package deal for $2000 firm You will pay shipping. They will arrive in one box (The one Ruby 13 came in) I have pictures, but don’t know how to post them. I will try to contact AlexKnight to do that for me”

Have a Perilous New Year