Monthly Archives: April 2012

Just for fun

I was posting this picture elsewhere and thought I may as well post it here too.  It is buried somewhere in one of my halloween posts.


Hey, look what I found!

I don’t get many of these.  This trolly poly thinks that fame, money, and adulation are the cat’s meow.  All Hail Celebriwhority. The true definition of success. Feel free to butt this troll off the bridge.

at the end of the day, and no matter if she doesn’t do anything else this supposed idiot has gone from a little town in Alaska to fame, riches and adulation-an astonishing achievement. Whilst you and the people who comment at your very odd obsession are nobodies from nowhere who will live an die in utter obscurity and relative poverty. I can see who has had the last laugh.

Cheesecake Nikki

You didn’t think I’d pass this one up, did you?

Slowing to a trickle

I’m having a hard time being interested in the screechy one or her spawn.  I could say it is spring, but the reality is that I’m just not into that badly dressed nutcake and at some level I resent her intrusion into my life.  That said, I do have a few things I’m planning, but I’m making a big focus shift this summer to a new blog that probably won’t interest most of you. It’s about multiple sclerosis, which my best friend has. No horribly coiffed, inappropriately dressed drama queens. Just information and community.

I just don’t want you to hold your breath around here waiting for Palin silliness. There just won’t be that much of it anymore. Never say never, because the nitwit is bound to make some kind of spectacle of herself during the ongoing election season, and her spawn is busily pretending to be a blogger and pretending to try marriage. I know, I know, so much stupid, so little give-a-shit.

I will continue to do random PlasticLand posts, and the Palin posts will be partly driven by the odd things my purchasing department sends. Such as the lamps I got today that look like part of Sarah’s Wal-Mart decor in her studio. Gotta hide that electrical outlet ya know.

Anyway…you can grab a fix by browsing the archives (ALL of my posts are listed in the Recent Posts list), or you can just subscribe and then you will get an email if I actually do something.

Spring break in PlasticLand

My itinerary for this year’s spring break trip was Eureka Dunes, Death Valley, Tucson, and a train ride home. A small number of PlasticLand citizens went on the trip up through the Death Valley portion. Only One-arm barbie made the entire trip.

Off pavement somewhere near the Nevada/California border.

Aha! Important junction just outside the HUGE “town” of Oasis. Here is our road to Eureka Dunes.

Yup. Real sign.

Should we be worried? Hell no!

Told ya. Smooth sailing.

High winds warn us about the coming storm.

Almost to our first stop.  Blowing dust obscures the mountains.

Perils Dog checks out the campsite.

Perils Dog temporarily retreats to the wind-free comfort of the tent.

The dunes await the coming storm.

Perils Dog enjoys the last sunny lull before the storm.

The next batch of wind brings the clouds.

Perils Husband watches the approaching storm in front of the lovely Last Chance Range. Denizens of PlasticLand stayed snug in the truck.

After a crazy night of big wind and dumping rain, we awake to a surprise.

Perils Husband was just hiking up there the previous afternoon.

Post-storm sunrise.

Sources say this is the first precipitation at Eureka Dunes in 16 months. The desert rejoices.

Notice the dark bands of moisture below the tops of the dunes. A rare sight indeed.

I had planned to climb the dunes again this year, because I didn’t climb them the last time we were here, but fierce winds on our full day there made it a bad climbing day. No time this morning before we leave. Next time.

Perils Dog wants to know the itinerary for today.

Leaving Eureka Dunes on our way to Death Valley. The dunes are now part of the park, but not in Death Valley itself.

Few will see this rare sight in Eureka Valley.

We drive over the Last Chance Range and into northern Death Valley. This view is across the valley to the east, as we drive down from the pass.

We stop at Furnace Creek oasis for beer, ice, and last phone calls.

On to Warm Spring.

Warm weather and calm winds bring out the gang.

Some of Manson’s followers used to visit Warm Spring.

There is no Manson in PlasticLand. If one showed up, Paul would warn the land with his ring ring blam blam.

The day warms up.

Paul loves parties.

One-arm is having a great trip.

So is Perils Dog. It’s time to head for the next campsite. Get in the truck, Perils Dog! Off to Greenwater Valley. It is a gentler valley to the east of Death Valley, also in the park.

We camp at what is left of the old mining town of Kuntz.

All that is left are a few remnants of rock huts and a lot of broken bottles and rusty cans.

Redhead stops her bike to look at the remains of this building.

She thinks about the prospectors and what they did at the ends of long days.

Given the large number of bottles scattered across the landscape, Redhead decides they must have finished their days with whiskey.

One-arm decides to take a walk to look at the view.


One-arm checks out the view.

She can see the campsite from her rock.

Onward and upward.

The view awaits.

There is the top of the hill.

One-arm is in good shape from doing gymnastics.

Greenwater Valley is a quiet place, full of ghosts.

Time to head back to camp.

Catching the view with Redhead back at camp.

The temperature drops as the sun dips toward the mountains.

Everybody is back at camp.

Somebody should start dinner but everybody is having too much fun.

One-arm tells her friends about the view up the hill.

Somebody feed the damn dog.

Maybe KO lost his job because he forgot to mention that he was spending the week in the desert.

Ring the bell when dinner is ready.

Hey ladies, what should we do tomorrow?

It doesn’t look like anybody is fixing dinner until after the sunset.

Okay, can we eat now?

A sunny morning confirms the warming trend.

Soaking up rays.

Everybody has plans for a sunny day.

Are there any leftover bagels?

That cheese would be just fine if the bagels are gone.

After a long day in the sun, the gang gathers for a group shot.

Most of them are heading home tomorrow.


All but One-arm went home the next day with Perils Dog and Perils Husband. One-arm continued on to Tucson, where she waited…

Freed from her hiding place after a long visit in Tucson, One-arm waits in a chair at Union Station in LA. After a long overnight train ride from Tucson, she is anxious to see the sights.

Enjoying the Union Station courtyard on a rainy morning.

Heading out on the Coast Starlight with a well-deserved cup of coffee.

So much to see…

One-arm gets thirsty.

Luckily she brought the cooler. Drinks are expensive on the train.

More to see…

Thirsty again.

The train is running out of good beer.

California is a big state.

It goes on and on…

Thirsty again…

Sunset on the train.

Evening descends. Still many hours to go.

3am. Almost there.

Yay! Time to catch a few hours of sleep in the motel before the 3 hour drive home.

Spring Greeting

Flowers don’t stop blooming just because you aren’t there to see them. This is what greeted me when I came home.



I’m back home from my long and lovely vacation, but I am swamped with dirty house, dirty laundry, overgrown yard, empty fridge, and too many pictures to process. It will likely be a couple more days before I can post pictures from my trip. Here are a couple of sample pictures to tide you over.

One-arm barbie got the preferred traveling spot on this trip.

Paul and friends relax in the desert.