Friday, July 29, 2011

Fancy feet


This guy's feet have arrived! Now I have 3 sets of "fancy feet" and no time to hook them up. Balthazar is another Soom Sphaler, and he has a cheaper Impldoll body. I have been assured that hot glue shaped to fill any gaps, will make the Impl legs compatible with the Sphaler dragon legs. After next Wednesday, I'll sit and take a look at how it all works. Here are the feet:


Aaand here are his hands! (he needs a manicure).

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Bad cats


No cats are supposed to be on the table, ever. But the old workbench used to be in this exact spot, and the cat brain is tiny. And it's too hot to fuss about it. And he's pretty darn cute there.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Haunts, again




K has some friends that lived in a haunted apartment in Philly. Derek, and yes, Shaggy shared an apartment, so it seems inevitable they would have a ghost :0. Anyway, they kept hearing noises at night. Little scufflings and shufflings, not like rats (all too common in Philly). They were somewhat chemically enhanced while they were "at home" so they never investigated..until one of the ghosts stole Derek's comforter. (K said "Presumably so that the ghosts could cut eyeholes out of it and put it over their heads and float around). That was a bridge too far, so Derek armed himself with a baseball bat and went up the attic stairs. He reached the top of the stairs, kicked open the door..and screamed. The two crack addicts bunked down in Derek's comforter there also screamed, jumped up and raced for the door, past Derek and down the stairs, and out into the street. (I presume Shaggy downstairs was screaming too, but K didn't know.) Derek got the lock fixed on the apartment and that seemed to have been enough to exorcise the ghosts.

"Darn kids, if it hadn't been for that comforter, we'd still be in there!".

Again, no picture of this, so I will put up my own resident ghost, Ellis. Ellis is an imaginary Kabuki ghost, wearing a variant of Hero makeup. Actually he's a Fairyland Vamp Moon, and quite yellowed, though neither he nor I care. He was painted up by Laura Buff.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Atlantic City




J and I went to Atlantic City Sunday. Not to gamble, but to go to an anniversary dinner at Carmine's, which is part of the Tropicana Casino/Mall. The mall is like Disneyland, with an indoor courtyard and a painted ceiling made to look just like the twilight outside, a fountain, and outside Cuba Libre, a big statue of Lenin,( who would no doubt hate the fact he was now a Capitalist Tool.) There is also an awesome ceiling as you go out towards the casino: a steampunk version of palm-leaf ceiling fans, about 50 all arrayed together, turning slowly. I haven't seen a casino since the 1960's, and the modern one was a grave disappointment. It looked like a New Jersey scratch-off lotto card, with lights. Slot machines no longer take or deliver coins. Everyone looks like a Hooter's customer. I did see a mermaid, though--she was wearing a tail and a bra of turquoise sequins and was talking languidly with a handsome young man, which seemed in character. I assume two big guys carry her from place to place. Outside was nicer; a real sunset, a fine wooden boardwalk, black-capped terns soaring about, beautiful dune grass and a fine mist and a pearl-grey ocean. (The boardwalk gets noticably rougher when the sun goes down). We walked as far as the convention center before it got really dark and we decided it was time to go. I do want the convention center for my supervillain lair, though--art deco in front, airship hanger in the back.

Because of pickpockets, I didn't bring my camera, but I wished I had. Instead here is a photo of the purple coneflowers we stuck a couple of days ago in the backyard.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Citrine


it's hot enough to make a doll cranky, though I shouldn't complain--I have enough AC to not be miserable. Mostly it's everything outside that is cranky, and tomorrow I need to get up early enough to paint the back steps before it's hot enough I can't spread the paint. I was having a little bit of that problem inside doing trim, and had to put the can in the fridge for a couple of minutes.

Citrine is a Luts Lishe and painted by Laura Buff, and someday will have more than one dress and the loaner kimono.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Vultures


I went out in the backyard this morning to look for the cat, since he missed breakfast. I saw something that looked like a wild turkey sitting in the meadow next door, and walked over to see it was in fact a turkey vulture, eating half a squirrel. I know who ate the first half, and later the grey cat showed up for lunch. The Vultures are as big as turkeys, and go "fwap, fwap" when they fly. They also grumble--they grumbled at me when I walked up to see what they were eating, and they didn't look like they would share. They are used to people, they like to sit on a house a block from mine. It looks like the owner would pay to have vultures sit on the roof, they look so perfect. (You have to click on the small image to get the larger view of the vultures).

Monday, July 18, 2011

Denzel


Denzel is a doll that Iplehouse put out a year or so ago. In his first incarnation, he was a suave black guy with a pencil mustache. Now he has been reissued in a more Asian shade of Realskin, and is now perfect for a webcomic character of mine (including the guyliner) Mine will have normal brown eyes, though.

I've been expecting Iplehouse to eventually make the doll I had in mind, because they kept coming so close, but with the wrong nose tip, or lips too thin, or looking too serious. (This character is not all that serious in appearance). This is the first (and possibly the only) time I have enough free money to buy a doll directly from a company, so I was stupidly excited to click my way through their shopping cart and payPal. It turns out to be as easy to buy from them as it is from PC Connection, and about the same price as if I had wanted a new computer. This is probably not something I should have learned. ;) Shipping was a big deal, though--so if I do this again, I will order for some other people as well and split the shipping. Now comes the 45 day wait plus 10 for customs and shipping.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Sequins


Like bobbles, sequins mean a party. Cathy Cara made this dress, and Raveena the Iplehouse Yur is modelling it--it has little gold silk ribbons in the back.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Table Biter

I've been busy trying to get the house ready for Friday's re-assessment. So far the biggest headache has been the old metal windows. I put putty on them yesterday since they leaked Friday in the downpour we had (the basement flooded a little, and one basement window looked like an aquarium and had to be bailed out). Applying putty requires digging out a handful of Dap33 glazing out of the tub and hand-rolling it into a greasy, disgusting snake, and then pressing it around the edges of the glass. Metal frame windows don't use glazier's points, but something like a mutant paperclip. I haven't figured out how to set those correctly so the newest pane may pop out if someone kicks it, so I am hoping no one does.




K went to a couple of parties on Saturday night. The second one was a graduation party with a pirate theme, with a ton of friends and family. K was put out that the invitation did not specify pirate dress, as K owns a splendid pirate hat. The guests included small children. One toddler had trouble helping himself to the hot dog buns (K said he was mangling it with his fingers) so after some hesitation K offered to pull a new one out for him, but he shook his head and stuffed bits of the bun in his mouth. Later K saw him biting the edge of one of the tables, and K advised the next person who came up to the table not to touch it, as it had "serious kid cooties." K felt that the table biting improved neither the table nor the child. I suspect teething.

A friend sent me a doll. It was supposed to be just a body, but when I opened the box there was the complete doll and clothes and eyes. So of course he is now sitting on the bureau, smirking, since I didn't use him for another head I have. He's a Dollmore Huey Lewis, and yes, he's named after the singer. I have no clear recollection of what the real HL looks like, but I suspect there isn't much resemblance. Huey is a good-looking doll, though.