Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

Now For the Good News


   Guess who? She was the only likable character in Game of Thrones. She looks like a Gwendoline Christie. I love her. Now they just have to bring Eddie Munson back from the dead, and I'll try to be a good girl. 🤞 I love the latest Skelita. I wonder if there will be more Wednesday dolls. I like the gorgon boy, I'd buy him unless they give him tits. Sick of that. I saw Morticia and the Hocus Pocus witches at the doll show. Ron keeps trying to replace Colonel Klink as the principal of Monster High. That's not happening. I might make a Gwen doll. She's so fabulous. Speaking of fab, Patsy Stone is Grandmama. 🤣 



Thursday, April 17, 2025

From The Mallen Lot


   I try to make the best of things. Best thing about being without electricity due to the WIND the past couple of days is I quit drinking as it was turning me into Mummy. Second best thing is that I finished Catherine Cookson's Mallen series. It was so good. I've got a lot of quotes to share from The Mallen Lot. Catherine did not drink as her mother was an alcoholic. Funny that I'm finishing The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte' and Brooke Shields's There Was a Little Girl too as they are both about alcoholics. 


"Ruthie had a saying that God was good and the devil wasn't bad to his own. Well the devil she knew and the devil he knew must be running two different establishments because the gentleman over there had been less than kind" 

"How was it that no mistress, and not even the prospect of a wife, a beloved wife, could fill the void in a man who had craved mother love all his life?'

"The world had been created by a madman; God was a madman; no reasonable thing or power would create torture for no purpose. The experiences of the past months, the chaos in which the world was drowning was not, to his mind, the result of either a country's greed, or the ambition of nations; politicians of their own volition could not, he reasoned now, create such havoc, for the human mind could and would think, dissect, reason and then act in the end to preserve its own survival. No, there was a malevolent power, a mad God playing with the universe, and he was so powerful, so indiscriminate he directed his attention equally to families as to nations; he inflicted special torture..." 

"And from then, daily, without let up, she had prayed that something would happen to that sperm of hell, because that's all she was, that's all she had ever been, she had come from a hell raiser, and a line of hell raisers, and she had been a she-devil ever since."

"no one actually pitied Lawrence, for you couuldn't pity someone, no matter how mentally crippled, who continually emanated happiness; in fact the wise among them envied him his state." 

"Love is a terrible thing, Dan. No one should ever say that love is beautiful, it's a crucifixion."

"There was something building up inside her that was frightening her. It had been growing with the years, but since Christmas it had become like a great live thing gnawing at the inside of both her body and mind, and she was afraid of it, afraid that something would happen to cause it to break out."

"Well, he's dead, and as I see it there's nothing so dead as death; it's final, it's finished. And I'm as much against those who spend the rest of their lives weeping over the dead as I'm against those who make saints out of sinners once they are dead." 

"She was born to create trouble; as sure as the sparks fly upwards. Some people are made like that. Barbara was poison to everyone she touched." 


  I also have two more musical satires like Fanging with Claude in mind: DOC (Doc Holliday) and IKE (Eisenhower). I might've found my niche. Both will likely begin with cover portraits, we'll see... TTYL... ✨



Sunday, March 9, 2025

Led Zeppelin - In My Time of Dying - 1975 Earls Court


  Always my fav Zeppelin. No fucks for anybody that says it takes four dudes to match the unmatchable magical Jimmy Page. ✨💖✨

Sunday, March 2, 2025

Brando & Elvis were Native American


   Beginning to get more than a little pissy about the fact that I'm claiming Brando and Elvis way more Native American than Fauxcohontas, Yall. 😠 Alright, this picture was in the restroom of Anthony's Coal Fired Pizza, and Ron is trying to claim him as a guinea. Not happening. Spare me, "hillbillies" from Ohio. 💕💖💕 Who else had more than his fair share of Indian? Jimi Hendrix! 🌈💗🌈

Thursday, February 20, 2025

Quotes from Bronte and Cookson


   Binge reading, trying to catch up with the ones I've been reading the longest. Spring cleaning is also coming early this year, so the doll soaps are iffy; they make a huge mess. Frankie doesn't make that any easier. These are from Anne Bronte's The Tenant of Wildfell Hall and Catherine Cookson's The Mallen Lot, finally getting close to finishing that trilogy that is so good. I was disappointed not to find any of her books at the library sale. 

  "Keep both heart and hand in your possession, till you see good reason to part with them; and if such an occasion should never present itself, comfort your mind with this reflection: that, though in single life your joys may not be many, your sorrows, at least will not be more than you can bear." Anne Bronte

  "The conception of children is not dependent on love...." Catherine Cookson

Friday, February 14, 2025

Frankie's First Valentine's Day


   Frankie is a wonderful valentine. I woke up with him snuggled against my chest. He loves his new love bug, catnip mouse, and wand. I think I want to make him a wand for Mardi Gras. He's definitely getting Greenies for Saint Patrick's Day. He has tuna breath. I really wish that the damn' Pawrade would stop tempting me with puppies in Missouri. That is not what I signed up for. I have SPAMMED them, but continue to be tempted by puppies that I want only to be surprised that they are across the country and thousands upon thousands of dollars. 🙁 I did not find Frankie there. A wonderful lady listed him on Adopt A Pet. They are affiliated with Pet-Smart. I suppose we'll find our puppy there too, a brother for Frankie. We had agreed upon a Jack Russell when we got Shiner; we want an Italian Greyhound now, Ron says two, Shushy and Woo. They are very hard to come by in this area. There must be tracks in Missouri and Florida as Pawrade keeps rubbing puppies in my face. Well, Frankie is enough. We 💓 him. He's such a character. Happy Valentine's Day! 💕💖💕

Tuesday, February 11, 2025

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Friday, October 25, 2024

Ten Days


   I dreamed of a woman and an apartment, but I was too tired to scribble down details that have been forgotten. The last ten days have felt like a couple of months. I've always had strange relatations with time and money. I've never given them the attention. Honestly, I don't really believe in either of them. They are both man made concepts designed to keep me in line. I prefer to whirl in circles. It's a good thing too because I'm still not allowed to eat or sleep. Sir Frankie Crisp looks wild, but he's only yawning. I have yet to hear him growl or hiss. He purrs incessantly. This morning he was at my desk trying to fish my pendulum from the velvet bag. I was tired so shut him out like I used to do to Shiner when he would attack me for moving. Then I heard a pounding at my door, not a scratching, not a rapping, a pounding. When I got up the metal bathtub plug was outside my door. He was using it as a knocker. He is up to three meals a day now plus treats. I will not let him get fat, but I think he has grown in the four days we've had him. Sympathy and I are not friends. Mummy called me cold hearted, but sympathy only ever made me feel worse. I do appreciate the cards though. All the LOVE from the bottom of my cold black broken heart. 

Friday, September 13, 2024

Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona (Royal Shakespeare Company)


Making it through the week with free Marquee TV. How did I miss this? Thought I read and saw all of Shakespeare's plays at this point. Wrong again. It's so cute. 

From The Black Death

   "usury and all commercial ventures were suspect because they assumed control over the future, a mortgage of time which was reserved...