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To littlewalken.tumblr.com

Everything ere has been fun, the support staff has been great in helping me get back in here after my old way of logging in no longer wanted to work.

All so I could tell y'all that I have moved my blog.

Basically I've acepted Xavier's notion that a new year begins on November 1 and I wrote the word NEW in big letters in my new art journal, bought new shoes, and there were several other signs that NEW is the thing I need.

So once again I've moved to littlewalken.tumblr.com 

This blog will stay up because there's no reason I cna see to take it down myself. Don't know how long TypePad will leave it up. They're a great blog, great service, great help, and it's all been free for me which was even better.

Ponderin' stuff

Because I need to decide if I'm following Xaver's calenday and starting the year I turn 40 on Saturday or holding out a few more months and going with the calendar most people follow. 

Missing some of the things I was doing with the art journal, and maybe I should have copied the pages, but in the long run I'll have to be fine. The words ended up in my regular longer deeper in thought typed diary.

le vingtieme siecle la vie electrique is worth looking up for neat art work. 

Started and frogged and started and frogged a scarf, the Midnight yarn if I wonder, and got an idea of what to do with all the Magical yarn I have and perhaps the Midnight too, entrelac if I ferget. 

Just an okay, I guess I'm not going to do that, let's just kick back sort of day.

If I get an ornament for this year I'm leaning towards the If I'm sitting I'm knitting one I saw at Hobby Lobby. I'm the person Chinese take out and french fries ornaments are made for. And I can't remember when we last had a tree.

If I don't find the ornament, or an iPod Classic, the iPad will be fine.

It was a week without complaints

Been around people who if their mouth is opening is complaining? Yeah.

Well, with the OS and photo viewer updates my old camera doesn't quite talk to the computer, I could use a card reader but f**k it. So there aren't any in progress shots, just what I took with the iTouch which will now be my daily general use go to camera.

In short the "art journal" was looking more and more depressing as I went through it and I really wasn't wanting a record of three cars, two car totalling accidents, and one Blarney medicated with Monsters. After all I put the important stuff here and/or in my private diary. Mix with the want to collect story inspiring stuff, the one collage book, and wanting to put in nuggets of wisdom ala a commonplace book and the result it this. Working title Utility Book until I find a meme or something I like.

So I took the art journal and collages apart, putting the scraps in a bin to make paper out of, and got in to other supplies to add other stuff like things I cut out from Fruits books and printed out things and all that fun stuff. 

All this is left over from the stuff I already put in to the book so there are collages to make and pages for entries about stuff I want to remember. I need to put in some good ideas and notes that I took out of the old art journal thing.

You're weird, I like you might be a good title. And it wouldn't be my book if there weren't things that had been torn out of other books.

Some pages might end up with just writing. There are differences between horror and terror and I can't remember if I put that book on my wish list or not because I've sampled so many.

I cut up one of those big books of roses awhile back too but I never really did anything with it. Repressitall when it comes to my attempts to grow roses.

A new year is approaching, depending on whose calendar you follow, so it might be a good time for change.

I'm already missing the quiet time I was having. At the moment there are arbitray rules where I have to put up with one set but other people get to follow others. I'm "wrong" for "taking it that way" and all the usual things that have picked out Kim as the root of all the problems. Thus I don't know what to do when someone truly compliments me or believes I'm a capable adult who has their own thoughts.

They no longer make my iPod

No wonder I was allowed to replace my first Classic with a better Classic for next to nothing a few months ago. Good thing is this should last me a good five years, and the Touch 5 better, so by the time I have to get a new music and video disraction device I'll be able to combine them in to one. Or I could feed some small country for a year. 

I'm sensitive, but I'm not that sensitive. 

But the old one was running great until the battery just wouldn't charge any more. I also got extra points for the condition. If it has no touch screen stick it in a clam shell.

I put the stitching away again, trying to do stuff I can put down because I have a couple more days of dog duty. Hopefully the kids will bring back ink so I can print some more stuff for my scrapbook. That'll give me something to do for five minutes. 

Doll making is still back in the how the hell do I get this started stage. 

Reading up on stuff and taking notes for the commonplace and wondering where that thinks it wants to go. I just can't settle on what I want it to be especially as it's going to be a deep personal mythos thing. 

Finished the 1929 restored Phantom and the Charles Dance mini series. Wondering what I'll watch next.

And so on and so on.

If I didn't mention how hot Charles Dance as the Phantom is

Is there any way I can repay you? 

We'll just imply there is.

something something BATMAN!

Otherwise I messed up my back having to pick up the guts of several pillows and a sleeping bag, they could have made a bigger mess if they tried, so I can't sit comfortably or even reasonably so at my work table. Because of them we don't have any soft furniture either.

You had an ugly couch but I eated it. 

And I'm still on don't let them tear out their stitches watch so I can't lay down. It'll work it's self out like my eventually figuring out how to do what I want to do for my doll making. 

Now it's time for some oven fried crispy things because it's time for oven fried crispy things and I don't do splattery oil frying.

Put your mask back on!

On Phantoms of the Whatever who have nothing to do with Andrew Lloyd Webber because... Winslowwwww! (I have Simon the Red Wiggle doing Music of the Night and The Final Lair somewhere)

And I haven't red the book yet. I started but when I did I wasn't ready to read it, know what I mean.

Starting with Lon Chaney in the 1925, 1927 or 9, Watsman House print. Still trying to untangle everything about it but most people have seen the Eastman House print. I think the 1927 or 9 version is the one they restored but someone put together the 1925 scary less romantic reshoots version. Either way it's public domain on You Tube and cheap rights or public domain DVD sets.

Damn you scary. That should be on his tomb stone. Damn you scary.

Then we go to Claude Rains as the Phantom in 1943. Did they read the book? And all men must wear hats. The very last bit in the movie redeems it. Being the only Claude Rains movie I've ever seen I can't judge his performance fairly. The whole movie sits there like a mid WW2 let's have a bit of romantic escape for those at home perhaps I'll learn something in the commentary. Just remember the very last bit gives it a reason to exist.

Dammit, woman! You stole my hat! (seriously you will find it hard not to yell at this Christine at the end)

 

He's plainly handsome in a non threatening sort of way. And I've only seen the Amazon Women on the Moon take on the Invisible man so I honestly can't judge him by one kind of tight grip on her arm creepy affection but I don't believe you as a mad murdering sort of Phantom. I actually laughed during his version, but not at him. Having come in to it having seen Lisztomania I might always wonder if Fritz Leiber's Liszt was the result of the times it was filmed because he seems like an interesting person to look in to later.

But the 1943 version came up with a plot point that Phantom of the Paradise would be nothing without. I would defer to Swan as the expert on this film, miss you on the board, but this is the one I sing and I own the doll and it gave Daft Punk their look as opposed to just being a couple of shy French guys. 

Another guy who is more intersting than he looks, and I've only seen him in the Phantom of the Paradise, but I want to see more so that's a good thing. 

Now as it turns out the first Phantom I ever saw was the 1990 TV miniseries. The chandeleir scene has come back to me. I have a copy that I am looking forward to watching. 

Charles Dance who went from hot ginger to silver fox. He might be on that Thrones show or something, I didn't take notes as I'm busy taking notes on other things for work.

Come to me. Come to me.

But seeing a good Phantom sets you up for other masked men.

This scene and the Cool Rider song are the ony reasons Grease 2 deserves to exist. 

I could say it's about arranged marriages but if it was she'd be with Elliot Birch. 

Want to play Doctor? Yes. Yes I do Paul.

This one kinf od giggles like Anderson Cooper. Which I'm having withdrawl symptoms of because my TV provider doesn't have Turner channels right now.

Today's plans are more note taking for my commonplace book, dunno if I'll use them for that or something else, and maybe anther layer on the 1/6 doll. The rest of the week is looking like I'll only be able to do stuff I can quickly put down, to watch the dogs and their stitches, so I'll have to plan accordingly.

It's not even the right Chucky movie!

You know when you want to watch a movie that you generally wouldn't but someone you like is in it for five seconds. Nicholas Rowe (Young Sherlock) is in a Chucky movie. Being Schlocktober I saw one was on. Yeah, it wasn't even the right movie.

Not that anything else I would want to watch is on today.

Not like I have a wall of DVDs.

But genrally during my "working time" the TV is on for noise to cover up the more annoying noises going on in the house. Know what I mean. 

DVDs are for sitting down and paying attention watching, or binge watching a few episodes while stitching. 

With the cross stitching put aside "work" has been split between trying again to get something out of the template based 1/6 figure idea and organizing ideas for my commonplace book. That looks like it wants to be a combination of references, ideas, quotes, notes, and other sorts of things that compose that which gives Kim creative ideas and inspired stories, characters, and other things in her personal mythos and interests. Kind of a record of what's going on with me at this time of my life but not in a diary sense. Make sense?

I am a classy, intellegent (spelling aside), well educated woman who happens to say "f**k" a lot.

The movie Peacock with Cillian Murphy was the last movie I saw that made me say "f**k". 

And other things I somehow manage to interweave in strange related ways. 

I've seen enough Grease 2, and read the novelization, to know there's a British accent to go with that bike. Statistics also dictate he can sing and act or sing and dance because the guy in Grease 2 can act and dance but they should have never let him sing. Because I know who it is he's not the best dancer in the world but he acts better than Joey McIntyre. 

I've also never been on a motorcycle in my life. 

Well, I have lots of book samples to check out, best idea ever because I've checked out some terrible books I'd be pissed off if I had bought sight unseen and then there's stuff like Nelly Bly I might not have ever thought about without a sample. I run about 30-40% ending up on my wish list. That's in big Obitsu-Dollzone range and only going higher. 

None of them are teenage vampire son of Greek gods romances. I have Bram Stoker's Dracula, for the sake of reading it, Vlarney the Vampire, and Carmilla. I sarted Dracula before but couldn't get in to it. 

F**k Peacock was good and there's a moment towards the end that just... I wish they'd play that on cable some more.

Xavier tries on his costume

He needs real candy because we're not spending the day out and about worrying the Re Ment is going to fall off of him.

Basically he's the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, created by Roald Dalh who loves kids and portrayed by Robert Helpmann who didn't have any kids but enjoyed their company. 

We will also be close enough to a Mac store to make this a reason to stop by for a few pics. 

I have IOS 8....

The template based figure.

The cross stitch. An inch a day is serious progress on this. 

Gallop faster, I feel the glow in the dark hand of death. I forgot to look last night but I seriously think that the Grim Reaper glows in the dark. 

More cross stitching today, some note taking and planning for a book, same old same old stuff.

Still making choices in NPH's biography and learning something new on each page. 

Gymnasts used to be Bond girls

But Svetlana Boguinskaya might have been the last who you'd believe could sneak up on someone with ninja skills, choke squeeze them do death with her thighs while shooting a machine gun, then seduce James Bond.

 

That's from an exhibition/pro tour which is why she could do that little bit at the end. I have the same routine from a pro competition thing. Still, you have to wonder why you never see Svetlana and Catwoman in the same place at the same time.

And that's why I spent a better part of this century looking for the right body for my Lady Paradise doll because the unflexable factory one she came with just wouldn't do. 

The one in the middle, I don't feel like searching through thousands of pictures. The head is a bit wobbly but she's on a Fashionista 100 poses ball joint knees bod. Before that it was hinge knee and before that the strait knee Tatiana in pink is on. She's flanked by two Pivotals and Morena on the far right has another 100 ball joint. 

I owe them proper costumes and stuff I created over 20 years ago for their back stories. I spent all those years without dolls of them because lack of doll money, no proper face molds, lack of any money, and other things I repress hindered it all. They might have had Teen Skipper Stand ins. 

I had a good ten years with a gymnastics obsession. Stayng up late in 1992 and falling in facsination. 

Well that's what that looks like

Trying out inks and water colors. The Prismas might be drying out. The writing on blue was done while it was wet. This isn't water color paper but that isn't the point. 

And you can totally color with Crayola markers than take a wet brush to them for fun. I forgot I learned to do that back in the 80s but life does that to you.

Xavier figured out what he's going to be for Samhain, he just needs a net. And we're thinking of stopping for a photo shoot on the way where ever from the ear doctor for a variation of his costume. 

The bit of writing I was doing is done. It's not a favorite story, character, or idea, it's really on the downer side of things but it needed to be typed. I have some other things that could use typing but today is about taking it easy from anything I might consider "work". Kind of a do many things for a small amount of time sort of day. I got the cross stitching out and did an hour or so this morning, might do more later. 

I think it's read something or watch something next.

The big dogs are getting fidged and staying the night, the little dogs are mopeing. 

My latest thing I thing:

Young adorable want to eat him up Simon Townshend.

 

Who grew up to be hot Simon Townshend

 

Who grew up to be Simon the reson The Who can't get divorced because who would get custody of him.

 

Still in the discovery phase of his music.

And Xavier discovered Vocaloids which he finds fascinatingly terrifying.

Looking forward to NPH's autobiography with the other ebooks I've yet to read. Just not enough reading time in the day some times.