Your Guaranteed Invitation to the Lint Ball

All my ideas are balled up in my sweaty palm dangled before the cart. I keep on moving, pretending they'll be used in a future art project or story, until found wasting away in the corner like dust bunnies with carrot breath, consumed but ultimately useless.
Attempting to concieve a child through science with my partner, both working 40 hrs+ a week, bombarded by holidays. Pardon the construction as I turn up the heat, the lint tray should pluck out some good sh*t that's been pillaging my brain.

12.26.2007

Favorite Presents From Girlhood


I got my Molly doll when I was nine years old. Molly used to be a sturdy girl who was toughing it out during the depression. Of course, this was back when the Pleasant company was going it alone, and the toys were not dumbed down.
For those who don't know, Pleasant Company was founded in 1986 by Pleasant T. Rowland who used to be an educator and was making dolls for girls with brains.
Unfortunately from the latest catalog the company no longer operates in this manner, since it's affiliation with Mattel or some such crap. Now they have doll 'spas', and hairstyling kits and horrible cheesy movies with lame best friend plotlines, where the girls are no longer resourceful but instead an opportunity for bad set designers to work on their historical portfolios.
I remember when I opened Molly's school set, with her little pencils, and school bag. Now they've got this silly Emily business, I don't know why they have to make every girl get a best friend. It's gay. I mean that literally.


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