Watcha Doin?

Oh, I have posted in a while? Let me fill you in:

Pepe' the Pepto Bismol Pink Monkey:

Yoric the Dragon I Knew Well:

The Thing:

The Hulk:

Sally the Scarecrow/Doll/Zombie/I Don't Even Know What:

Zero the Cutest Dead Dog Ever (Sorry, Scraps):

Jack the Pumpkin King:

Now, if all the voices in my head could maybe back the freak off, I could maybe find time to study for my finals?
Yeah, I didn't keep a straight face either.

Who The Hell Is That Supposed To Be? Pt 3

It never end does it? Usually, it's just people over the age of fifteen who can't figure out what it is I've made, but recently it was an honest to goodness child who couldn't figure it out. So, who's up for another round of your favorite fake game show and mine:

Who the Hell is That Supposed to Be?

The rules are simple: I'll show you a picture of my latest creation, then I'll pretend I'm you and post your best guesses, at the end, after you have failed miserably to figure it our I will shove the answer down your throat, so let's begin!

 

First up, the doll:

 

 

Aa~nd now the guesses:

 

 

This one's easy! It's Sleeping Beauty!

Nope.

What do you mean "Nope"?

I mean no. It's not Sleeping Beauty.

But her dress is pink!

Lots of dresses are pink.

But!

No. Shut up. You're wrong. Next contestant!

 

It's Odette from The Swan Princess!

 



 Nope.

But she's blonde!

I'm sorry?

She's blonde! That means she's it!

Nope.

But!

Stop arguing with me I actually know the answer!

I will sue you.

For WHAT?

Lying.

If I give you a consolation prize for knowing the Swan Princess' name will you go away peacefully?

Sure. What is it?

I don't have security drag you out and ban you from this blog.

But!

Go. Now. NEXT!

 

You sly little geek, I know exactly who it is!

You do?

Duh! It's Princess Peach!

Wait. Really?

I got it right, didn't I?

Well...

So what's the prize?

There isn't one.

Why not?

Mostly because you're wrong.

Um, excuse me?

You're excused, please leave the imaginary platform and exit out the back.

But!

No. There are no buts. There is only an answer and Yours. Was. Wrong. Good day.

B-

I said good day! Are there any other contestants? There are? Do we have to see them today? Are you sure? Fine. NEXT!

 

Hi, my name is Tiffany McWrongalot and I just wanted to say how totally awesome it is-

Please just guess.

But I had a whole like, spiel and junk.

Don't care. Just guess.

But!

NEXT!

It's Princess Eilonwy!

Wait. Who?

You know, this girl:

Whoa. Is that the girl from the Black Cauldron?

Totes.

Excuse me?

Yes. It is.

Is that an ear piece?

A What?

You're cheating aren't you?

I don't-

I can see the headset.

But!

Ok. Enough. Game Over. It's Cinderella guys:

I hear grumbles about how totally unfair I am. I'll address those now. It's Cinderella in her mother's dress. See?



Now be gone. All of you. We're never playing this game again. Unless I say so.



Nananananana PAC MAN!



In a city of mazes...

menaced by a puck-shaped ...

eating ...

menace...

Five ghosts must overcome their fear of fruit...

And join together...

To

Save

The

World

 

Wait. What do you mean that's not the plot of Pac Man? Then what are the ghosts for? They're the bad guys? There's only four of them?
Well this is awkward...
Um...

Nerd Gathering Anyone?

So, as you've probably figured out from Twitter, I've found a somewhat better way to sell my dolls that in no way involves my backpack (unless I choose to make it so). That's right everybody! I am now vending! At conventions! With nerds! And Stuff!
Ok, so here's how that came about:
I went to DRAGONCON (more about that wonderful, exciting, nerdtastic, awesomeness later) and I was just so flawed at how excited I (and everyone else) was at all the stuff that was everywhere. I wanted all of it, but my funds were limited and everything was expensive.
Then I went to the artist room. The rooms were lined with a lo of really expensive art, but if you looked closely at a few of the pictures at the booths there were a lot of $1-$10 prints.
Needless to say, I bought a lot of art.
A
Lot
It was so cool to come home and actually have souvenirs from my trip that I decided that I wanted to be that person with a table full of really cool reasonably priced items. Thus, I sent a message to a friend of mine who runs an Airship (just google Steampunk, ok? Please?) and we worked out a deal so that I could join their vending table.

Then this thing happened.
This thing that happens to a lot of people after they attend large conventions.
This thing that is feared in all of the nerd world.
This thing called ConCrud.
Guys, I spent an entire weekend curled in a ball, wishing my nose would just run away so I could stop blowing it all the time.
However! I am never to cease productivity and during that time I managed to make about 13 keychains, all of which have been packed up and sent to Pensacola for the weekend. Here's a picture of them:

They're very happy to be in a small-giant dogpile

 

Note from the future: This was an awesome idea 

 

M is for Marriage

Guess what guys?
I'm taking Microeconomics this semester.

Guess what that means?
I'm procrastinating!

Yes, that's right! THERE WILL ACTUALLY BE BLOG POSTS AGAIN!

So, let's begin:

I have a friend who is getting married in a few days. I'm very happy for her and I wanted to give her a gift. The things is, wedding gifts are kind of expensive (China, cookware, formal napkins, bizarre things I've never actually seen anyone use...), so I decided to throw together a few things I thought she would like. I gave her a really pretty candle, some bath salts (not the zombie kind) and, you know, fancy toiletries. I still felt that it was missing something though, so I added my own personal touch.
I added the bride and groom.

Aren't they cute?



Now, if you've been reading this blog for any ammount of time then you know that there's always something about a doll that I have to share. There are two dolls, so there are two things I have to share.
Let's start with the groom!
My friend's groom-to-be is bald (by choice!) and well...

His doll looked like Charlie Brown in a suit.
If I had a picture I would share it. Unfortunately I don't, but just cover his little top hat with your finger and you'll see what I mean.

Now let's pick on the bride!
Actually, I can't pick on the bride because look at her! She looks fantastic! (Which is what you should always say about the bride on her wedding day, just so we're clear on these things) I can however give you a litte peep at something that makes me giggle:

That's right. She has blue shoes.



For the record, I did not intend to give her "something blue" when I made this doll. I was just stalking her wedding board on Pinterest and I saw that she had pinned blue shoes (she has a peacock theme going on). She and her fiance love their dolls though and I don't mind in the least that I used all of my white yarn on that wedding dress. Now, because I feel very much like I am about to ramble, I am going to end this blog post with a very sincere wish that these two will face their oncoming trials (the most recent of which is to sell a kitten named Rupert) together and that there marriage is not only happy but long.

Best Wishes You Two.

Who The Hell Is That Supposed To Be? Pt. 2

Well, if you've been following me on Twitter then you probably know that I'm having costume problems.
I hate costume problems.
So in order to distract myself from these problems I've decided that we should play my favorite game and yours...

Who The Hell Is That Supposed to Be?
(Applause!)

Alright our newest contestant is a bob wearing girl from the land of fantasy give it up for...

No one? Not even a clue? Come on, she's trademarked!

No?

Fine.

Like many ladies of her time, this little gal can sing! Do I have any guesses? Yes, you in the back?

Is it, Veronica?
Wait, Veronica the girl from Archie that it's impossible to find a stand-alone picture of on Google? That Veronica? You know, this girl?

Yes? Well, no. That is incorrect.
Alright, now you in the back? Yes? You think it's who? Can she even sing? You think that's her voice in the theme song? Well alright.

No, I'm sorry it is not Buttercup from the Powerpuff girls.

Is it Lucy from Peanuts?

Wow, even she looks a little dissapointed in your answer...
Alright, this is your last guess and as an added bonus we'll  date her a bit, ok? Our girl comes from the 1930s

Is it.... Betty Boop?

Uh, yeah, no.
I guess maybe if we'd laid the poor doll down in a coffin this might have been a bit easier.

See? It's Snow White! See it? See it? No? Really? Get off my blog.

Who The Hell Is That Supposed To Be? Pt. 1

(WARNING: This blog post is going to be mildly racially insensitive. Deal with it.)

So, I spent the better part of my summer working on the same doll. She wasn't a particularly challenging doll. She wasn't even very original (see last blog post where I explained that violating trademarks is really the only way to go). She was, however, very hard to name.
Here's a picture of the doll:

 Now, apparently, if you're a member of my family or a friend of mine you don't have a clue who this is supposed to be. In fact, you haven't even figured out that the doll is Asian yet (I blame the button eyes, they remove the squint). Now that you've established that the doll is in fact Asian you're really confused. You're going through every Asian trademarked entity you can think of.

Is it Po?

Nah, Po has green eyes...

Is it Katara?

No hair loopies...

I got it! It's Hello Kitty!

Wait a minute... Hello Kitty's Asian????

Sadly, at this point you have realized that you've exhausted your socially acceptable claims to Asian knowledge. You are absolutely not going to admit to knowing anything about anime for fear of being labeled a social outcast. I don't blame you. You see, a mere Internet game is not worth coming out of the closet for, but I will say that in time you will emerge you beautiful butterfly you.





However, in the interest of not outing you before you're ready I am going to politely point out (fortheFIFTHTIME) that the doll that you see pictured above is none other than China/Disney's own Mulan.



Say what?

Oh, so you like everyone else of my acquaintance is unable to remember the first part of the movie in which Mulan meets the Matchmaker, destroys her chances of ever marrying a respectable man (snerk), sings a depressing song about being an embarrassment, hacks off half her hair and decides to join the army? Let me refresh your memory, during that time she was dressed like this:

I forgive you though, because after thinking about it I realized that you were all too busy worrying about Grandma's sanity as she ran into traffic. Totally acceptable. Almost.