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So I was browsing one of those knockoff doll websites looking for some cheapo Witty Winx dolls for customization purposes and I found...
THIS. O_____e
I've never seen Disney Store knockoff dolls before, so I find this extra hard to look at. x____x
A hidden mother in the style I call "The Lump". The little one seems less than thrilled with the process.
Merry Christmas Everyone! Do not be terrified, for I bring tidings of great joy and this MOC! It has been about a month in the making, and it was originally for a Lego ReBrick competition, but the contest closed before I had a chance to finish it. :-( On a good note, though, if they have another one next year, I’ll enter it in that. Anyways, this MOC is an estimated 8-10,000 pieces, has 83 minifigures, and weighs about 20 pounds (or 9.07 kilograms). The buildings are as follows, left to right: Ice Cream Shoppe, Department Store, Coffee Shop and Bakery, 50’s Diner, and The Lego Store. Above the Ice Cream Shoppe and the 50’s Diner are apartments.
The Ice Cream Shoppe was fun to do, but also very similar to the one I did in my Cityscape, which you can find in my portfolio of creations. I got more employees, so now I can do it justice, and there are many citizens still awaiting the frozen treat, even though it is the dead of winter. The second floor is an apartment for a guy that obviously just got out of bed, for he is in his volcano pajamas and his hair is all crazy. It was really fun to design, and my favorite aspect about it is the loft, as it just adds an airy feel to it that I just tend to really like. I also just HAD to add a piano, as that is a big part of my life, and I had to put it somewhere.
The Department Store was a very fun build for me, as I got to use all my sand green! Yay! The inside of the first floor is furniture and the cash register, and it works out nicely in my opinion. My favorite civilian on this floor is the guy in the pink suit, and his gigantic mustache.
The second floor is the toy department and Santa’s Wonderland, with his big chair, a tree, a mailbox for letters to jolly saint nick, and a gingerbread man to welcome you to the place. There are lots of toys on display, and you just have to find one that suits your fancy! My favorite little easter egg is the nasty janitor, and the guy walking away finding him very “interesting”. ;-)
The third floor is all clothing, with mannequins as well as a dressing room. (And I finally found a use for my bacon flag! :-D)
The Coffee Shop and Bakery definitely matches the Christmas theme of the whole model, since it is always warm and cozy inside. The coffee shop portion of it is just the way I wanted it to look in the beginning, as well as the bakery, with all of the goodies and snacks. There is a big group of nurses around the table, probably taking their lunch break. I actually really like how the outside of this one turned out, my favorite aspect of it being the gold peaked spire, as those pieces just lend to it so well, and I couldn’t have asked for any better.
The 50’s Diner was an incredibly enjoyable build, as I have been wanting to do one of these forever, and finally had the chance! I have the jukebox up on the wall, the soda machine on the counter, and the checkerboard floor. Up on the second floor, we have the apartment of a total slob, with his stained shirt, food everywhere, and he’s just sitting on the couch and watching TV, even though he has presents to go buy! Cheapskate. :-P
Last but definitely not least is The Lego Store. This is by far my favorite building in the MOC, as I finally got to build a fully decked-out Lego Store! Needless to say, I was really excited when I saw the opportunity. I have a Pick-and-Build Wall (formerly known as the Pick-a-Brick Wall), boxed sets on the wall, Brickly the dragon/sea serpent slithering his way throughout the place, and a big brick-built helicopter hanging from the ceiling. The Pick-and-Build wall has 60 compartments for all the different pieces, and there is also the trademark red 2x4 brick in the window.
For the park area, I knew that I wanted to do an ice skating rink, as that is fairly common where I live. I also knew that I had to put a sledding/snowboarding hill, as I personally have a blast doing that when we have snow. There is a little stall by the ice rink, and a guy is selling hot chocolate out of it for the people that are getting a little too chilly. The Christmas Tree is the crowning jewel of the MOC, with the presents under it, and the angel on top. I had originally tried stringing it with lights, but that surprisingly turned out looking awful, so I just stuck to keeping it plain after that. My favorite easter eggs in the park are the lady getting pulled away by her dogs, the teen trying to skate and seriously failing, and the guy taking a picture of the tree (there’s always a tourist in every city…).
If you just read all of that, I am really impressed. You deserve an award. Overall, I am extremely happy with this model, and will always remember it. Now I have it for the holidays as a great decoration piece, and could not be more pleased with it. I am planning on bringing it to my LUG’s meeting in January, so if you are in the area, you can stop by and see me and some of my MOCs in person. The meeting is at the Science Center of Iowa in Des Moines, Iowa from 2-4 p.m. on Sunday, January 21st. I hope to see you there! I would appreciate if you would follow me, and as always, please comment and like!
These white-tail deer doe came running about 100-yard yards down the hill, from where they normally go every evening. I've never seen them this terrified, even with a pack of coyote stalking them. I walked back up to where they came from and didn't see the problem.
series: Heart of the City
Detroit, MI
Pressing the handle to the wood framed door, I was terrified as my dad waved me in. I was just a kid, and this was my first haircut. Fred Morris, in his trademark barbers jacket, was finishing up another man's cut, and clack of the hair clippers worried me even after he placed them under the hood of his Clean Ray Ultraviolet Sanitizer. As he brushed the clipped hairs from the man's neck and shoulders, I could hear Ernie Harwell's voice on the AM radio calling the Tigers' game. "Come on over here and have a seat, son," Mr. Morris said. Covering me up to my neck in what looked like a vinyl hospital gown, Fred Morris combed my hair, and the "hummmmm" of the electric clippers passing across my unruly noggin became my favorite sound.
For about the next 15 years, almost every Saturday I would walk from our house on Marlowe over to Fred & Bobbie's Barber Shop on McNichols, and plop down in the red leather chair. The last time I visited Mr. Morris was Saturday, July 18, 1998 - the day I was getting married.
Fast forward to March 2, 2012. I am in the midst of an extended project that I'm calling "Heart of the City", and on my list of people to photograph was Fred Morris. Driving back to this side of town, I wondered, "Is the shop even open anymore?" "Is Mr. Morris still around?" "Maybe I'll just drive by to scout it out, and come back some other day." Seeing the old sign on the window and the glow of fluorescent lights inside, I was both relieved and anxious; but you know how procrastination is. If I don't go on in and do this now, I'll regret missing this chance. As I parked my car, I wondered what I was going to say, and whether Fred Morris would even be willing to have his picture taken.
Pressing the handle to the same wood frame door with 35 year old butterflies in my stomach, Mr. Morris peered over his glasses at me as he scolded the young man in the chair for the way he was caring for his hair. He didn't recognize me, but I was the only unfamiliar element in the room. Nearly everything that I remembered from my childhood was intact, down to the AM radio playing a recorded talk show, the portrait of Isiah Thomas that I used to fantasize would be me someday, scooping a layup against the Celtics, and the wooden "Fred's Wall of Fame" sign on the back wall. Two other barbers were working on this day, and the older gentleman in the second chair was carrying on an animated conversation with Fred and another waiting customer - all just the way I remembered it.
Rather than launching into my spiel, I just sat there and soaked it in, watching Fred Morris turn the young fellow's wild mane into something befitting a distinguished gentleman. Eventually, he glanced up at me again:
"How can I help you today, sir?"
"Ah, yes, I'm here to see you about a haircut. No rush, I'll wait."
The young man paid for his cut and thanked the legendary barber, and the wooden door squeaked and chimed the bell on his way out. As I stood up and removed my hat, revealing my freshly shaved head, Fred Morris gave me his usual welcoming smile, obviously wondering who I was and what I really wanted. Quick, say something.
"So, about that haircut. Mr. Morris, you don't remember me, but about 30 years ago, my dad brought me in here, and you gave me my very first haircut. You cut my hair almost every weekend right up until I got married 14 years ago. Anyway, I do a little photography now, and as a part of a project I'm working on, I wanted to come back and ask if I could take a photograph of my favorite barber. I always respected you as a part of my life growing up, and I'm glad to see that you're still passing it on."
"You know, I thought you looked familiar. Well, of course, sure," he said, brushing off his barbers jacket and straightening his sleeves. After taking a few frames and thanking him for his time, I said my goodbyes and headed for the wood framed door.
"Hey, how is your dad?"
Oh, he's doing fine, sir. I'll tell him you asked about him--"
"Wait, what's this?", he interrupted, noticing that I'd slipped the exact amount of money for a haircut onto his barbers chair when he wasn't looking. "Oh, young man, that's not necessary." "No, it's fine, I want to," I said. "It was worth it, just to come back and say thank you for being here all these years." Mr. Morris' eyes began to well up, as his voice dropped softly. "Thank you, son, that's a nice thing to say..."
The bell chimed faithfully when the old door squeaked open once again, and as I drove toward home, something occurred to me: time travel really is possible...
[I won't be posting frequently from this series, as I'm giving myself at least a year to make a coherent photographic document. But now and then a new one will pop up.]
Yours truly on the Manchester Velodrome..
Picture courtesy of Mrs A (using the "if you take enough, you'll get a few good ones!!" method).
It’s been a while since I’ve done any real kind of street photography so a day out with the Welshot bunch and Mark Scholey wasn’t to be missed. The day was very different for me (and a little terrifying) as one of the challenges was to interact and take a portrait of a complete stranger. The first time I tried it, it was a nightmare but it really was surprising how friendly and open the majority of people are into having their photos taken by a complete stranger.
For more information about Welshot Imaging see:
At the end of the day we even had 20 minutes spare to walk around Afflecks, a place I’ve not been into for around 25 years. For more information about Afflecks see their site:
Last waltz at the Doomsday Ball by Robert Malherbe and Philjames. Oil on linen. Sulman Prize finalist.
When I first saw the art of Philjames I knew I wanted to collaborate with him. In his work, there is an irreverent vision both hilarious and disturbing. Last waltz at the Doomsday Ball depicts a piper nonchalantly playing as civilisation races towards the precipice, says Malberbe.
I've been a fan of Robert's work for a long time, so I was excited when an online fanboy moment turned into this collaboration. Handing over a painting must feel strange, and it's brave. Painting on someone else's beautiful work is terrifying..., says Philjames.
Archibald Prize Exhibition, Art Gallery NSW, Sydney, Australia (Monday 31 July 2017)
Don't let anyone ever tell you you shouldn't shoot into the light. :-) A summer sunset in Telluride, Colorado. On the right you can make out the towns terrifying airstrip. Get the landing wrong on that plateau and you're in for a bumpy ride!
It’s been a while since I’ve done any real kind of street photography so a day out with the Welshot bunch and Mark Scholey wasn’t to be missed. The day was very different for me (and a little terrifying) as one of the challenges was to interact and take a portrait of a complete stranger. The first time I tried it, it was a nightmare but it really was surprising how friendly and open the majority of people are into having their photos taken by a complete stranger.
For more information about Welshot Imaging see:
At the end of the day we even had 20 minutes spare to walk around Afflecks, a place I’ve not been into for around 25 years. For more information about Afflecks see their site:
If you look to the right of the Humpback Whale you can see terrified fish jumping out of the water. When a predator is nearby, the small fish instinctively gather in a dense shoal. This shoal is constantly moving as the vulnerable fish on the outside squeeze inside the "bait ball", thus exposing new fish on the outside that do exactly the same. The result is a tight, swirling ball of small fish that the whale can simply gulp into its enormous mouth. As the whale approaches the bait ball, fish will try to escape at the surface, so sometimes the sea will appear to effervesce with fish. I think this bait ball must have been quite large as the whale has gulped down part of it, but there are still lots of terrified fish in the water to the right. This was photographed off Port MacNeill on the north east coast of Vancouver Island.
This is my dramatic 1940's inspired train track picture. :)
I got to do a really awesome photo-shoot today with Leah. Despite the warm weather, it was actually really fun. :)
"You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?" - Inception (2010)
.....And Fight The Badger Killers !!!!!!!!!
Well after a night of terrifying despair, the world didn't end at midnight, the sky didn't go dark and it didn't rain blood from the heavens........THE FIGHT'S STILL ON !!!!
In fact it's only just beginning, people are angry, people are well informed and people are MOBILISING. Locations are emerging, farmers and shooters are being named and shamed, supermarkets are being put under pressure not to buy milk from farms applying for licenses to kill badgers ( the supermarket Morrisons is backing the cull you might be interested to learn ). Brave and decent people are planning to disrupt the culling with high visibilitly jackets, 1 000 000 candle torches, loud music, megaphones and ( and I quote ) a ' serious attitude ' ! Best of all people are planning to try and rescue and treat as many injured badgers as possible ( there are bound to be hundreds left to die slowly ), all the while videoing what's going on so the world can see what a barbaric shambles it is.
From the excellent and remarkably well informed ' STOP THE CULL ' site :
" The ‘secret’ syndicates behind the badger cull trials in Gloucestershire and Somerset have been identified and can now be revealed.
Both companies have been recently set up with the NFU HQ as their headquarters. ‘Gloscon’ for the Gloucestershire cull and ‘HNV Associates Ltd’ for the Somerset area. These are the ‘companies’ to which Natural England will be issuing licences to kill badgers. These are the people who will be organising the shooters and collecting the money from the farmers and are therefore responsible for the badger cull. "
According to this site the culling won't start till mid-July, don't know how accurate that is though, take a look here to see how you can help :
I'm mad about Burma situation. Not easy to channel anger. This is an apology to only make little more than images, at the moment. EDIT: This should not be mistaken as an unequivocally imploring gesture.
This is terror now, even more than before... Now should be the end of it, the last tremor of a brutal and inept regime. Let's pressure our own governments so that international repercussions now terrify the Burmese leaders, in turn. Hopefully, this will be their doom.
Today Oct. 3, AP:
YANGON, Myanmar - Soldiers announced that they were hunting pro-democracy protesters in Myanmar's largest city Wednesday and the top U.S. diplomat in the country said military police were pulling people out of their homes during the night.
Military vehicles patrolled the streets before dawn with loudspeakers blaring that: "We have photographs. We are going to make arrests!"
Shari Villarosa, the acting U.S. ambassador in Myanmar, said in a telephone interview that people in Yangon were terrified.
EDITs
Please read this this article from the Spiegel, cited by raystronaut:
Terrified we crawl away.
Seen the noise surrounding another day.
As the mist walks its daily trail.
I find life inside the empty void.
It opens itself.
Like the ground for the dead.
I've heard you screech.
Not one instead
Of a darkness that mauls the light.
We've found each other in the abyss.
Yet we still do not notice one another.
I love you.
White-throated Fantail Rhipidura albicollis
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia
The White-throated Fantail (Rhipidura albicollis) is a small passerine bird. It is found in forest, scrub and cultivation across tropical southern Asia from the Himalayas, India and Bangladesh east to Indonesia.The White-throated Fantail lays three eggs in a small cup nest in a tree.
The White-throated Fantail is insectivorous, and often fans its tail as it moves through the undergrowth.
Birds use the same song year after year, with progressively small changes, with the result that the song sounds very different after 4–5 years. The male's call is a valuable tool in detection and identification of the bird, which can often be confused with the White-browed Fantail, R. aureola, where their ranges overlap. R. aureola has light underparts and prominent spots in two rows on the wings. Its call is rather functional, and not as pleasant and aesthetic as that of R. albicollis.
BOX DATE: None
APPROXIMATE RELEASE DATE: 2011
MANUFACTURER: M.G.A.
DOLLS IN PACK: Sorrel, Keelin
BODY TYPE: 2010; pained panties (color varies); bend & snap legs
HEAD MOLD: 2001; parted lips; pierced ears
***The doll on the right is wearing 2012 Picnic at the Park.
PERSONAL FUN FACT: I feel like Sorrel and Keelin are often the "forgotten" Twiins of the Bratz franchise. The older packs, especially the "harder to find ones" like Ciara and Diona, seem to attract all the attention of fellow dolly fanatics. But I rarely if ever see much about the 2011 dolls. For me, I feel quite differently, as this era of Bratz marks the most important time in my dolly history. This was the year I delved back into the world of dolls, after a five year hiatus. I no longer regret taking a break from dolls, even if it was for the wrong reasons (being ashamed, and thinking I needed to "grow up"). Rediscovering my passion for dolls after nearly half a decade of pretending I was "over" them, was one of the best feelings. And to top it off, this was also the last year my dad was alive. So you can imagine how all those emotions mixed together, and why the dolls from around this time frame mean so much to me. I tried to be a doll "snob"...I really did. I thought that being a collector meant having a "refined" taste, and being critical of the "new" stuff. But deep down, that's never who I truly was. I just like dolls...all of them! Despite my claims that Sorrel and Keelin were "cheap" and "inferior" to Twiins packs of the past, I knew all along I coveted them. The spring of 2012 was spent mostly between hospitals and hospices. My dad was very ill, and he insisted on not going home, as he felt he would get sicker without constant medical attention. Most of my life revolved around those daily visits--bringing him things from home, buying him snacks, and hanging out with him at the hospital/hospice. Of course, Dad insisted that Colleen and I carry on with our usual flea market routine that year, without him. I think one of the worst parts of being stuck in bed all day for him was not getting to take part in our adventures. He'd always ask how the flea market was, and if there were any new dolls in stores out I wanted. I'm not sure anymore how it got brought up, but one day at the hospice, I mentioned Sorrel and Keelin to him. Dad insisted that Colleen and I leave and go out to Toys 'R' Us and find the girls. I know it sounds ridiculous, but if you met my dad, you'd understand. I honestly was terrified of driving there...I've always been an intensely anxious driver, and back then I didn't have to drive myself everywhere like these days, so it wasn't as easy to push through. But after Dad's nonstop urging, we decided to go. It was at this Toys 'R' Us that I bought the Sorrel doll on the left and her sister Keelin (pictured separately). We also scored a very out of date Forever Diamondz Sharidan doll who had been presumably found in the stock room. Even though I had finally caved and bought the beautiful 2011 Twiins, my need to be that doll elitist found some things to complain about. I found them to be cheaper quality and I hated their nylon hair. It's sad when I look back on it, because if I had the same attitude then that I do now, the experience would have been so much more fun. But I think in a lot of ways, I was using dolls as an outlet for my negative energy/feeling towards the things going on in my life. In a way, I wasn't really complaining about Sorrel and Keelin, but rather venting that deep down frustration that Dad was sick, and I had accepted within myself silently that we weren't going to have him much longer. I think it's an important life lesson I've taken away in more recent years--dolls are supposed to be fun, they are supposed to make you happy. And when I found things to complain about and to fixate on, I was only hurting myself. It might have felt cathartic in the moment to release that pent up negativity, but not long after, I felt guilty and ashamed for being such a negative Nellie, and for not being more grateful. Nothing in life is ever perfect, no doll, no circumstance, but it really is all about how you choose to perceive it and what you decide to take out of it all. When I look at my beloved Sorrel and Keelin dolls, I think of how much Dad would have loved them if he had gotten to see them in person. I think of all the years they've sat on the top shelf of my display and comforted me when my life was crumbling around me. I think of all the fun I had taking photos with them and seeing them with all my other Twiins packs. And I even relish in the fact that I had a blast fixing their nasty nylon hair, which is now smooth and sleek!
Admittedly, I'm a bit torn between my two sets of Sorrel and Keelin dolls. My first as I said above was purchased right around the time Dad passed away. My other set was a random flea market rescue that I didn't need. The gal on the right and her Keelin counterpart were both part of a scruffy lot of Bratz that originated from a flea market in the fall of 2012. I didn't "need" another set of these dolls, and neither had a stitch of her original clothing. And yet, right away, I felt deeply connected. My heart was broken for these two girls--they were still around in stores, but had already been used, abused, and tossed out. The other dolls from the same lot were in horrifying condition, and none looked as though they really had been loved. Compared to my mint looking set that I cherished deeply, this duo was a sorry sight. So I made it my mission to give them the best lives possible. They've both changed outfits over the years, gotten new jewelry, had their hair done, etc. And I'd say that they've spent more than their fair share of time off display being admired and used for various doll related projects. I no longer see the same Sorrel I once did all those years ago. Instead, when I admire the girls on display, I feel all the love, effort, and time I put into them, and that truly is the most amazing feeling in the world. it doesn't matter that they will never be perfect, that they aren't complete, and that I don't have a "need" for them, because these dolls honestly feel like home!
On this day there were a number of confirmed tornadoes. This storm in particular was continuously tornado warned for hours. I saw lots of rotation, many cool funnels, one tornado roping out, and one "thing" that was probably an unreported rain wrapped tornado. I was mostly following the storm from behind because I got off work late. When I got within a few miles of the tornado near Bayard, I heard on the radio that the tornado was rain wrapped, so I did the safe thing and turned around. Enjoy the sick mammatus clouds! Clock time on the meta-data is wrong.