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You know what they’re saying in this photo?
“Our parents bought us this big house…and all we get to use is this tiny corner of the playroom! Don’t you feel sorry for us? Don’t you want to adopt us and give us everything we want? You know you do. Call soon.”
Sure, my husband’s home sick, and he’s grumpy because the kids are all over him.
Me, I got a good thing going on. Look what arrived today!
Inks in both bottles and cartridges! Pen porn in the form of a calendar (from the crack supplier, Fountain Pen Hospital)! A new pen! (Hey, you try going shopping for fountain pen ink and resist buying a new pen! I double dare you!)
Simon is covered in chocolate and Darin is covered in Sophia. I’m going to go get covered in some ink.
Mark Morford has a column in today’s SF Chronicle about the new “Secret Spells Barbie,” a toy I hadn’t heard of because Sophia doesn’t watch shows where it would be advertised (yet) and we don’t watch commercials anyhow (gratuitous TiVo plug).
That’s right, it’s Mattel’s latest Wiccan-flavored mutation of the famous and famously obnoxious pneumatic blond dingbat, joining the likes of Barbie Loves Spongebob Squarepants and the Barbie Romance Novel Giftset and Princess of the Portuguese Empire Barbie and Spirit of the Earth Barbie (all genuine items, alas).
(Princess of the Portuguese Empire Barbie?)
When I read this entry I found myself thinking, Man, this is shooting fish in a barrel, but I had to say that I’m kind of happy that Mattel even came up with this idea. Why? Because it means the Fundies don’t control everything yet.
I would, however, recommend running out and buying this doll before the inevitable loud wailing starts and cries for boycotts and Mattel regretfully pulls the product from their shelves.