Wither Crockett!

Or, We Just Bought A House!  Apologies for not being present this past three months!  You can always visit me on Twitter or Facebook, upon which I scribble daily.

I’m so excited… at long last, a dream come true. I can’t paint and decorate till my head explodes!  Sure there are many benefits to home ownership, but being able to paint the hallway shocking pink is at the tip top of my list!

The house, originally sold for $3990 in 1926, was a company house for the workers of the C&H Sugar Factory, the main employer in the tiny town of Crockett.  A family room has since been added on the back, and a bonus room finished out in the basement/garage. The garden has been lovingly tended, sculpted and terraced. It has a brick patio with a Monkey Ball Tree that turns deep red in the fall before losing its leaves.

My father & Uncle tell me that my Great Uncle, Dick Prince, was a chemist for C&H back in the day and lived on the other side of town. So we have cousins who grew up here as well.

So here it is, the new Château Blastmilk! We’ll be gettin’ the keys in a week or two!

1927, Then…

Tenney Terrace: 1927!

And Now… 2010!

1926 House in Crockett

View: Lots more pictures on Flickr!

About: Crockett, California on Wikipedia:

Crockett is located on the Mexican land grant Rancho El Pinole made to Ygnacio Martinez, and is named after Joseph B. Crockett, a judge on the California Supreme Court.[1] The town started when Thomas Edwards Sr. bought the land from Judge Crockett in 1867.[1] Edwards built his home and established a company town for the C&H Sugar company.[1]

Crocketville post office was established in 1883, and the name was changed to Crockett later that year.[1]

Article: Article on Crockett, The Chronicle, August 2008

Happy Sixth Birthday Biscuit!

Biscuit turned 6 this week! He was mine & Mr. Kallisti’s first baby together. He broke my heart the first time he gave me a bloody nose. Mr. K says its cuz he ain’t got no religion.
Best of Biscuit, the first six years!
Biscuit was an orphan rescued by Shannon (my best bud, champion rescuer of kittens!) in West Oakland. We still tell him the story of how he arrived to us all covered in poo! He’d huddled in fear in his litter box in his crate, and had a little accident. The above picture was taken after we bathed him. He was so shivery.
Here’s a Best of Biscuit Retrospective. Warning: Lots of Kitten Pictures not seen in six years!!!
He still wakes me up every morning by licking my eyes with his horribly rough sandpaper tongue. And last night he left one of my doll wigs and his favorite toy (a wire) in his food bowl.
He’s our Baby Biscuit and we love him!
Kitten hanging from window screen
Flickr Gallery: http://www.flickr.com/photos/blastmilk/tags/bestofbiscuit/
Yay month of cat posts!
Best of Biscuit, the first six years!

My Little King: Pekoe steals a chair

Lordy knows how hard it is to shoot a portrait of a black cat! Our Pekoe is so lovely I’ve often tried, and failed to do so. After I brought home this little craigslist find the other day (gothic revival child-sized chair), and Pekoe adopted it immediately as his own, I was determined to position him to advantage to get a portrait.
And here he is, my Little King. Now with throne…
My Little King: Pekoe steals a chair
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Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes

ode-to-a-dead-cat.jpgCaveat! My cat(s) is not dead! I just love this poem, the author, and the inspiration for the ditty, Horace Walpole’s notorious Gothi inclinations (he invented the genre, dontchaknow). He even coined a word for spooky atmosphere: gloomth!

Apparently this is a popular poem in countries and cultures that care about such frivolities of literature… but I had never heard of it until a recent obsession with Horace Walpole and Strawberry Hill sent me scurrying to the stacks to read everything I could get my little paws on.

Written by Thomas Gray (1716-1771), ye olde BFF of Walpole, after Walpole’s cat actually did drown in one of his giant chinese fishbowls, to spoof his friend’s obsession with gothick romanticism.

Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes

‘TWAS on a lofty vase’s side,
Where China’s gayest art had dy’d
   The azure flowers that blow;
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima reclin’d,
   Gaz’d on the lake below.

Her conscious tail her joy declar’d;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
   The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
   She saw, and purr’d applause.

Still had she gaz’d; but midst the tide
Two beauteous forms were seen to glide,
   The Genii of the stream;
Their scaly armour’s Tyrian hue,
Through richest purple, to the view,
   Betray’d a golden gleam.

The hapless Nymph with wonder saw:
A whisker first, and then a claw,
   With many an ardent wish,
She stretch’d, in vain, to reach the prize.
What female heart can gold despise?
   What cat’s averse to fish?

Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent
Again she stretch’d, again she bent,
   Nor knew the gulph between;
(Malignant Fate sat by, and smil’d.)
The slippery verge her feet beguil’d;
   She tumbled headlong in.

Eight times emerging from the flood,
She mew’d to every watery God,
   Some speedy aid to send.
No Dolphin came, no Nereid stir’d:
Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
   A favourite has no friend.

From hence, ye beauties, undeceiv’d,
Know, one false step is ne’er retriev’d,
   And be with caution bold.
Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
   Nor all, that glisters, gold.

More Info on Horace Walpole:

Licca Love – Happipinkudoresusetto & Mosubagashoppu!

Two super-cute Licca-chan sets coming down the pipes!  Links below to the offical releases.  I’m hoping to get at least the Happy Pink Bunny set below, but they also have Hamster & Cat outfit sets, not to mention FOUR pink haired dollies.  YEAH!

ハムスターとおそろい – Happipinkudoresusetto (Happy Pink Doll Set)



Happy Pink Series

モスバーガーショップ – Mosubagashoppu (Moe’s Burger Shop)


 Moe’s Burger Shop:

Plea to the Dolly Interweb: Volks NY Dolpa Alice

UPDATE:  I have the best friends evar!  Dolly Gods willing, it will all work out and li’l Alice will come join the Blastmilk Circus!

Volks Grand Prince Hotel Kyoto Owners Appreciation: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland series 

Is anyone planning on going to the NYC Volks Dolpa in June who would be interested in ordering me an Alice and perhaps an outfit?  She’s extra special awesome, is beauty white, and frothy.


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New Orleans here I come!

Whoopee! Woot-woot!
Just bought tickets for New Orleans in April. I haven’t been in 9 years, a cryin’ shame. And Mr. Kallisti hasn’t been at all. But life happens, ya know. It is our first proper vacation since Europe in 2007. So we’re over due.
Will be bunkin’ in the French Quarter with this gorgeous fella. Oh yeah.
NOLA 1998: Dark Banana
Mad spooky photoshoot in our original circa 1850’s carriage house. Your host le Todd.

  • 1996 Moved from SF to New Orleans
  • 1998 Moved back to SF, all worldly belongings put in storage
  • 2000 – Moved move my stuff back to SF
  • 2001 – Mardi Gras Visit
  • 2001 – Halloween Visit

And haven’t been back since! Check out the wild and crazy flickr album below for past adventures!