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. 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!
Mr. Kallisti and I had already developed an affection for Jonathan Ross after watching his highly affectionate series from the 80’s on cult film The Incredibly Strange Film Show that included in depths on John Waters and Russ Meyer among others.
Recently we ran across his Japanorama series. News to us, don’t know how familiar non-brits are with this series, we’ve been spellbound all week with his presentation and enthusiasm for the subject, including eighteen episodes spanning three seasons over six years. Beneath his dapper English exterior, and charming lisp, he is a self proclained Otaku, and his enthusiasm for all things Japanese, especially robots, is contagious.
“JAPANOWAMA! LOOK! I’m widing an electwic panda!!!”
View: Japanorama on YouTube
More info: Japanorama Wikipedia
Super Dollfie (and other kewl toys) make an appearance in Series II, with a full profile excerpted below. Booya!
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As we celebrated the almost inauguration of our super cool president, I remembered to light a little candle to Edgar. When I suddenly realized it was his 200th birthday. Looks like someone else noticed too. Edgar Allen Poe
January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849
Hugs and Dark and Sparkly kisses to my Sepulchritudinous co-horts, who have been stabbing birthday cakes in Edgar’s name for many these long gloomy years. Especially Bat, who started when she was like, eight.
I’ve been vaguely shopping for swimsuits for the past couple years, never quite finding something that fits the cute AND flattering criteria so important to fashion savvy chubby funsters… until now. With the amount of time we spend at big ass hotels in Tahoe and Reno, it is a shame not to take a plunge in their ridiculously luxurious pools.
And then [queue the dreamy music] I saw this. An empire waisted swimdress, square neckline, polkadot bodice with buckle detail, and an a-line skirt that skims past the waist, coming to rest finally mid-thigh. That’s right. It is proper mini-dress length. ZOMG! It has super boob support, with armholes cut high-enough under the arms to hold all your squishy bits in. Dreamy!!! I kid you not, I was ready to put on some combat boots and hit the discos in this thing. Lane Bryant. YAY.
Sad bit is, I realized that this is the first bathing suit I’ve had since, um… puberty. D’oh! That is more a reflection on the state of swimsuit designs for the past *cough* thirty years than it is of my modesty. Nyah.
Only one of the above bits o’ eyecandy have I purchased. Sigh. The internet is so soothing. Since the move last August I have a freshly sparked interest in pretty little things for the house. A girl can always shop, can’t she? Pottery Barn’s Apothecary Bath Collection. Mrwowr.
Craigslist.org + + Unemployed Mr. Kallisti =
My winter has been all about low profile. We’ve had a rough and wonderful year, hard to take it all in. But now I’m hibernating in what little downtime I have. Work has been non-stop, so the quiet moments are like tiny baby birds that are easily squashed! I’m busy though, just not online much. Lots of writing and research, it gives me some awesome pleasure. Rainy days with small dogs and kitties and books and needlework. One is never too young to be grandmotherly.
And I uploaded a bunch of our pictures from the trip to London last June. Click thumbnails to be magically wisked away to Flickr!
Needless to say we are preparing fun postage for the severed head gallery. Woot!
My grandmother! Kate Overstreet (Prince O’Brien) circa… erm, mid 1920’s.
Ran across cousin Andy’s repository of family pictures, and there are a bunch I’d never seen. My grandmother’s family hails from just south of San Jose, in Hollister. They were fruit farmers… all those vintage california fruit crate labels? Casa de Fruta? Neighbors anyway. Yeah, that was us ^_^
I found these after the photoshoot I did the other day, honest! I was tickled to see this one of my uncle in a sailor suit and my great aunt Edith sporting it up in what even then was an old-fashioned bathing costume.
You can see a gallery of the Prince/Overstreet family on flickr!
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