the claw decides who will go and who will stay

Today, from Craigslist

Claw Machine Jun 18 Chinese buffet Andrews Rd - w4m - 50 (Mentor Ohio)
Date: 2011-07-13, 2:46PM EDT

I know I should have posted sooner but it seemed to me you wouldnt find this here.. I was at the claw machine with my grandsons, grand daughters and my kids and you approached and asked if Id put a quarter in if you climbed in the machine.. Its been a while since I have been flirted with or flirted and I didn't understand what you were really saying and I made the comment the machine was 50 cents.. you said something like OH then definetly not.. and you walked out.

My adult kids were like MOM he was flirting.. WOW.. I missed out. You were a great looking guy in your 50's I would guess. Is it possible you really were flirting? Or were you just making pleasant conversation? If this was you tell me about you and about that conversation and who was playing the actual machine so I know its you. I really cant get you off my mind since that day and missed opportunity.

I get the whole mixed signals thing, but pretty much this gives me an excuse to post my favorite cartoon characters ever that aren't on Daria.

art barbies, certain ethnics, and the enduring chill

It's Dyngus Day or something, which I didn't know about being a half-caste Polack, but I wonder how many people in the almost-hood are going to bust out their accordions in the rain tonight, though I'm sure lots of revelry might commence, though I'm going to skip all that to do art since it's been about two weeks since I've enameled anything.



Being that I was a weird child, I never really got into horses and Barbies. Nancy Drew novels and dress-up yes, but I wanted to be Boadicea because I read about her in a Highlights magazine and also a lot of Rosemary Sutcliffe novels that kind of glossed over the whole torturing prisoners/getting killed by the Romans bit.



My friend up the street was also a weird kid and we spent our summers taming the mass of flowering bushes, trellises and lilacs into our own play area/domain between having her dad take us to cemeteries and museums and Little Italy for gelato. When her other friend would come over, sometimes we'd play with her dolls but I never liked blonde and usually claimed her Princess Jasmine one instead, when we weren't having super-soaker fights with the boys around the corner.

I'm all for getting kids into art because art is awesome, and since these aren't as bimbotastic as other Barbies, I can't hate on it too badly except that it's just kind of corny and doesn't look that good.



Then again, it's also not as terrible as this. I've got my love of kitsch as much as anyone, but history's finest mementos that aren't Church In A Box don't really do anything for me.