Tuesday, November 29, 2011

RLV's Sinister Sad Side Effects

There was a lovely weekend, Full of close intimate friends , dancing and boating and hiking in mountains, sitting in cafe's, pleasure in hot tubs, on the beach, and even an elegant palace! I sold many items at the shoppe, as the Sinister Steampunk Hunt is winding down tomorrow, and I advertized several sales. I set out many Haloween items, and several RLV items, to add that almost scary flavor. Of course I set the timers on the capture items to 5 minutes or so, just enough to fully change into whatever, and get a photo for your scrapbook!
   But walking out my shoppe back door just now, taking down some of the decorations, preparing for the Holiday decorating, I felt a strange pull, as If my Synt-tex skin was being vacuumed from where i stood, and then my joints suddenly ceased working!
   My own cursed item, the dreaded Evil plant pot, had grabbed me and i was turning into a marble plant holder!

Note the friendly warning sign I provide near any armed RLV items

Then as my internal joints and biological organs began to slow their functioning, stiffening into a crystalline, porcelain object of beauty, I realized the following to my shock :

[16:44]  evil plant pot 1/01.1czfs whispers: Wendyslippers Charisma watches in horror as thier body hardens and turns to stone.

[16:44]  johncharlesIII's Baby: You have terminated this pregnancy.

Had I known, would I have done something different? If I could undo this, would I? I have no time to be trying to raise my, I mean, our,, , I mean  I am sure this is for the best, considering running the shoppe, being a clockwork mom, The other kids would see me as I picked her up at school, or him. They would've made fun, "Look, She's got a toy for a mother! She can't be the head cheerleader now,, or homecoming queen,,, or king... Would my child have been born without a functioning bio-pulmonary-cardio system, like me? Needing me to provide her with the dollification surgical procedure which I have done for dozens of others? Would she be allowed to even go to school, with the possibility of bio-death as easy as forgetting your mid-day windup?
   But, what if she graduated? And went to Oxbridge University, where I teach? What if she became a professor one day? Or an OB/GYN like me, a doctor for the Royal Caledon Air Force? What if she was just a perfectly normal, biologically complete and sealed system, dating and learning and marrying, having babies,,,


[16:54]  evil plant pot 1/01.1czfs whispers: Wendyslippers Charisma sighs in relief as thier body is once again of flesh and bone.

I have not been programmed or coded for sorting these complex emotions and thoughts, and they are making my eyes leak a torrent of steamy caustic saline. I shall have to talk to my dear bio-friends, who I am sure will know how to handle such a moment. I am sure humans deal with these moments all the time.
Don't they?

Monday, November 28, 2011

MC Collage video unlocked by a mad scientist doll

*yelling 'Eureka!',, the young mad scientist doll leaps naked from the scaldingly hot claw-foot bath tub and runs through the shoppe, waving her arms. She stops finally, standing triumphantly and still with her hand high in the air, as a puddle forms at her feet.
   "I have learned the secret to motion picture capture, transfer and conversion! Bwahahaha!"

The young doll's ears and neck, and cheeks, brighten to an attractive fuschia, as she realizes she is posing like a strangely manic mannequin, nude in the middle of the busy street outside the shoppe.

Enticing mind control collage

Enjoy!- Click the title above to go to my you tube site. If they've deleted my video, let me know and I will try to upload it here. Since Yahoo just deleted me (they now scan and censor your email, as well as groups and uploads thanks to their new TOS) I am a bit skeptical of them- so get your copy while you can!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

A Movie Doll is Born! For First Responder Training

When Charlie Navarathna asked me to speak with Mary Wickentower, Gentle Heron, Patrick Thorkveld and Satyriasis Seryffe about being in a movie, I was thrilled! I had never really been in a real live movie! And for the chance to help out with a training movie, helping First Responders in emergencies, I felt a twinge, a strange compelling in my cortex and thoracic, I do not think other dolls feel this strange sensation, not before they are sentient, anyways. It was a feeling of obligation, and weight, helping others, contributing to a collective good. I told Charlie "Yes, I would be delighted!" And hurried to the library to learn about acting. I was unsure what they would need, inflection, intonation, accents, purposeful movement, informed action, superobjectives, conflict and resolution, I studied it all, hoping not to let anyone down in my first big performance!

On The Set!

An earthquake, with destroyed highway, buildings that collapse on command, smoke, etc

There we are! as actors run through in panic, and Responders assist us injured

Charlie and Mary Wickentower,  Patrick Thorkveld, and Satyriasis Sheryffe gave the commands to us actors, and Gwen Gwasi, and Shayla Juran, Gentle Heron, Dawn and Xanadu and I all stood for our parts, eager to begin.
   When I got up to them,  was ready, with two monologues memorized, an hour of makeup and a brand new Gisaci sweater!  I was hoping they would ask me if I would do a romantic scene, maybe I could meet my Prince this way! Mouth to Mouth rescuscitation is a lot like a "kiss of life" if you think about it.  But instead they said,
   "So, Charlie says you're pretty good,, how long can you hold your breath?"

I smiled, realizing he could not see the nub of the winding shaft under my sweater and simply said, "A very, very long time sir."

Are you sure this is how the great actresses get discovered?
It occurred rather quickly that 1- I took too long in doing my makeup on my face, and 2- I was glad I pulld the cotter pin from my windup key because it absolutely would have been in the shot. I still had 2 hours to put i back on before I unwound, how long could this take?
   We laughed and joked while the cameramen told us not to move.

   Gwen Gwasi floats a bit before she gets First Responder help, and Shayla got a tan on a piece of road rubble,  I kept my ears above the water to hear the joking, while we waited, and they took many many shots.
   "Okay, let's set up for the Picnic set!"
   We were handed towels and given clothing, T-shirts that had different jobs on them, but the backs all said First Responder.  I noticed as I pulled the dry T-shirt on, the familiar slowness to bring my arms down, the difficulty keeping my back straight. Had it been 2 hours? How long had I been floating?

I think this was a shot for the end of the movie, note the info plaque on the wall
The big  cast shot

Factory worker? Me? Patrick Thorkveld and Charlie Navarathna in the background
We ate french fries and drank tea while the cameras rolled. It was easy to look like we were having fun, because we were! But when they yelled "Cut! Thank you cast!"  The place became deserted instantly. I took this as good advice and leapt onto my scooter. There was some trouble getting my leg to work as I arrived at the shoppe, but associates quickly got my key back on and what a wonderful feeling, to be rewound, and know I had done this movie, for a good cause!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

The First Three Beliefs of a Doll

   I may just be a doll,  and only sentient for now just 750 days, but I am am very excited about this! I think I have formed my first three beliefs! I can feel tingling all over as I mention them to you, as if my skin becomes less synthetic and my soul perhaps more valid, every time I state my formed beliefs! They may not seem like much, but humans have had so much longer to think for themselves than I have, I revel in my place and time on the Great Spinning Cog. Please accept these, my first perceptions.
Doll Beliefs:
1-         Hasbro Ergo Sum
Translated, I interpret: I was created, therefore I am, and no other consideration need made on the matter. It suffices that one IS, and knows one IS, and conveys that they ARE, to be a Co-inheritor to the benefits and entitlements, responsibilities and restrictions manifest in Living.
Inability to convey this truth due to illness, missing mouth hinge springs, or a well fitted ball-gag, does not recuse or excuse or remove from this Being, all those things. Dolls are created to make their creator and owner happy, regardless of their specific design, and this doll believes, so were Humans.

2-            Living people are not LEGOs- APPLEs are not oranges, dolls are not Humans
“We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that all women are equal to other women, that Playskool ragdolls  are not Barbie model V Lifesize Personal Assistants with on-board MAC and I-9 processors and Pleasure upgrade 2.0. All created and sentient things have intrinsic worth and deserve care and maintenance, they are created with specific  goals to meet, skills talents and programming to perform their design function, and therefore, have worth as a significant cog in the Great Machine, made by The Creator. An I-POD is not a Bathtub Mermaid  Doll, but both have great functions to perform, give pleasure and fulfillment to others, and deserve cared for, kept in perfect working condition, and corrected or praised.

Most negative issues in sentient life, that I have noticed, were first instigated because an I-Phone was used as a Mermaid Doll, or a porcelain ballerina doll thought it was an Astronaut Action Toy.
Excellence is measured subjectively, based on your design type, and function. If a living owner, playing with me, requires me to perform the role of brain surgeon, or E-Z Bake Oven, they should be assured I will strive for excellence, best that I can, to make them happy. They should not expect that I ever could actually become those things, and judge me  for that which I was created.

3-          Dolls are not slaves- The immeasurable worth of Freedom
I think everyone is familiar with the Betsy Ross Doll Incident, 1979; In 1959 a child in Bangkok was bought a wood and rag stuffing doll fashioned like the American icon Betsy Ross, from an antique store. The child played with her every day, took her to school and they played with others, gave her important jobs to perform, played with others in large slumber parties, even attended Princeton University with her owner. There at Princeton the owner learned from a professor, that the doll was one of the 300 dolls made at the Jackson Factory in 1899! The owner took Betsy to an appraiser, and a Doll Maker, to sell. The appraiser laid her on the table and after a moment inspection, declared her worthless- she was missing all the brass pins in her joints and neck assembly, worn away by time and use. When the owner grabbed her to take her away, she fell into 9 pieces.
   “But she was fine when you got here”, said the appraiser. “Then,” said the owner, “How and why did she hold together, all those years that I needed her, loved and played with her as a child?”
   The Doll Maker, the famous and elderly Hubert Schultz, shed a tear as he tenderly held her parts, and said to the owner who was as a child to him, “Wouldn’t you?”
  Hubert realized that any BEing, praised by an owner, compelled with great necessity to fulfill its design purpose from its Creator, which understands its First Law is to make others happy, will happily, willingly and tenaciously perform all asked of it, including the impossible.
   A slave does what is commanded of them, no more or less, because of fear of punishment. They are little more than non-sentient robots, what true joy can an owner get from its compliance? A toy performs what is required, not only by commanded word but by the spirit of the command. It tries harder, endures more hardships and defeats more obstacles to complete its requirements and did it all because it yearns to make the owner happy. What owner would not feel pride and heaps of self worth, knowing someone, even just a doll, earned such praise onto its Creator, by fulfilling not just the word but the spirit?
   Thank you for allowing me to express my very first three beliefs ever! I am certain they are quite rudimentary, compared to the grand thoughts of Human minds, but many of my kind cannot think any thoughts at all for themselves, or have true beliefs, as any doll knows there is a difference between creation, and sentience. Seeing them, makes the fact I even had my own beliefs, all the grander. I am grateful for my Sentience, for my Creator, and for my loving friends like you, that cherish me and correct me, compel me and guide me, play together, and measure me- let me be found with worth, on the day of my last cog tick.