The perils of being historically notable...

Dear God. Please never let me be important enough that this would ever happen my undergarments. Thank you for not making me Queen of England. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have Santa bring me a pony.

Amen.

PS - I want one of these too!


LONDON (AP) - Her majesty would not be amused. A pair of Queen Victoria's bloomers, with a 50-inch waist, were snapped up for $9,000 by a Canadian buyer at a central England auction Wednesday.

Auctioneer Charles Hanson said Queen Victoria's underpants belonged to "a very big lady of quite small stature with a very wide girth." She was said to be 5 feet tall.

The handmade knickers -- which date back to the 1890s -- bear the monogram -- VR -- for Victoria Regina. They are open-crotch style, with separate legs joined by a drawstring at the waist, a popular style in the late Victorian era.

The royal drawers belonged to a family in western England whose ancestor was a lady-in-waiting for the queen.

"These pants, considering their provenance and pedigree, are very exciting," Hanson said. "They are monogrammed and crested and we know that they are hers."

Also up for auction was Queen Victoria's chemise, with a 66-inch bust, sold for $8,000. Her nightgown sold for $11,000.

If I was prone to falling in love with people from you tube...

I would totally marry this guy.

A wise man once said...

Even if you have won the hot dog eating contest, you have still lost.

Apparently there is at least a bit of wisdom in Texas.

Look ma! I'm an artist.

So. I made art at work in a meeting today.



I wonder what this is telling me.

Best. Marketing. Ever.

From advertising is good for you

JOOOOOOOOOOY for Monday. Yeah baby!

Feelin' superstitious?



Three weeks and counting until my annual meeting is here. Four weeks until it's over. Please note that all joy will be posted ironically until then.

Thanks.

The management.

Last night I had the strangest dream...

In my dream I was committed to an insane asylum that looked like a regular Hampton Inny sort of place. I didn't know it was an asylum until I started paying REEEEEEALY close attention and noticed that, while most of the people seemed okay, they all had little signs like "I eat canned human flesh" and such things randomly scrawled on their body - a'la the infamous Dixie Chicks Entertainment Weekly cover. I started to wise up when realized that I didn't know how long I had been there. I escaped, Jason Bourne style, surreptitiously jumping gates and then running down the side of the road (in a fluffy skirt - I can't explain THAT part at all - but it was a super cute skirt)I hitched a ride in an eighteen wheeler with the asylum people chasing me. Eventually - I made it back to town where I FINALLY found someone I knew, who informed me that I'd been I'd been gone for 6 months and everyone thought I was a bitch for just running off.

SO - just for the good of the order - if I ever entirely disappear, I have been committed against my will. Please come find me.

Happy Friday!

Yes - but can you tie a clove hitch?

Old-timey dancin...this time with rope tricks!

Five things I know about that you should know about...

If the cat were in charge of my blog...

...it would look like this

Apparently some guy wrote a magical program out of ones and zeros to turn your blog all cat like...

Bizarre.


(Kudos to pelki for the link. Thanks friend!)

OOOh - Beethoven off!

So - Inspired by this little video from by Chert(impossible to spell)k over at Nobody's Friend, I thought that I would bring you this...

JOY for Tuesday? Perhaps....
Cartoon love for the week at hand? Maybe...
Musical theatre making a mockery out of something revered? Possibly...

Eye of the beholder...blah blah blah.

Enjoy!

It's Sunday. Ow.

Hello All! I had at least two inspiring and thoughtful ideas on which to write today. I however forgot that at 34 years old, my body doesn't take too kindly to drinking until 3:30am. SO - At some point this week, I will have something possibly interesting (or not - you be the judge - judging is fun!) to say. Hell - feel free to send in requests or questions that you would like an answer to. Perhaps I will take the time to address your needs and wants. Maybe not. Isn't the suspense killing you?

Today - nothing of depth is coming from me. Here is a list of ten things, of no depth whatsoever, that I would say to you if you were in my apartment RIGHT NOW.

1.) Would you like some water?

2.) Yes - it in fact IS 95 degrees in here, even though it is 0 degrees outside.

3.) This is my cat. I am no longer in charge and I apologize in advance for the awesomeness of her belligerence.

4.) Why, I'd be DELIGHTED to let you do my laundry - thank you so much.

5.) You look great! And smell vaguely of debauchery!

6.) Would you like some jerky?

7.) Dinner is in the dinner cooking machine. (I actually just said this. Should give you some sense as to where my head is.)

8.) Hey! Have you tried the Belief-o-matic? You totally should! I'm a neo-pagan, according to this. Pretty dead on. More dead on is my incompatibility with Catholicism. Good thing I gave it up for lent in 1990)

9.) Are you sure that I can't offer you anything?

10.) Yes - that is a copy of the autobiography of Lee Iacocca. No - it is not mine.

Whatever you do - don't go here

Flight of the Hamsters

yowza...

When I left for work at 6:00am this morning the windchill was 26 degrees below zero.

Here's a hedgehog and a squirrel.

Oh!

It's all so much clearer to me now.

In Egg Shell Seas Day-o

I will take this moment to post a magical vegas photo and wish you all a very merry Christmas! A lovely holiday, of your choosing, to you and yours.

Need a lovely gift for those special people in your life?

Just for the hell of it

Mudballs are FUN!

It's mud. And art. Super cool.

Yeah..theoretically it's sexist but...

I suspect that if I lived in a time that supported dressing like a pinup girl every day...I probably would. Dear god I love those shoes.