Sunday, June 3, 2012

Still a Bad Ass

I still got it.  You may think the sugary sweet side has me very firmly in its clutches.  But heck no!
I can be offensive in the shades of pink and aqua baby!

Here's the story:  I made some cute little birthday hats for my shop.  I needed a model and since I have a nice collection of dismembered doll heads I used one of those.  I usually photograph my shop items on a plate I have because its neutral color shows off the details.  So Of course I put the head on the plate and then the hat on the head.  Perfect!  I should probably win an award with how awesome I got the shot with a point and shoot camera.  And then I pinned it.

And then the comments came in.  Evidently someone thinks I'm a sicko going to eat a baby head or some such nonsense.  I mean really.  Without ketchup why even bother.

You can click here to see what kind of psychotic inbred I am.

Friday, February 3, 2012

I May Have Killed a Cat

circa 2009
   My etsy shop had been opened for a couple of years.  I sold some crown cards to CF666*.  Intrigued by the name, I searched CF666's profile and good gravy Nancy it was Courtney Love Cobain.  I'm in the big time now, the Courtney Love Cobain of international fame and misfortune has bought my cards.  So I felt FAMOUS for about a week, told my friend Bee about it, then forgot the whole thing until I see this on regretsy

OMFG- My etsy stuff could have been part of the crap filled  hoard that killed that cat.  When Courtney Cobain bought my cards  her stats showed she had bought 1245 things from etsy. My cards are there somewhere.
To think it could have been my cards
 makes me feel famous all over again.

                                                                                                                 the cards

* name is abbreviated so a bunch of you fat, jealous, losers don't rush to her old etsy account and crash etsy.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Radio Station

 I'm glad the Holidays are over so the  "All Christmas, all the time, until you burst a vein" stations can go back to playing regular music. Lean doesn't care for all that Christmas cheer either.  She tuned in to her dad's favorite station for the duration.  Things were okay until she came out of her room to inform me of the following
Lean: Uh,  I don't think that radio station is appropriate for me.  First they were singing "ooo sex, ooo sex "  and then some dude says he only eats 100% breast milk cheese with his crackers.
JeanKnee: what
Lean: repeats above
JeanKnee: okay lets go find another station.

You see the problems all that Christmas song joy caused?  Now I will probably be asked what sex and breast milk cheese is.  She's ten.   dang