Thursday, 29 March 2012


Photo Manipulation of doll's feet.

I'm starting a new blog called Dollycogs for all things doll related including this photo manipulation which is of my feet with doll joints photoshopped on.  Please take a look.

Saturday, 17 March 2012

I have racks

[15:49:01] Ditsy Nomnom‧: I hate hanging up clothes
[15:49:11] Vinny Caramel‧: Me too
[15:49:43] Vinny Caramel‧: I got racks, so at least i can do lots in one place

[15:49:55] Ditsy Nomnom‧: Oohh, lucjy,   Mish :<
[15:50:04] Vinny Caramel‧: hahaha!
[15:50:18] Vinny Caramel‧: Did I really say "I got racks"!
[15:50:33] Ditsy Nomnom‧: You did!! LOL
[15:50:38] Ditsy Nomnom‧: It went right over my head too!

I have something interesting to say...

I have something interesting to say...

 ::::::: I ❤ THIS T U N E ! ! ! ::::::: HOoOoOUlalalala :)  
Hooo!! Hooo!! Hooo!!
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HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!
HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!
Hooo!! Hooo!! Hooo!!
♪♪♪♪♪ OmG I LoVe ThIs FuCkInG SoNg!!!!♪♪♪♪♪
HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!
HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!
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HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!
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Hooo!! Hooo!! Hooo!!
♪♪♪♪♪ OmG I LoVe ThIs FuCkInG SoNg!!!!♪♪♪♪♪
☊ GAGA is mah SHIT!!! ☊
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HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!
 HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!
 ::::::: I ❤ THIS T U N E ! ! ! ::::::: HOoOoOUlalalala :)
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HooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo !!!!!!


 I think that makes my point. But if you don't get the point, then you are the fucking moron I took you for in the first place. 


Thursday, 15 March 2012

Ditsy Nomnom Makes me proud


Sex pest Vicky gives Natsuki Sakai  a little tickle

Wheyheeeeey! Me loved fondling bewbies!
...and here is the photo I owe. Sorry, forgot where I saved it.
By the way, she is definitely NOT submitting to me, she just likes to sit on the floor.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Oh! What a revelation.

So I'm out with Vinter in RL and I decided to buy a packed of sweets and share them with her.

She complained that she didn't get a red one in her half of the packet, and having had one sweet which is all I wanted, I gave her mine saying, "Here see if there is one in here you big kid, I dunno why you need to have a red one, they all taste the same anyway".

She looked at me like I was mad.

Turns out they don't all taste the same, they have different fruit flavors. So we blind tested them, she popped them into my mouth and each time asked me what they taste like, and I would say, "Sugar".

Okay, so fruit pastels are actually covered in sugar, so she asks if it is all sweet, "What about Wine Gums?".

Nope! Wine gums all taste the same to me, cept the black ones are a bit stronger.

Wow! There are orange flavored wine gums? Who knew?

...well everybody except me it seems!

"Why the hell did you think they were different colours?" said my husband. I just thought they added colouring to make them look pretty.

So he says, "What about Licorice Allsorts, you like them!".

Yeah I like them, I like the licorice, same as I like chocolate, it's not so sweet, I can taste it, but the white, pink, green sugary bits on a licorice allsort all tastes the same to me, I was actually shocked  to find out they were flavoured. I have been stuffing them down my neck fairly regularly for years.

I'm 40, and it has taken me this long to find out that sweets taste of stuff other than sugar, I'm amazed. I wonder if the coatings in licorice comforts are flavoured?

Oh well, I should have known there was something else wrong with my sense of taste, last year when we changed brand of toothpaste, I mentioned that the new one was especially spicy and really burned my tongue.

It was a revelation to me that nobody else finds mint spicy. Because to me, brushing my teeth is more spicy eating sweet chilli, a bit less that lime pickle. Obviously, every morning brushing my teeth is a bit of an ordeal and this explains why. Well, would you want to wake up and brush your teeth with chilli powder?

But the weird thing is that it is just me. I just assumed that it was the same for everybody else. So yeah, I never was very keen on sweets, especially mints or chewing gum. This kinda explains why... although I think my hatred of sprouts stems from something more universal.

Anyway, I can't explain it. It's not like I can't taste oranges or strawberries. So how come I can't tell the difference when they are flavourings? It would on the face of it seem that the sweeter something is, the less I can taste anything but the sweet. But other than chocolate and licorice, my two favorites are honeycomb and dessert nougat which are really sweet, but I can taste them.

[Edit] It isn't just me! My son started complaining that the new toothpaste was too spicy. Upon further investigation it seems like he takes after his mother in regards to sweets too.

Monday, 12 March 2012

Making it official

I look bored, but I'm in a state of shock.
I normally keep stuff like this kinda quiet, I don't like to make a fuss. It's the famous British reserve.

But I have been tossing and turning, fretting and... what goes with 'fretting'?

I have been all revved up, the last few weeks have been a roller coaster with Linn. It has been exciting, wonderful, amazing and awesomesauce.

And then my baby grrl comes back to me. I once said she couldn't be tamed, I think that's true. But for a little while at least, she would like to me to try and calm the savage beast, So I have changed the Dagger into Ditsy Nomnom, and her Rwar has become a squeak. I near enough wet myself laughing every time she squeaks!

So I'm on a roller-coaster holding a tiger by the tail, when my kitten falls into my lap! This was never an on-off thing, it was always a slowly working towards thing with intermissions. After a long courtship the ever calm Never, calmly offers me her collar and I calmly accept.... rev my engine and spin my wheels, unable to change pace.

This is such a big deal, I feel I should make a big deal of it. At the very least, such a precious gift demands a precious gift in return. It is the custom of my country. But it's all happened so fast, my head is in a spin...

I had a huge high, and it has left me exhausted just when we are starting something new. I need to sit down, rest, take stock, let things settle. But I can't rest, I feel I should be doing something... so I'll make the announcement, and that was it.

There! It's now official.

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Greedy Piggy

Who's a greedy piggy?

Turns out I am..What a weekend. Not only did I adopt Never, but Ditsy Nomnom came back to me too.

And just when I thought my Second Life was was full and complete, Hanna (Gertrude) shows up just as Kovu is inviting me to a party at my house. So I find myself in need of a maid just as we are talking about latex piggy outfits!

Gertie serves drinks

As Vicky takes to the stage

Latex piggy on the Burlesque chair

Just a few friends in The Velvet Crush, But a good night.

Zorn and Cy

Kuvo and Cherry

Vicky takes a break from the burlesque

Gertie the Latex Piggy

What a lovely squeeky rear!

Truffle Shuffle

Cyrus gives Zo a Lapdance
Foxy arrives, Cherry takes the stage

A pro dancer! Cherry

Foxy adopts latex to put on a show

Foxy Natsuki looking adorabubble, with arsenic behind her.

Foxy in latex

Foxy out of latex

Poppy refuses to make snacks, Zo does the burlesque
Kovo gives Cherry a lap dance
I think... we must do this again, every Sunday night. And my basement now seems to have a name!

Thank you all, I'm so lucky to have such great people as friends. It's just a pity some of my favourite people couldn't make it. But I'm certain there will be a 'next time'.

Oh and I need to add, Thank you Hanna (Gurtie). You were the star of the show, everybody said you made the evening, and even though you had to leave, you set the tone. You are awesome and I love you loads.

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Once a Mod, always a Mod

Last night I was at Soul Mods. Seems it was rather hard to explain to my German friends what a 'Mod' actually is.

I think a better question is, what is it to to me, and why I'll always be a Mod. And I think it's worth answering because it is not only a huge part of who I am, it is a major cause of me being dominant.

It was a fashion and music movement in the late 1950s and running through the 1960s. I of course wasn't alive then, but my parents were. So I was a child of two Mods, I was raised a Mod.

The Mods back then adopted black music, Modern Jazz, R&B and soul. And eventually bands like the Rolling Stones, the Kinks and Small Faces made it there own, calling it Beat music.

They were influenced by Italian fashion, and eventually made it their own. I'm sure you know that the UK was at the centre of fashion in those days. The general principle was Modernist... simple, functional, practical, clean.

This principle also applied to the Mods chosen mode of transport, the scooter. An icon of modernist design, it was very practical in the city. It also lead to the adoption of the Fishtail Parka, which may not at first glance fit with an expensive suit, but was a practical way to protect it while riding to the nightclub or cafe.

The Mod fashion gave us enough 'classics' for the subculture to endure, and keep coming back. But there is far more to it than this.

This was all a product of the working classes in London, which is where I have my roots. Whatever 'working class' might mean to other people, to my family it meant working hard, being self sufficient. It certainly had nothing to do with Unions or left wing politics. The attitude of the men of my family is that men work, they bring home the bacon from the sweat of their own labour. But it was a hard life. And it was no-nonsense.

The post-war generation put a new twist on this. The idea that you would work hard and play hard. Use your disposable income to buy the very best, from around the world. You may work like a navvy during the day, but you could dress like a prince in the evening. Women played a part in this as women could now go out to work which gave us independence.

In a lot of the music, there is an aggressive 'go-get it' attitude which is unmistakable. Most of the time this comes out as sexually aggressive, or not putting up with any shit, but there are other songs that definitely hint at the idea of dragging yourself out of the gutter and becoming socially mobile. I think the Animals give the best examples of this with 'We got to get out of this place' and 'It's my life'.

My parents certainly took this to heart and by the time I was about 9, were very wealthy and had moved out into the country-side. It's also around this time that I started taking an interest in fashion which happened to coincide with the first Mod revival. This time it had a rather left-wing feel in hindsight, but this hardly impacted on me, surrounded by the children of other Mods who had done well for themselves and got themselves a 'house in the country'.

It's not surprising that others of my generation were also heavily influenced and when I came of age there was another minor revival, at least in music and fashion with the whole Brit-Pop thing.

A bit of left wing politics has always been there, and sadly the politics of envy has also been a theme. While some arseholes may sit around brooding about haves-and-have-nots, the lesson I think should be in the music is that the rich guy in his big house is an arsehole and doesn't deserve it more than you. Class shouldn't be a barrier to to wealth and success. Mr Prim and Proper who looks down on you for being a freak, probably spends hit spare time stealing ladies underwear... so go get your freak on and don't worry about what people think.

To me, being a Mod is about being assertive, even aggressive, optimistic. It can be hedonistic, but rationing ended in 1947. There is no reason I can't have the best. I can't have the best of everything, and everything I have can't be the best,  but nobody can tell me that it's above my station. I don't know my place.

Oh, at this point, I should confess that I can't fully claim the working class badge, my father's side of the family may have been, but he married my mother who comes from a whole other background. But isn't that the point? I don't want to claim to be poor and working class. You don't have to be defined by an accident of birth if you use your head and work towards what you want.

I should also explain, if I go to Soul Mods or some other place where Mods are hanging out, I do change my mode. There does tend to be a live-and-let-live attitude to life, they tend to be tolerant, famous for it... but that doesn't mean they aren't going to take the piss. It is a definite sub-culture, and latex wrapped slaves are not a part of that. While it may not be met with fear and hatred, it is likely to be greeted with much amusement.