Saturday, October 1

A fine fat arse




Last, but not least of my Phoenix Comicon 16 experiences, local author Diana Gabaldon signed me, too!

Gabaldon has written the wildly successful Outlander books, which are being recreated as a television series on Starz. 

Knowing how much Jamie Fraser appreciates a well-rounded arse, Momma asked Gabaldon to sign Mine!

I think that was a first for all of us!



Friday, September 30

Doll Trek:TNG





Here's another belated photograph from Phoenix Comicon 16 - Gates McFadden of Star Trek: The Next Generation fame playing with Clementine and I! (Gates had just had cataract surgery so she was wearing sunglasses.)

She obviously liked us and spent a few minutes talking to Momma about her own childhood dolls. 

Oh, and she signed Me right above Wil Wheaton's signature. 

I'm getting quite the autograph collection!



Thursday, September 29

Hello sweeties!





It just occurred to Me that I never shared this photo of Clementine and I with Alex Kingston of Doctor Who fame!

We met her on Saturday, June 4, 2016 at Phoenix Comicon. She, of course, loved us and later that day signed our photo.

Thankfully, the power of our TARDIS backpack saved us, and the TARDIS bag Momma carried saved our signed photo when our house was destroyed that night by The Fire. 

All hail the TARDIS!



Tuesday, September 27

Taco trucks on every corner

Look at what Momma found for me! My very own taco truck!

The phrase "taco trucks on every corner" was stated by Donald Trump supporter Marco Gutierrez on Sept. 1, 2016, and has since received widespread attention during the 2016 United States presidential election.

National Public Radio news wrote that taco trucks "now straddle the worlds of political symbol and internet meme."

We can't tell you how much we want to get Target's Our Generation Sweet Stop Ice Cream Truck and convert it into a taco truck!!



Thursday, June 16

Smoke gets in your eyes





Clementine and I have spent most of the last week-and-a-half sunbathing in Momma's brother's back yard. 

Momma scrubbed us down ("Don't forget to wash behind your ears!") and carefully hand-washed the Doctor Who outfits we wore to Phoenix Comicon 16 on Saturday before the fire. Other than one or two minor soot stains on our cloth bodies and Tardis bag, we're practically good as new!

Momma says I need to be restrung, but that can wait until she assembles the necessary materials again. 

Meanwhile, Clementine and I plan to write a Strongly Worded letter of praise to the manufacturer of our Tardis backpack. I hate to think what our appearance would be without it.