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[phosfate]

Yesterday I spent an hour talking to a woman who is either clinically insane or living in a John Grisham novel (I realize those are not mutually exclusive - just because you hear voices and claim that no computer will work for you doesn't mean you're not at the heart of a criminal conspiracy). I couldn't help her much other than steer her away from the Crime Commission (it would be like going to the Liquor Licensing Board to report a drunk at the bus stop) and listen, but at least it was interesting and made her feel a little better for a little while. Anyway, if I'm found murdered in the next week, tell them about the whole murder conspiracy and they should check the lobby security footage. Unless they're in on it. They're probably all in on it, except for the lobby baristas. I would die for the baristas.

I seem to have inherited the curse from Mom where strangers talk to me. Mom's best story was when she and dad (I'm not sure which dad) went out to a nightclub, and the evening ended with the stripper sobbing in her arms. This was back when striptease was still wholesome nightclub fare, and there were still nightclubs.

I found five dollars on the bus. Using cash feels strange now, like I'm in the 70s.

I assembled a very small doll room box, which is supposed to fit together like a jigsaw but actually required a sweater-covered fist and then a rubber mallet. I don't own a rubber mallet, but my screwdrivers have silicon handles and I have a lot of pent-up rage, so that worked. Now to spend weeks going totally My Froggy Stuff on its ass. Hello, scrapbook paper from 2005!

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[crantz]

The other day I, PAYING WITH CASH, had to try to keep up polite attention to an elderly lady in a scooter telling me about the foibles of her cat while ALSO giving proper attention to the cashier tried to tell me the deal of the day and by the time I got out of that grocery store I must tell you, I was quite a confusion. I too have the 'talk to me' face. I've seen so many pictures of grandkids while waiting for the bus when I was a child.

I want pictures of that doll room box when you've got it all tatted up, pal.

[phosfate]

I'll try to take pics as I go. I have plans for the floor paper tonight, and I think the furniture will be vintage toys. It's this guy in a different box and cheaper:

https://www.ebay.com/itm/266286532443?chn=ps&norover=1&mkevt=1&mkrid=711-117182-37290-0&mkcid=2&mkscid=101&itemid=266286532443&targetid=&device=c&mktype=pla&googleloc=9024742&poi=&campaignid=20389314120&mkgroupid=&rlsatarget=&abcId=9317278&merchantid=6296724&gclid=CjwKCAiA_OetBhAtEiwAPTeQZxBJw2lG6a18fUDT3DiGyong2NnyyqP3_QecTeguCbVxwGyyJoHvnBoCcigQAvD_BwE

I have three salvaged Snapstars that I think can fit in it. Otherwise one sitting 11" doll, a Na Na Na Surprise, or add a loft and it's home for Bearbricks.

[crantz]

Oh that's neat!

Real estate agent voice: Lots of possibility here for a new family or student.

[phosfate]

It would be terrific for a Blythe box, too. There is also a flat-roofed rectangular "bungalow" that goes with it, so if this works well it has a lot of possibilities. Sadly you can't flip the parts to make the roof pitch the other way, so making a symmetrical house would take sawing and glue.

[crantz]

And if you're gonna get that far into the weeds, you might as well just make a custom one to begin with.

[phosfate]

Yeah, it would be easy enough to knock out an addition with balsa wood, or even popsicle sticks.

[crantz]

In another life we have a nice house with toy display rooms and a woodworking/craft shop for you to fuck around in.

[phosfate]

I call it the dining room. XD