Christmas Crafts , Early Presents and Ridiculously Hunky Greeks.

I just couldn't wait to give my sweet, sick little Mia her Christmas present this year: the custom 'ZomBarbie' you see to your left. I actually wanted to make this for her for her birthday, but ran out of time. In fact, I was worried I wouldn't have the time to do it for Christmas. But once I got started on it, it went rather quickly. The hardest part was severing Barbie's arm. I used my heavy-duty crafting clippers and it still took several tries from a few different angles to get it, but I think the mangled stump turned out quite well. And the smear on the box's plastic (the result of not-quite-dry paint) was a rather happy accident.

Now, before you think we're both completely insane (as if you don't already), one of the things my co-worker and I bonded on immediately was our love of the zombie genre. And my regular readers know how much I loves me some good zombie-related content. And Mia, a lover of Batman comics and Zombie movies, recognized a kindred soul as soon as we met. Of course, our fellow co-workers think we're absolutely bonkers (and perhaps we are), but they understand (or at least pretend to) our special relationship. And honestly, what else do a gay man of a certain age and 20+ years younger straight woman have to bond about? (Don't answer that question, thank you.)

Mia made me the amazing Teddy-Z a few years ago, and has warned me that her forthcoming gift to me may well cement out reputations as the office loonies (I can't wait to see what she's planning), but I don't care.

And honestly, there is something quite cathartic about turning an American Icon into its antithesis. All I really cared about was making a friend happy at Christmas. Mia's exceptionally enthusiastic response (she immediately posted this picture of it on Facebook) to her gift was well worth the effort it took to make it.

And now, on to the completely unrelated second half of this post. 

While I still haven't seen last year's critically reviled remake of Clash of the Titans, I must admit to being quite excited by the trailer for its completely unnecessary sequel Wrath of the Titans. Do Liam Neesom, Ralph Fiennes and Sam Worthintgton really need the money? I neither know nor care, I just want to see how ridiculous this movie might be.

And how many films need to use Marilyn Manson's cover of "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" in their trailers? As my friend Megan is wont to say, "Que Queso!"

More, anon.
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Zombetsy

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If you look at the list of blogs Uncle P reads regularly, you find a link to April Winchell's hilarious site, Regretsy. April pokes fun at some of the nonsense that goes on over at Etsy, a site for crafters and makers to sell their wares. She's particularly good at pointing out frauds and re-sellers, but is best at pointing out some of really ridiculous crap people try to sell on the site.

But Etsy actually does have some true artists who make and sell some lovely and interesting things. Today, my zombie-loving co-worker Mia sent me a link to a zombie item on Etsy and I suddenly found myself exploring page after page of items Etsy has liked to the word "zombies." And while I was going to post about the Halloween re-release of Lucio Fulci's Zombie (I'll do that tomorrow), I thought I'd share some of the amusing and disturbing items I found there. So, without further ado, here's a sampling of the zombie-related items I liked best on Etsy:

A Perfect Spaghetti Plate

Zombies Wobble But They Don't Fall Down

This Is Based on the 'Residental Evil' Movies

Wanna Ride?

Hello Dolly?

I'd Post This Sign

A T-Shirt

I'd Actually Wear This One

A Laptop Decal

When Did They Visit Uncle P's Garden?

How Romantic!

 Of course, there are lots and lots of zombie Evil You Know What things available, but I didn't post any pictures of them in deference to Dear D, my sister and Mia, herself -- all coulrophobic zombie-lovers.

If you visit Etsy, there are also many wonderful non-zombie items for sale, as well. Remember, there are only 74 shopping days until Christmas...

More, anon.

Prospero