Postbellum

Diamonelle is an experienced model.

This material is an overview of the July, August, and September, 2005 archives.
After the war, the Barbies and Pete's cronies moved on. Pansi was assaulted by the faceless Pendant Ken, but did not get his number. Angelon lost power, so Daisy divorced him. He took a job as football coach to the fledgeling Hobbesywood Bears, and Aubvey watched him from the stands, though she also kept up her letter-writing campaign to Tommy Tuberville. Tom the Lone Shark and Lobster Red refused to convert to Captism and returned to the sea. Blochalela occupied herself with her foundation. Influenced by large Captist donations, she began to call herself a "Captist-Christian," which Pansi didn't like much. Lobsterlela merely looked out over the ocean and pined. Colorful Parrot went to work for the Captists and finally began talking to April. But Mr. Banana, who took over from Pete as producer for NG4J, declined to marry Sissy, even after all she'd done for him, and put out an ad for a more traditional wife. Sissy was surprised, but tried to bear up and continued to see him.
This blog started an advice column called "Ask Pansi," though really anyone on the blog could answer. It advised many people, for instance RBUD, whose problem was his crush on Pansi.
But Pansi also wanted to help the citizens of Petesville, many of whom were struggling to survive. She teamed up with her ex-husband to raise funds for a cultural festival to alleviate spiritual starvation. The festival went off well. First, my statue, which had been pulled down when it came out that Kathryn was the brains behind my movies, was re-erected at the Blochalela Foundation, and I was honored for my role in the Resistance. Then some people went for a nature walk with April, while others toured the Arshmolean Museum with Toyplayer. The Barbies and Diamonelle were docents for a gallery tour and talk in the Blochalela Foundation Gallery. And finally, there was a spectacular fashion show. Well, at least it was a spectacle.

Weirsdo Responds to Karen

Are you happy now, Karen?

Karen, our high maintenance reader, has some concerns. For example, after seeing an outtake of the above scene, she first thought only one of Pansi's legs was visible and demanded a correction. After being asked to look again, she wrote, "And upon further review, I can clearly see Pansi is leaping through the air, thus proving her gymnastic excellence. However, the photographer's ability to frame the entire breathtaking scene is lacking."
That was an OUTTAKE, Karen. We provide the actual shot above, and hope it meets your exacting standards.

Diamonelle is NEVER ridiculous, even when clad in latex.

Karen also seems to have a preoccupation with cannons. A few days ago, she wrote, "And I don't care if Diamonelle sticks her head in a cannon. Her outfit looks ridiculous today." Yet when I, Mrs. Weirsdo, stuck MY head in a cannon, Karen did seem to care: "Besides, I'm much, much busier than weirsdo could ever be in her entire life. All she does is stick her head in a cannon and get blown apart. Over and over and over again. How incredibly dull."
I have some questions for you, Karen. Why do you care that I stick my head in a cannon (for some reason, the experience always blows me away, no matter how many times I try it), but you DON'T care if Diamonelle does it? Is that consistent?

Fianally, Karen erred when she took issue with Aubvey about whether or not Diamonelle's outfit had changed. Karen was right to tell Aubvey that Diamonelle has not always been seen in the same old thing on this blog, but she was wrong to say that on April 28th, "Diamonelle was distinctly wearing a white fishnet stocking cut apart and rolled-over for her outfit on that day." Diamonelle was wearing Pearnet, some styrofoam stuff that came with the Weirsdos' pears from Harry & David. Dr. Weirsdo doesn't just leave old WHITE fishnets lying around the house!

The Enemy Within

Footage of Mrs. Weirsdo's defeat taken by Dusty Doggy.

This material is from the June, 2005 archives.

Faltering under our constant, though unsuccessful, attacks and its own inadequacies, Pete's regime targeted the enemy within. NG4J was a fixture on all Stuffed Animal Planet channels. Indeterminacy, who had made threatening remarks about Barbie dismemberment, was harshly censured and accused of kidnapping Betty Boop, who later turned out to be merely the Argentinian woman to Indie's Governor Sanford, as it were. Mrs. Weirsdo, who was designated the "Queen of Hearts" on the regime's list of the top 52 enemies of the state, was captured by STUPID* in Finland and ineptly tortured in the Petesville jail. Fortunately, Sissy had slipped Mr. Banana a file, so when our gang created a diversion by attacking the jail, Mr. Banana and Mrs. Weirsdo escaped.
In response to oppression, the Captist religion, which worships a black cat named Christopher, became very popular. Around this time, I myself met and married a devout Captist named JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJjjjjjjjjjjjjj--
I'm sorry. I can't go on . . . must rest now

Mrs. Weirsdo here. I'm sorry to say that Hobbes' marriage to Julia proved so traumatic that to this day any reminder of her can bring on seizures. I will do my best to finish the post.
Hobbes married Julia. She took care of Annie and Anastasia, who had been neglected by their dynamic mother, Kathryn, and the two girls, with their friend, Julia's granddaughter Lavender,** became model Captist young ladies. Julia and Hobbes also adopted another child, Checkers.
One day Annie, Anastasia, and Lavender visited President Pete, prattled about the healing power of Captism, and left him comforting religious tracts. He had a change of heart, converted to Captism, and stepped down as dictator.
Soon after, Pete and Pansi were divorced. She was too busy being a megastar to notice much.

*Storm Troopers Undercover Pretty-good Intelligence Detail
**From a youthful indiscretion never publicized.

Love and Death

Sissy visits Mr. Banana at his new residence.
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

This material is from the May, 2005 archives.
President Pete changed the name of Hobbesywood to Petesville, although the entertainment district was still known as Hobbesywood. But my brother had enemies. Sam the Purple Jam, who was deposed as President of Hobbesywood, joined forces with Sam Overalls (even though HE had been deposed by Sam the Purple Jam), and me. We formed a resistance, and started a revolution. Our gang never won any battles, but we were good at running away when things didn't go well, so we kept on fighting.
Conditions in Petesville went from bad to worse, but Hobbesywood was closely guarded, and life there went on much as usual. The Barbies became involved in various unpromising relationships. Despite rumors of her liaison with a cave troll (she claimed to be doing community service), Pansi married Pete and became First Lady of Petesville. Not to be outdone, Daisy married Angelon, the power behind the throne. Blochalela had an adulterous affair with Tom the Lone Shark. April stalked Colorful Parrot, a spy for Pete, and Lobsterlela stalked Lobster Red, a mines expert. Brittney had trysts with the Beast, a shadowy underworld figure. Under hypnosis by the self-styled therapist and spiritual advisor, Brown Bear Brownie, Emrald explored the racier moments of her past lives. Sissy used her connections to have Mr. Banana, who was incarcerated, moved to the Petesville jail. Aubvey continued to be obsessed with Tommy Tuberville. And the Doo-Doos, of course, were soulmates. Doo-Doo Girl explored her artistic side, while Doo-Doo Man, who now called himself "Dr. Doo-Doo," found his business was better than ever.

Hobbesywood, a History

Diamonelle, still a superstar.
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

(This material is from the April, 2005 archives.)
NG4J reached superstardom during what became known as Hobbesywood's Golden Age. The Golden Age was bound up with my own biography.
Early in my life, my brother Pete exploded our mother and tried to kill me. He was sent to jail, and I made my way to Melvilleton, (now Petesville), where I married a very clever cat named Kathryn.
Kathryn had a wonderfully creative mind, but she was shy, and she encouraged me to take credit for the terrific films she scripted. These films were so successful that Melvilleton was renamed Hobbesywood, in my honor. Kathryn and I adopted twins, Annie and Anastasia, and Hobbesywood became a glittering entertainment mecca. But alas, the good times were shortlived.
First, word leaked out that Kathryn was the brains behind my movies. People were upset. I got depressed, and Kathryn and I got a divorce. Not sure whether I was coming or going, I went into politics.
Around that time Tom the Lone Shark got my brother Pete out of jail--no one knows how. Pete formed a gang, ran for president using nefarious tactics, and won. The evil puppet Angelon filled his head with megalomaniacal ideas. My brother became a brutal dictator.

Along Came Diamonelle

More relevant today.
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

NG4J was so successful that they hired a singer /understudy/babysitter for Joon/token minority. Her name was Diamonelle, and her brother, gangsta rapper Q Bic Zirconium, had shot her feet off with an automatic rifle.
Fortunately, by that time Blochalela had started the Blochalela Foundation to help all sorts of differently abled beings, and they were able to fit Diamonelle with prosthetic boots.
She was widely acknowledged to be the only member of NG4J with any real talent.

Ask Minnie Strator about the Preceding Post

The spectacularly irrelevant Diamonelle.

Our frenemy, Dr. Minnie Strator, wishes to address yesterday's comments:

Tom & Icy write, "This is like deja vu, I'm confused all over again."

Great use of French, Tom and Icy! It is totally o. k. to have a different learning style! Remember, there are no right answers, and everyone's contributions are equally valid!

Doug said, "Small correction, though. In the beginning it was Veryred University they all flunked or dropped out of, wasn't it?"

Interesting idea, Doug, and Auburn and Veryred State are VERY closely linked. Why don't you refer to the text again and let us know if you still feel that's the interpretation you choose to hold?

Karen said...

Thank you Hobbes. So far,

1. Dick Dummy is obviously not a dummy, but a product of a confused professor. This left poor Daisy no other choice than to become an Auburn drop-out.

So wonderful that you thought to thank Hobbes, Karen! And your response is rich with possibilities! As Shakespeare himself said, "What's in a name?" I personally couldn't agree more about Dr. Weirsdo, though it's possible something more sinister than confusion is at work there. As for Daisy, her choice is, of course, as valid as any other choice, and I agree that we shouldn't judge her, so perhaps the pejorative "drop-out" might not be the strongest choice here? At the same time, you are right to suggest that we might want to ask whether other choices might have been more available to her had Dr. Weirsdo and his ilk not received tenure. Excellent response all round.

2. Only one of Pansi's legs is above the box, therefore the caption should read, "Above the box: Pansi's leg."

Are you sure, Karen? Of course, it might be just one, extremely long leg, so good for you for having true creative vision.
But you might want to have your eyes checked, just in case.

3. I'm concerned for the well-being of Mall Diva and Toyplayer.

I couldn't agree more. Those children are forced to abide by the Weirsdos' rigid, imperialistic notions about "good" and "bad" behavior, and are not allowed to allocate their time as they choose, but forced to practice, homeschool, or do other "enriching" activities 24/7. It's simply child abuse. Why can't they just be kids, like Joon?

Once Upon a Time on Stuffed Animal Planet

NG4J outtake. Above the box: Pansi's legs. On the box: Blochalela, Joon, Doo-Doo Man, Daisy. In front of the box: Sissy, April, Doo-Doo Girl, Brittney, Lobsterlela, Aubvey. Seated: Emrald.

(Jan., Feb., and March, 2005 covered.)
Once upon a time, shortly after Dubya's election,* there were a number of Christinane** people who became dolls. All the girls except Joon were Barbies.*** Here are their names and backgrounds:
Pansi, the leader, was raised in poverty with numerous siblings by a dissolute mom and a series of stepdads. She married Dick Dummy, who failed one of Dr. Weirsdo's courses at Auburn. They had and adopted lots of kids, including Mary and Arshmol, who later went to live with Dr. and Mrs. Weirsdo, their biological parents, and changed their names to Mall Diva and Toyplayer, respectively. Pansi also fought with other dolls in the War of the Ring, where she was not much use until she began making lethal fruitcakes. While in Gondor, she fell in love with a cave troll and had twins with him.
Daisy, Pansi's sister, was adopted by an upper-middle-class family and became spoiled, snobby, and avaricious. She went to college at Auburn before dropping out to marry Pigface, a Mafia hitman who tried unsuccessfully to knock her off before going away to be transgendered.
Blochalela, Pansi's physically challenged daughter, who married Poison Loser (lead singer for a rock band much admired by Pansi), had a large family, and lived unhappily in the trailer next to Pansi's after Poison Loser left her.
Doo-Doo Man, a drug dealer.
Doo-Doo Girl, the girl he lifted over the middle school fence one day because she was his soulmate.
Joon, their daughter, who kept hamsters and was addicted to TV and videogames.
Aubvey, a rabid Auburn fan who attended the university until forced to drop out because of debts arising from her gambling addiction. She was obsessed with Tommy Tuberville and his Tigers.
Brittney, a Goth who uncomfortably combined her satanism with the recognition that if Jesus could make Pansi a superstar, He could do anything.
Emrald, a spiritual seeker who uncomfortably combined her belief in reincarnation and her own varied past lives with Christinanity.
April, who uncomfortably combined her tree-hugging love of nature with her yen for material comforts.
Sissy, a Mafia moll linked to one Mr. Banana (a Frodo doll).
Lobsterlela, who lost a brother and a bicycle early in life and never got over it.
As Barbies, all the dolls were gorgeous, permanently 17 (Doo-Doo Man was permanently 21, Mr. Banana in midlife), and able to do gymnastics. Also, like all Barbies, they liked to go around naked, so they moved to Stuffed Animal Planet, and their show, Barbie House, was born. Shortly afterwards, the name was changed to the catchier Naked Gymnastics for Jesus.

*His election in 2004, not the appointment in 2000.
**Twice the hate, half the Jesus (love of self only).
***Or Barbie knock-offs. We don't discriminate.

For Karen

Diamonelle: Irrelevant differently abled supermodel.

Karen's mental problems, as evident in her comments, include excitability ("flipping out"), disorientation ("confused"), and unreasoning aversion ("disgusted"). She also seems to have narcolepsy ("zzzzz") and amnesia and / or an identity crisis ("I also forgot what my name is supposed to be today").
What's-her-face has been crying out for help long enough. We send her a big War Eagle ; )
And we will retell the ENTIRE story of Stuffed Animal Planet in just a few short posts, beginning tomorrow.
Just for you, Whosy-whatsy.

Summer Shortage

The fabulously irrelevant Diamonelle.
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

Dear Blog Reader(s),
When Mall Diva went off to Tanglewood, she left us many photos of Diamonelle, but no new material on "Gone with the Captists." We therefore cannot continue that saga at this time, and will have to engage in ordinary blogging, accompanied by Mall Diva's fabulous but totally irrelevant photography.
If that does not appeal to you, please leave us stimulating questions, comments, invitations, memes, and we will respond to the best of our ability.
On Mall Diva's return we will pick up the thread of "Gone with the Captists" where we left off.
Thank you for your patience.
Your editor,
Hobbes

Weirsdo Roundup: Aubvey Jean is not His Girl

Aubvey Jean Winslow, whose middle name has only recently come to light, tells us that her distaste for the late Michael Jackson cannot be too widely known. Even if the Cheesemeister could afford him, Aubvey stated in a recent therapy session, she would not like him in a box. She does not feel he is a fox. She does not like him, Dr. Yam. She does not like that dancing man!
President Obama, of course, is another story. . . .

Weirsdo Roundup: Emrald Generates Drama

Will Emrald outshine Diamonelle? Stuffed Animal Planetarians doubt it, but only time will tell.

When Emrald again fooled around with the Atlantean Energy Generator (against everyone's strict orders) and accidentally transported the Alien Chestburster to the Netherworld, there were tremors of concern. Fortunately the Alien appears to have been merely starstruck. There is speculation that it undertook the arduous journey to the Netherworld on the basis of glowing Meekmok descriptions of NG4J in their heyday.
Whatever the truth may be, the Alien has reportedly agreed to take on the villain's role in a theatrical re-vile-val of the Amanda McKittrick Ros project originally intended as a screenplay for Pansi. If the VILE awards include the equivalent of a Tony, we believe this will be a shoo-in.

Weirsdo Roundup: Pansi's Influence

Diamonelle: serenely above the fray.
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

In response to some ill-informed journalists and biased fans of Diamonelle who have characterized Pansi as a has-been with a "limp" career, the Empress of Evangelism notes her recent influence on the Italian prime minister.

Weirsdo Roundup: Pansi's Missed Opportunity

When Amanda McKittrick Ros offered to pen a screenplay for Pansi, the former cultural icon was appalled. No way could she read all those big words! Unfortunately the sensitive creative spirit of Ms. Ros took offense at Pansi's response, perhaps not fully understanding that Pansi meant literally unreadable (for Pansi), not literarily unreadable, which is Mrs. Weirsdo's judgment of Ms. Ros' work. In any event, the project was cancelled.
Was this a fortunate save or a missed opportunity? Stuffed Animal Planet's premier romance writer, Chemise Torn, who is a great admirer of Ms. Ros' writing, was able to obtain a fragment of the manuscript before it was consigned to oblivion, so now our readers can judge for themselves. This brief passage is from the conclusion. Ondine (to have been played by Pansi) is a mermaid, rejecting for the last time her squid admirer (which was to have been Soggy's role).

Squid [Soggy] (expiring): Ondine! Odoriferous one! Only place your conch-like organ of audition in propinquitous proximity to one of my gill-feeding cardiac chambers once more! Let me caress the scaly skin of your nether region with my elongated flexible grasping organs!
Ondine [Pansi]: Touch me not with your muscular hydrostats, monstrous mollusc of malice, tentaculous tarantula of terror! The targeted torpedoes of your submarine of lust dare not destroy the dauntlessly destined battleship of true beloveds, scattering their scarlet remains over the azure expanse of oceans incarnadined!

Lettre d'amour*

Mon cher François,
Nous ne nous conaissons pas, mais je m'appelle Franc, à peu près comme toi! Je suis un lapin bien cultivé et assez fameux sur la Planète des Bêtes Etouffées, surtout pour mon haute couture. Je cherche un ami cultivé qui aime les meilleures choses que la vie nous offre, et quand je t'ai vu, avec tes baguettes et ton vin, j'ai senti que nos âmes étaient d'accords, bien que nous habitons deux mondes bien séparés.
Je te dit franchement que tu n'es pas du tout à la mode, mais si tu me laisserais, je pourrais te faire une étoile beaucoup plus brillante que Pansi. (D'abord, il faut perdre le moustache horrible!)
Si ça t'interesse, tu peux me répondre à Créations FRANC, Hobbesywood d'Ouest, Planète des Bêtes Etouffées. Mon coeur bat déja avec espoir et, peut-être, amour. . .
A bientôt chéri,
FRANC

*English translation:
My dear Francis,
We do not know each other, but my name is Franc, a bit like yours! I am a very cultivated rabbit, and fairly famous on Stuffed Animal Planet, especially for my fashion designs. I am looking for a cultivated friend who likes the finer things in life, and when I saw you, with your baguettes and your wine, I felt that our souls were in harmony, even though we live in two very separate worlds.
I tell you candidly that you are not at all in fashion, but if you would let me, I could make you a much brighter star than Pansi. (First you must lose that horrible mustache!)
If that interests you, you can respond to me at FRANC Creations, West Hobbesywood, Stuffed Animal Planet. My heart already beats with hope and, perhaps, love. . .
See you soon, dahling,
FRANC

Weirsdo Roundup: NG4J Dreams

Diamonelle: Another Pansi nightmare?
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

Want to know what's in the secret depths of former NG4J gymvangelists? What better way than to check out their dreams here (the Doo-Doos), here (Emrald), here, and here and here (Pansi, whose dreams are more important).
Of course, when awake, Pansi still dreams that one day SOMEONE will build her a decent TWELVE steps. After all, Netherworlders rebuilt an entire baseball stadium not long ago, and they did it quickly, even with Pooh helping.

Weirsdo Roundup: Doo-Doo Man Struck by Reef Madness?

After this photo of Doo-Doo Man celebrating his successful use of a blow gun was published, a wave of ugly rumors swept over the universe like a smack of jellyfish. Why was the diminutive juvenile, Sponge Bob, accompanying the nude, self-styled "doctor"? Is he, like so many child stars, under too much pressure, afraid of washing up, and succumbing to lure of the "doctor's" infamous bait? Is Doo-Doo Man, after years of supposed attachment to Doo-Doo Girl, coming out of his shell and openly plunging into a taboo relationship? And if so, is it only with Sponge Bob, or with a whole sleeze of sponges?
Our brains are aswim with possibilities, and we can only hope the tabloid sharks will soon school us in the particulars of this budding relationship. Suffice to say, something fishy may be going on.

Weirsdo Roundup: Brittney, Lady Madonna

For those of you who don't get out much and had not heard, the civic-minded Brittney has become a mother to triplets of a sort.
At first, motherhood seemed to inspire the satanist super-DJ to new heights.
Recently, however, Brittney has been enjoying some post partum expression--at longtime companion Quorthon's expense. Can the erstwhile couple's issues be resolved without Whoop Ass? Which of their children's many relatives will receive custody, and at what price? And what will the Master of Brittney's Dreams think of her liaison with his son?
We don't know about you, but we will be tearing ourselves away from the Michael Jackson hype and getting our priorities straight so as not to miss a single detail of this unfolding tragedy.

Weirsdo Roundup: Pansi and the Green-Eyed Model

Diamonelle, quiet in triumph.
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

FYI: Diamonelle was sincerely surprised and grieved to read of Pansi's jealousy, and graciously wishes the temperamental former megastar gymvangelist nothing but the best in the Netherworld. "Lord knows it ain't easy to start over from a total breakdown of everything an' all like what she went through," said the ambulatorily challenged Stuffed Animal Planet superdiva. "I don't judge her. Until we've scooted a mile on her naked purple butt, I don't guess none of us should throw the first stone. Ya feel me?"

Weirsdo Roundup: There's No Place Like Home

We're back. It was a lot of driving, and Grandma Weirsdoer had moved unexpectedly, but everybody was basically fine, and Toyplayer kept us entertained by reading THE LIGHTNING THIEF, THE TALE OF TROY, and the WINNIE-THE-POOH books aloud (I have promised Dr. Weirsdo an essay on Winnie-the-Pooh and Levinas at some point). As usual we ate well, especially at the Bonefish Grill in Tulsa (Grandparents Weirsdo treated) and, after a planned detour especially for this purpose, the Pasta Factory in Columbia, MO (HA treated). HA enjoyed visiting her friends and relations and Toyplayer and I enjoyed videos of the HORNBLOWER books with Grandma Weirsdoer, but since Ioan Gruffudd was unavailable, we did return to Dr. Weirsdo. (Only joking. Really.)
The only really exciting time was on our way back to Kansas City from Tulsa. Just north of Chanute, KS, the sky went black, and seeing several crows flying away from it, I cheerfully explained to Toyplayer that this was the origin of the term "storm-crow," often applied to Gandalf in THE LORD OF THE RINGS. Several minutes later, just south of Iola and no longer able to see the telephone poles toppling over like toothpicks because the driving rain completely obscured vision on all sides, we huddled in the car as it rocked back and forth in the wind and was pelted by hail, not feeling quite so cheerful. When I was once again able to see the white lines on either side of the road (SR 169, two lanes at that point), I found I was parked diagonally across both lanes. After about twenty minutes, it was all but over, and we resumed, happy not to have taken an impromptu journey to the Land of Oz.
For other Kansas news with a link to characters on this blog, see here.

Ask Weirsdo: Lobsterlelipendence

We will be leaving sexy pool boy Dr. Weirsdo to care for the Weirsdo mansion.
Originally uploaded by weirsdo

Like Diamonelle, Toyplayer, HA, and I will soon be drifting away, but we will be on a whirlwind visit to the Grandparents Weirsdo and Grandma Weirsdoer. This blog will be on hiatus until we come back, around July 10th.

After we explained about Blochalela and the Ataraxia Foundation (btw, you can find out about the word "ataraxia" here), RBUD wanted to be reminded what happened to Lobsterlela.
Lobsterlela went to live with Kyahgirl in the canola fields of Calgary, RBUD. She was promised a muscular personal trainer and plenty of alone time to grieve between training sessions. Once there, she apparently provoked a nervous breakdown in her personal trainer, but shared her troubles with her exotic Russian companion, Ivana. No doubt the experience furthered her overall goal of deepening her acting talent.
We wish everyone a happier independence than Lobsterlela is likely to achieve.

Ask Weirsdo: Festering Discontent

After last post, Flipping Out wrote:

Ataraxia Foundation.
I'm completely confused and utterly disgusted. Do I now have to be a linguist to catch up on this story line?
Mr. DOG, can you tell Dr. Doo Doo that Weirsdo's link isn't working?

We can't allow such discontent to fester in any reader.
F. O., Blochalela is Pansi's differently abled daughter, who became a gorgeous superstar (she and Pansi, like all the Barbies, are permanently 17) and an advocate for the differently abled once she joined Naked Gymnastics for Jesus and moved to Stuffed Animal Planet. You can read Blochalela's bio here.
Blochalela established the Blochalela Foundation, which helped all kinds of Stuffed Animal Planet denizens, even trolls. Brown Bear Brownie, spiritual advisor to NG4J and especially Emrald, was affiliated with the Foundation, as was pharmaceutical researcher and entrepreneur, Dr. Doo-Doo. The Foundation also maintained an art gallery. You can read Blochalela's resume here.
Towards the end of the Captist-UnCaptist War, relations between Pansi and Blochalela became strained, as Blochalela, appalled by the bloodshed, broadened her Christinane views and embraced a more ecumenical theology. This was mentioned in passing in these annals.
When NG4J broke up, Josephine in A* Minor, who is affiliated with the Ataraxia Foundation, offered Blochalela an undefined role there. You can visit their website here. This is the last report we got about Blochalela, though Josephine also said this to me in a comment (Josephine is "Anonymous").

I'm not sure which link you mean, F. O. The one to your website makes Safari shut down, but I can access you on Explorer. In any case, Doo-Doo Man is hardly a reliable conduit for news or information.