St. Peter the Captist

To Annie’s complete surprise, Hobbes Junior, who had never shown anything but scorn towards devout Captists, had a large portrait of St. Peter the Captist* printed and hung in the baby’s nursery.

*Peter the Captist was Mrs. Weirsdo's cat, and a prophet of Christopher.

Menagerie

and Hobbes Junior bought his daughter a puppy and a kitten.

Competition for Dr. Weirsdo?

Their daughter also had all sorts of books,

Belated Happy Thanksgiving

and a little kitchen, where she once "made" an entire Captist Thanksgiving dinner for Grandma Julia.

Toyland

The baby had wonderful little toys,

Competition for Mall Diva?

and Hobbes Junior even had a tiny piano made for his doll baby.

Made Just the Right Size . . .

for the baby.

Captist Princess

with lovely miniature furniture . . .

Back to the Nursery

The nursery was filled . . .

Mall Diva Excuses

Diamonelle NEVER needs an excuse.

Mall Diva has not been able to supply further "Gone with the Captists" material because she has been busy successfully auditioning for lessons with this teacher at NSU, who accepted her and gave her a scholarship (half-price lessons). He also said she was a "natural violinist," which reminded me that Ysaye told Gingold's mom the same thing.* And Mr. S. cautioned against pushing Mall Diva into international competitions too early (!) This does not mean she is accepted to his studio at NSU, however, so she still has a lot of work to do. We hope she might have a little time for the Captists tomorrow.
Mrs. Weirsdo

*On the other hand, who the heck is Mr. S. kidding, "natural violinist"? HE didn't sit through the screaming.

Paternal Indulgence

Hobbes Junior went out to the most expensive toy stores in Hobbesywood--even the Arshmolean Gyfte Shoppe--and bought the doll the most foolish little things, and he had a beautiful little nursery made just for her.

Father Knows Best

Nurse Malibu? I fired her an hour ago.
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The first time the little doll got sick, Hobbes Junior summoned three doctors to the house, and he was constantly discharging nurses who simply were not good enough for his child.

Hobbes Junior: Parent or Pariah?

To Annie’s complete surprise, the novelty of fatherhood did not wear off. Hobbes Junior thought his daughter completely marvelous, and would buttonhole dolls and animals on the street to relate details of his dolly’s miraculous progress.

Who Would Have Thought?

Whoever would have thought that Hobbes Junior, of all bears, would be so shamelessly, so openly proud of fatherhood? Especially in view of the embarrassing circumstance that his first-born was a girl doll, not a boy bear.

Annie Puzzles

Anastasia, of course, adored the child and was constantly coming over to their house to take care of it. But it was Hobbes Junior’s behavior which was really puzzling, and upset many notions about him.

Better than Expected

to a little doll. Annie, who had at first been horrified when she learned she was going to have a baby, found she liked her daughter more than she had expected.

The Proud Parents

About a year after Annie's marriage to Hobbes Junior, she gave birth . . .

Return to "Gone with the Captists"

Diamonelle's photo shoot was almost as long as "Gone with the Captists."
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When we left "Gone with the Captists," Hobbes Jr. had just laughed at Annie for accepting his suggestion of naming her store "Caveat Emptorium."
Can their marriage be saved? Stay tuned.

Weirsdo Roundup: Pansi Trials

Diamonelle poses with Franc and Violet in an irrelevant publicity shot for Franc's summer collection.

Pansi never has a moment's peace in the Netherworld. To view her complaints about undead Barbies, Halloween festivities, and cats, click on the links provided. And if anyone wants to tell us, we'd be interested in how the Fall Festival turned out.

Weirsdo Roundtrip: From the Top

This is the last picture of Diamonelle in the pool. But don't worry, we have many other irrelevant shots of her.

We had fun going to Atlanta last night and seeing the FROM THE TOP taping at Emory. Moony led the Emory Youth Symphony very well and played a beautiful solo. Also, one of Mall Diva's acquaintances from Tanglewood played a solo on the bass, and another was in the orchestra cello section. The second violinist of the Harlem Quartet, a FROM THE TOP alum, played a gorgeous Brahms sonata movement. You can hear it all on NPR the week of Dec. 7.
In related news, we wish Hard Solo well in his preparation for the Montreal International Competition.

Weirsdo Roundup: Christopher Miracle

Diamonelle can walk on water, even though she has no feet. And you, Liquid Bling?

Christopher has recently appeared to Lambkin, Lammy's daughter, in the Light. He tried to give Lambkin directions to her family, but the language barrier was insuperable.

Weirsdo Roundup: Brown Bear Brownie Confidential

Diamonelle has never turned to Brown Bear Brownie for aid or comfort of any sort.

To my fellow spiritual guides:
In this issue of my newsletter, I want to focus on the virtues of reverse psychology. It is a great tool, but some of my colleagues are reluctant to use it or encourage their patients to, because they equate it with lying, deception, and manipulation.
To all of which I say a big "So what?"
I can't tell you the number of times I have told females to pretend to be enthusiastic toward maniacal scientists who were stalking them, and it always goes the same way: the scientists lose their heads, turn into monsters, and basically just fall into a deep well. Then the females can go back to their normal lives of teaching, getting high with guys who have sandwich heads, losing their daughters in the Light and going after them, or what have you.
On the other side of the coin, I have often told attractive female patients what a bad idea it is to pursue an intimate relationship with their therapists. This ennobles me in their eyes, but at the same time it plants a little seed, and by the time the seed grows into a mighty oak, so to speak, and the acorns are ready to pick, so to speak, believe it or not the bimbos actually feel guilty for corrupting MY professional ethics--which of course only makes the sex that much hotter!
So if you're a timid therapist with "scruples," by all means stick to your weenie ways, but don't expect amazing results, and please don't come to MY couch to whine about how you're not getting any!*

Your Spiritual Counselor,
Brown Bear Brownie

*Should you find yourself making an appointment, remember to chalk it up to another successful deployment of reverse psychology!