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 Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 1:39 pm
 Cornelius
Ixxie Mizerlou
I Wish to Dance Naked in the Moonlight
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:21 pm
Reserved for About Cornelius
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:30 pm
Reserved for about family
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:47 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 1:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 2:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 2:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 3:55 pm
The Wish
The morning of the strange occurrence in Ixxie Mizerlou’s life happened to be a Tuesday. She woke later than she usually did, falling out of bed around noon instead of six am. The woman had started getting used to getting up earlier seeing as her son, Phineas, tended to want to be out and about or in the library or something, and she had to get that stuff done with him before three when she opened the shop. However, today she wasn’t planning on opening it (she planned on taking a drive with her son later on), and Phineas was staying with her friend Charlie since the boy had wanted to hang with Charlie’s niece and nephews overnight.
Stretching, the woman dragged herself up off the floor and went about her morning routine as usual. She was planning on going to pick up Phineas and was just walking out the doors towards her car when the pink haired lady spotted something odd. On the ground before her were chalk white arrows leading somewhere beyond her front steps. What the heck? Um okay, lessee where they go. Being as the woman was the only one in the house and those hadn’t been there yesterday when she took Phineas out, so they were obviously directing her somewhere.
The woman didn’t quite pay attention to how long she was slowly striding down the path laid out before her but she did realize when she reached their destination, so to speak. Continuing onward, she smiled a bit as she semi-recognized the location and the method she’d been brought there by. They were the words of a poem she’d become fond of on this planet, having accidentally stumbled upon the poem books by that author when looking through the library for art books and design ideas. The tattooist had become rather fond of that poem and the others she’d found so it was rather nice and amusing to see one come to life a bit.
“Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, for the children, they mark, and the children, they know the place where the sidewalk ends.” The tattooist recited the verse from memory as she walked forward into the strange place, somewhat wondering why she’d been brought there.
Eventually, she managed to find her way to the base of the Wishing Tree and ended up finding a funny fruit fallen beneath it. With a shrug the woman knelt and picked it up to bite in. Being a rather quirky person, most desires in Isabella’s head were whimsical and odd, rather than for anything in particular. As far as she knew there wasn’t anything she really wanted or needed besides the odd random desire – which is what ended up being chosen. A wish to dance naked in the moonlight was what was granted, as the woman soon found out.
Before the woman’s eyes a child seemed to materialize. He was feathered, had big yellow eyes and small spectacles and a necklace of lightbulbs. Blinking at him and looking down at the fruit in her hand, the woman shrugged and held it out to the toddling. No reason not to share, now was there?
The pudgy boy grinned happily at the pink haired tattooist and reached out, taking the fruit from her and munging on it as she walked over to pick him up.
“Looks like Phineas has gotten himself a brother. I shall have to think of something equally cute and dorky to call you……hrrrrrm………” and with that, the woman carried the small one home from the place where the sidewalk ends and back to her home. When she actually did pick Phineas up, she’d decided to call the moonkin child Cornelius, and though the older boy was slightly surprised to have a sibling now, the pair took a liking to each other immediately. How neat.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 11:37 am
Bonding and Toys - Part 1
Bonding time, a special thing between families. Be it cooking together, playing sports, or…raiding a toy store? Now, one could not say that Phineas and Cornelius were the most spoiled or even sporty children. Truthfully, the pair had very few actual ‘toys’ at home. Their playthings usually consisted of the books they found or art projects with their mother, and money that would be spent on toys and games with other children was used more for going out or purchasing odds and ends to use for these art projects. However, Miss Mizerlou felt it necessary for her boys to at least have one or two toys about to amuse themselves with and keep active when she had to work rather than having to content themselves with trying to take apart her appliances.
So it was that she had taken the boys to the local large toy warehouse. It was filled with all sorts of things from the simple sort like jacks to crazy complicated like easy bake ovens or science kits. As part of their new ‘project’, Ixxie had told the boys to look in the simple active toys – things like jump ropes and whatnot – and pick something out that they liked. They were under orders to pick out something very simple in design and look since they were going to be ‘enhancing’ it. That usually meant, where their mother was concerned, that the items they chose were going to get doodled on, spangled up, and made just a tad more interesting.
Cornelius – the more active of the two – had gone off in search of a ball immediately. The boy liked the idea of being able to get a nice big bouncy ball that he could draw things all over and use for silly games. Had he wanted blocks or a toy boat, his mother would have gotten out a plank of wood and given the child a lesson in how to use a saw. But a big rubber ball? Now that Isabella could not produce so fast and so he sought it out.
The elder and more thoughtful of the pair, Phineas decided on something else his mother could not make for him. He spent some time looking at jump ropes and puzzles but both of those were easily over ruled – already the boy was able to reason what could and could not be made at home much better. A jump rope was merely a fancy cord – one his mother could find a better one of – and two handles – something that could easily be made of wood. And a puzzle? It was merely a board with a computer digitized image upon it that was cut up and had to be put together. They could have a much more unique one just by having Ixxie get the right kind of board and the trio drawing pictures upon it before cutting it up. No he, like his brother, deigned it would be better to pick up something his mother could not as easily make with them. But, unlike Corne, he wanted something he could spangle up more without ruining its proper use. One couldn’t put fake gems on a ball without affecting how it bounced.
He was just about to give up as not having found something productive when the boy passed a wrack of strange round plastic objects. Pulling a plain white one out, he found it to be a hoop of some sort – a hula hoop? How neat! Deciding on that item as his prize, the moose return to his mother and smiled, showing her the item.
“Hula hoop, huh? Plenty of neat things we can do with it, though we’ll have to make sure to keep it balanced on both sides.” Ixxie commented, turning it on its side and checking for bends or breaks. In stores such things tended to happen but this one seemed to be good – and its color was just right to be painted over.
After a while, both boys were walking out of the store with their prizes. A giant smooth rubber ball for one and the hula hoop for the other. The next destination on their journey was the arts and crafts store. After that trip was when the real bonding would begin.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 1:36 pm
Bonding and Toys - Part 2
The trip to the arts and crafts store had been short but productive for the trio, in search of things to decorate and customize their new playthings. They already had many things at the house for art projects and whatnot but Ixxie was decidedly out of wood planks, among other things, and she’d wanted to make them a few other items to mess around with. Even so, shopping hadn’t taken long and the boys and their mother were soon home again to work on their project.
Painting the toys happened first. Since they were going to start with airbrushing on a base coat, Ixxie needed to be able to take them outside and work on that since the paint fumes and such in their small home wasn’t healthy and they needed to do the outdoor portion before nightfall. Setting up the machines and showing her toddlers how to work them didn’t take more than an hour and a half, the boys were soon poking about with the airbrush, taking turns and having a grand old time.
Some would consider it a good idea to finish up the coloration for them where they missed spots or messed up by splotching on too much, but Isabella left it as is. Her boys could pride themselves on the fact that they’d done it themselves, without any help besides the initial instruction and showing them how to adjust the equipment when they messed up or forgot how to work the tools. The painting was theirs, faults and all.
Next they went inside to do the more simple work. In Cornelius’s case, it was working with a smaller and more detailed paintbrush to try and get little designs and workings in on the spherical toy he’d picked up. In the case of his sibling, it was wrapping ribbons around some parts of his hoop and bedazzling it in some areas (though minus the over priced machinery.) Ixxie moved about between the two, making sure they were careful with their tools, assisting where an extra pair of hands was needed, and just generally monitoring the activity. It warmed her heart to see them having a good time doing something creative. The boys weren’t particularly artsy type people but they had fun with their crafts and such as much as she did.
After a good few hours of this sort of thing, the woman decided it was time to clean up and take a break for a while. Their projects needed to dry, and the boys needed a chance to relax and do something else, lest they become bored too fast, and Ixxie needed to make dinner. So while she got up to see what could be made – tonight it looked like baked chicken – the boys stretched out on either end of the sofa for a nap. It’d been a tiring but fun way to spend most of the day.
The rest of the evening seemed to prove the project wasn’t getting picked up again that night. Phineas picked up whatever novel he’d been in the middle of to begin reading again, and Cornelius went over to the area he’d designated as his ‘work zone’ to start fiddling with some broken appliances his mother had gotten for him to take apart. Ixxie herself went to start some sketches for a puzzle she had decided they should make at some point. After that, the three went out onto their little back porch to watch the stars till bedtime rolled around.
The following morning, Ixxie had to work so the boys were left to their usual activities till she got home to help them finish their toys. Her shop was just off of their home, so the boys were easily monitored and she could check on them frequently between customers. It wasn’t until she’d closed up for the day that they finally got back to their projects.
Before too long the boys had their toys completed – or almost, anyway. It was a custom in their home to name frequently used items and appliances (which is why the toaster was dubbed Phillip, though that was also due to it having a face doodled on the side done by Ixxie years prior.) So Phineas and Corne had to debate on the titles to give their new toys – that was another fun part of this process.
At long last, and after a lot of deliberation, the names were settled. Cornelius had named his multi-colored and designed bouncy ball ‘The Pink Canary’ for reasons he didn’t’ want to explain, and Phineas had settled on calling the now ribboned, bedazzled and tasseled hula hoop ‘Martha’. Honestly, Ixxie thought they were decent for being named by children following an obscure little household tradition – and anyway, considering their fridge was called Jeb and the freezer was Old Purple Wainscotting (long story), they fit right in.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:19 pm
Random Ridiculousness Ahoy!
There are some fun things that surpass the boundaries of time, gender, and not being from the same dimension. In the Mizerlou household, karaoke in silly outfits seemed to be one of them. Or well, if by karaoke, one meant dancing and singing loudly along with a song one knew from the radio. Whilst wearing really really odd homemade accessories.
It had all come of Ixxie going to the dollar store to buy something to drink on her way home from grocery shopping. The boys were with her, of course, and ended up exploring the odd things hanging about as they wandered through the store. One such thing they spotted was a group of little girls putting on crummy plastic tiaras and ratty feather boas. Idly, the boys had asked their guardian why they were so awful looking to which she responded ‘because they were factory produced and made to be cheap not nice and durable’.
Somehow, this had morphed into the desire to see if they could make better. So off to their favorite craft store the three went, picking up things like feathers, beads and wire. After a couple hours of work at home, they’d ended up each creating a tiara of some sort that suited their tastes and decided it was only right to put on their new regal garments and do something fun.
Something fun was deemed to be ordering pizza and turning on the radio to see what sort of songs they could find. They’d ended up on a station that claimed to play the biggest hits of the ‘eighties, nineties and today!’ On that station, the current song starting was by some guy with groovy beats and rather fun, loving lyrics. What else could be expected to come of this but the trio singing along loudly once they figured out the words?
“Together forever, and never to paaaaaaaaaart!” Phineas sang into a large paint brush, twirling in his fluffy feathery boa and overly bedazzled tiara.
“Together forever we twwwooooo.” Cornelius had the next line, most of the line in his deep voice, but the final word cooed like a near bird hoot. His boa was simpler – meant to stand out from his feathers but not look ridiculous with them – and his tiara was to match, mostly only made of wire but very intricate. He was singing into his mallet.
“And don’t you know Iiiiii would move heaven and earth…” Ixxie continued, whirling around in her nutty looking boa – all crazy feathers and beads – and Seussified tiara. The pink haired woman’s ‘microphone’ was a hairbrush.
“To be together forever with yooooooou!” the trio chorused at last, before collapsing into giggles. Well that’d been pointlessly silly. But they were all secure in their sanity and masculinity to be able to do such things without feeling weird. And that’s just the fun a family can have together. Though, I can’t say the pizza man wasn’t a bit confused when the door was opened by a small moose with glasses in a tiara and feather boa. That’d been a bit odd.
(Lyrics from Together Forever - Rick Astley)
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