All Aboard for the Island of Misfit Toys
It’s a pity
Barbara Walters has retired. She
certainly deserves to devote her remaining time to herself and not the demands
of a long, storied career in journalism. Despite her accomplishments over the years, there are some tasks which
will remain incomplete.
For example,
Walters was famous for asking her interview subjects what tree they would like
to be. I don’t believe she ever got
around to modifying her question for the holiday season to ask, “If you were a
toy on the Island of Misfit Toys (from Rank and Bass’ production of Rudolph the
Red-Nosed Reindeer), what toy which you like to be?” So, dear readers, look deep into your soul
and, if you dare, speculate on what toy you would be.*
We will
start the ball rolling with what I believe would be misfit toys from the Arteejee
family. Blog editor Anne Marie would be,
I believe, a doll that doesn’t necessarily conform to society’s perception of
the “doll” concept. I dare say that she is a long time resident of the Island of Misfit Toys, and will be a resident
for many years to come.
The good
points of the Anne Marie doll: she bakes, she knits, she edits this blog, she
contributes to a fascinating array of gay blog sites, and when you tap her on the
back she utters an endearing holiday sentiment any child would love to hear on
Christmas morning. The down side of the
Anne Marie doll: that endearing holiday sentiment is “Go eff yourself!” Also,
she’s prone to flatulence.
Yes sir, the
Anne Marie doll will never get off the Island of Misfit Toys.
Then there
is myself: the Arteejee doll. The
Arteejee doll closely resembles a Kewpie doll, but is nowhere near as cute. This doll comes with one leg shorter
than the other, a pronounced limp (hey, nothing says cute like a pronounced
limp), a beer gut, and a diseased heart.
The Arteejee
doll would be best kept in your bathroom if ever made it off the Island of
Misfit Toys. In the bathroom, he could
keep your reading materials organized and chase away the house cats when they
want to play a round of “Spin the Toilet Tissue”. The main reason that the Arteejee doll is
best kept in your bathroom can be summed up in two words: enlarged prostate!
The Arteejee
doll is also prone to flatulence. TMI? Sorry!
Until that
great day when the Arteejee doll becomes a fixture in every bathroom, then he
will stay on the Island of Misfit Toys doing what he does best: being a thorn
in the side of the Anne Marie doll! He
does this by singing songs by one of his favorite groups: ABBA. The Anne Marie doll usually responds to this aural
assault on her musical tastes by tapping herself on the back.
So,
readers, what would you be on the Island of Misfit Toys?
*No prize is
being offered for the best toy, because the proprietors of the Arteejee website
are, as the French would term it, incredibly cheap!
(Thank you
for reading! On a sentimental note, I
don’t know what I would do without my Anne Marie doll…)
9 Comments:
girls don't fart!
I beg to differ, and I'm sure there is scientific proof to back this up.
Thanks for writing!
I see myself as the Snark Doll, er, Snark Bob, if you will.
I'd sit quietly on a shelf, where I might go unnoticed, until I found just the right time to unleash an eff-bomb filled narrative on your clothes, your hair, your shoes, what you're reading watching eating saying seeing politicking or believing.
You'd oftentimes want to twist my little head off, but then you'd spend the rest of your days wondering what Snark Bob would have said about that.
And that would be the greatest victory of them all!
Snark Bob, at a store, er, blog near you.
I would be your lovable teddy bear. Not because I am hirsute, but because I am fat, wear my belt up around my belly button, and love being naked. If I were to wear pants, they would surely be waders. You can't call me Smokey Bear because I hate being around smokers, as they are disgusting. The best part of me is that I do like to cuddle, and that is what I am best known for. I don't belong here on Misfit Island, but instead on perfectly made male bedclothes. Please take me home, young fella.
Oh, I don't know, RTG, what kind of misfit toy do YOU think I am? :-)
I'm torn between two images, Janey. You're either a bong or an orange fur foot stool (you remember). Have a wonderful Christmas! :-)
Thank you for your excellent suggestions Bob and David!
As a true misfit, I am a bong AND an orange fun-fur covered foot stool! (Oh yes, baby, I remember...) :-)
Merry Christmas to you, yor AnneMarie doll, and your family in Central PA!
Love,
Janey
What a cute Christmas gift! I won't exchange it for an expensive gift. I would definitely treasure this gift.
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