“Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga”

https://youtu.be/o6flLHtP7Pg The previous clip and the following entry contain SPOILERS for the movie "Eurovision". "The elves went too far." When Will Farrell was on SNL, I didn't like him. I found him extraordinarily annoying. That feeling changed after he left the show and started making quirky movies. My opinion was materially altered after I watched... Continue Reading →

My CruelJan20 story: Creature Comforts

This is my entry. I've thought about it for some time, and I never thought I'd put it down into words, given the content... but when this year's #CruelJan20 contest theme was announced, I thought, why not? And I did. This time around I didn't write my story at the last minute, as I usually... Continue Reading →

Two Words – the Twitter Edition – Part 2

How it happened… Over a year ago I tweeted the following: Days later I posted the first two-word entry. Naturally, I made haste to write the second part as soon as I could. Here it is, over a year later. The second volunteer, famous Bard to Giantesses and professional raconteur Aborigen, offered the following two words.... Continue Reading →


Because I'm convinced we're all very busy writing or plagiarizing or parodying songs about tiny men and giantesses, I decided to create a contest about it. I begin to suspect that only a few of us ever entertain the thought of composing original songs about people of different sizes. An even smaller number does it... Continue Reading →

Undertoy – 3

This is the final image of this series. It's only a slight change in perspective from the earlier couple of images in the set. I'm having a hard time deciding whether it's my favorite of the three. Whichever one I'm looking at the moment is my preferred one. I've had a couple of ideas for... Continue Reading →

Sick As Fuck

I was on Twitter, whining to Aborigen about not having any inspiration to write, when he said, "You want me to give you an idea? I can give you an idea and demand 1,500 by the end of the day, if that would help?" And I said "Alright, I'm game. I'll write, even if it's... Continue Reading →

The Dollhouse

On the floor, on her side, she rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, and stared at him without blinking. "I don't understand. What's the meaning of this?" "What do you mean, my pet?" "Don't call me that. I'm not your pet. Why did you do this to me? Never mind that. How... Continue Reading →

The ABCs Game – D is for Dollhouse

D is for Dollhouse, the little place I build and furnish in the land of my imagination, and have begun to do so in real life as well. A tiny home for a tiny man, it's a place with miniature rooms, fixtures, bed, dressers, books, pots, and pans; everything with a design faithful to the... Continue Reading →

The Dollhouse

It's the perfect place for a little man. The best design has a balcony perfect for romantic visits and chats, or a favorite window for the same purpose. So many times I've pictured myself kneeling by that little home, carefully so I don't accidentally bump into it and send it sliding backwards and hitting the... Continue Reading →

Dollhouse Blues

I posted this at my old blog, and I wasn't planning on allowing it to see the light of day again, but I received a request for a repost, so here it goes. It's cheesy, and it makes me feel like Elizabeth Shue in Adventures in Babysitting, except without the fake applause from a crowd... Continue Reading →

The Incredible Shrinking Man

I think her facial expression should convey deep horn. In her fictional place I'd be adopting all manner of happy looks. What concerns me (not really) is that I've never watched this movie. I've never even gone to any movie rental place to see if it's available, because I feel it should be behind some... Continue Reading →


It's Saturday night, so that means... RANDOM COLLAGE TIME! Pixelated to hide a shameful, terrible, unreasonable male bottom! :shock: The inspiration for the collage above was playful interaction between a little guy and his comparatively gigantic companion. They are in bed, and she's reading or listening to music or working, and of course he's lazing... Continue Reading →

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