Hey, patient penguins!
Jonathan and I are proud to announce that Peculiar Curiosities indeed has a heartbeat again. We're in our lair, revamping the store and all of it's components as I speak[[write]]. To celebrate this upcoming event, I just couldn't resist making a drawing process video of me finalizing the last few details of our remade spider mascot! So, without further ado, meet Arachnid Niddy!
We can't thank you enough for your patience. It truly means a lot to us to see that many of you have continued to follow our otherwise dead blog. So, again, thanks for sticking it through, and we can't wait to spend more time with you guys again!
-Kateri Joe ([With a Jonathan Engi on the side.])
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Monday, September 14, 2009
Life's Roller Coaster (A Slightly Melodramatic Metaphor)
Up and down, twisting and turning, it seems like we're 21 years old and just barely hanging on as this roller coaster of life keeps throwing me (and Jonathan - he's in the seat beside me) for new loops.
We're at a hang up. Disappointed by our inventory clearance sale, tired of the nagging issues in our home life, and wary of reopening Peculiar Curiosities, Jonathan and I (Miss Kateri Joe) are hanging up-si-down in our roller coaster cart waiting on a repairman to start the ride again. Sadly, he seems to be on his lunch break. So, what can two stalled riders do?
Try, try, and try again to get rolling! It's a challenge, as it seems like we just can't get moving. But, we're going to work on a solution. Who needs a repairman, right?
Unfortunately, Peculiar Curiosities has hit this snag with us. Our shop won't be reopening as planned. It stinks, but once we get our roller coaster going again (a.k.a once we've dealt with the bothersome issues at hand), we'll start fresh with Peculiar Curiosities.
Yay for new beginnings!
Anywho, we'll be checking back as we see fit. This is not good-bye.
(hehe. See, melodramatic, right?)
With blood draining to our heads,
Kateri Joe & Jonathan
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Giddy as a schoolgirl
Greetings, my friends! Jonathan manning the Captain's wheel today!
Just as the title suggests, I am as giddy as a schoolgirl! Why you ask? Well, it's 51 days til my favorite of favorite holidays!

HALLOWEEN!
Pull out your cauldrons, your broomsticks, wake the undead, light the black candles, and invoke the spirits! The haunting season is on it's way! I was never the kid who enjoyed trick-or-treating. I've only gone trick-or-treating once in my life. The other kids scared me. It wasn't the costumes they wore or anything like that, it was just them, the kids. In fact, most kids still scare me, haha.
What I enjoy most about Halloween is decorating the house with spooky things and the fact that I can be as creepy as I want and people don't stare me like I need to be removed from society entirely, haha! That has been my tradition since I can remember and only until recently I've started to watch the Ghost Hunter LIVE Halloween investigation on SciFi.
Before I depart from you all, I'd like to ask what is your favorite holiday and why?
Until we meet again!
-Jonathan
Just as the title suggests, I am as giddy as a schoolgirl! Why you ask? Well, it's 51 days til my favorite of favorite holidays!
HALLOWEEN!
Pull out your cauldrons, your broomsticks, wake the undead, light the black candles, and invoke the spirits! The haunting season is on it's way! I was never the kid who enjoyed trick-or-treating. I've only gone trick-or-treating once in my life. The other kids scared me. It wasn't the costumes they wore or anything like that, it was just them, the kids. In fact, most kids still scare me, haha.
What I enjoy most about Halloween is decorating the house with spooky things and the fact that I can be as creepy as I want and people don't stare me like I need to be removed from society entirely, haha! That has been my tradition since I can remember and only until recently I've started to watch the Ghost Hunter LIVE Halloween investigation on SciFi.
Before I depart from you all, I'd like to ask what is your favorite holiday and why?
Until we meet again!
-Jonathan
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Arrival of Yumminess!
White Chocolate Cherry Cupcake Truffles from The Fancy Lady Gourmet
The entire package that we woke up to this morning. Yummm...we had a sweet breakfast!
Thursday morning had come and gone, but Jonathan and I were still in bed. Daylight wasting, our bad sleep habits tend to get the better of us when we go to bed at 4:00 a.m. So, that morning, we snoozed on with dreams of high Etsy sales in our heads. (ha. ha.) :-P Yet while we snoozed, a kind delivery man planted a peculiar (yet snazzy) box on our doorstep.
Much to our surprise, our order from the Fancy Lady Gourmet had come in early! As soon as we realized it, we were having a breakfast of cupcake truffles. *hehe
We ordered, on Etsy (of course), a batch of white chocolate cherry cupcake truffles. (Say that three times fast!) What we received was that, and an additional sampler of the Fancy Lady's baked goodies! Now that made our week. :-D
First, we both tried what we had ordered; the pink cutsie cherry-flavored cupcake truffles. With a sweet, yet slightly tart taste, these yummies are pure delights for the tastebuds! Moist in the middle with a creamy chocolate outside, the flavor throws you for a zing of a curveball when - low and behold - you bite into a real cherry in the center. Oooh, I hope I have you drooling.
That first treat lead to the tasting of more. It was like a slow-moving sugary landslide. (We ate all of this over the course of the day, haha.) Next, we started in on the sampler items. After lunch, we each tried a pumpkin spice cupcake truffle...and then we cried with joy. Later that night, we devoured fall-themed shortbread cookies...and giggled from a delightful sugar high. Finally, for our last tastebud adventure, we conquered chocolate chip cookies. That left us in awe of the Fancy Lady's talent.
The neatest part is that despite coming to Arkansas from New Jersey, everything tasted like we purchased them at a local shop that day. Awesome, right? And see that swanky packaging!? It's adorable! That packaging made me feel like I was opening a Christmas gift.
And what a gift it was. Thank you, dear Fancy Lady!
Now that I hopefully have you drooling, tell me: What's your sugary weakness? We've now found ours! And hey, if you're just dying for that sugar boost, here's the Fancy Lady's Etsy shop: http://tabbycat13.etsy.com :-D
Until later,
(unless we run off to Candy Land)
-Kateri Joe
Relative Data:
cupcake truffles,
The Fancy Lady Gourmet,
yumminess
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The Renewing Dilemma

Today felt like Fall here in Arkansas, so I couldn't resist posting this pumpkin picture that was taken last year. It's way off topic, but who doesn't love a little visual treat while reading?
Hola, little buddies of 'ze blog! It's Kateri at the Wii remote tonight.
First of all, before I even get started tonight, I must say that the Wii internet browser is fantastic. End compliment now.
Anywho, back to the topic I planned to discuss: Renewing your items on Etsy! Within the past few months, Etsiers have been questioning the profitability of renewing an item after it has gone unsold. The topic has strong arguments on both sides. Some say that renewing is worth the 20 cents, as it is a reliable source of advertisement that brings more traffic and sales to their shop. Others who argue that opposition say that it's a waste of money that burns through your potential profit.
As newbies to the Etsy scene, Jonathan and I really didn't know where to stand on this issue. But, a certain article has proven to provide an intriguing insight into the more positive side of renewing.
Angela Schade of Something Blue presented a blogpost titled "The Etsy Experiment Revealed" on her blog, http://shopsomethingblue.blogspot.com . After a LONG and highly-observed 25 weeks of experimenting with renewing, Angela found renewing to be highly beneficial. She found herself not only making more sales in a month (from nine sales a month to 42), but she also managed to land more front page spots. She also became a treasury regular. So, yay, we have a final answer on the matter, right!?
Maybe. I still would love to hear everyone's opinions on the matter. Are you a chronic renewer? Do you see benefits? Or, do you think it's worthless to pay 20 cents for a brief front page spot and a momentary higher rank in search results?
What has experience taught you?
Until carnivorous seahorses exist,
- Kateri Joe
P.s. Angela of Something Blue's Etsy page is http://shopsomethingblue.etsy.com :-)
P.s.s. I had a ditzy moment and got the terms "renew" and "relist" confused. I made the appropriate edits, so oopsie daisy on my part! Sorry for the confusion! :-P
Monday, August 31, 2009
Bad Day
Have you guys had a bad day lately?
Oh man, for your sake, I hope it wasn't as bad as ours.
Our awesome HP laptop, Master Boo, DIED today - only one day before our big clearance sale! What a damper, right?! Now, we're having to resort to using our Wii for an internet connection. So, if our typing seems a little clunky lately...well, we're typing with a Wii remote so...hahaha.
At least we got the sale off and running....but because of our limited connection, we started it a bit early!
OH, but here's the bright part of our day! Before our computer died, we made our FIRST Etsy purchase!!

White Chocolate Cherry CupCake Truffles from http://tabbycat13.etsy.com
Yes, those little delights are coming our way straight from the Fancy Lady herself! And we are ridiculously excited about it! Aren't they scrumptious!? I can't help but drool! They look fit for a queen...or two goofy artistic-types who've had a bad day. :-D
Well, I could keep going on with the BADNESS of this day, but I'd rather leave on a high note.
PLEASE tell me you've had a better day than us! We'd love to hear some happy stories, after the death of our beloved Master Boo the HP laptop.
Until later,
(unless something goes incredibly wrong)
-Kateri Joe
P.S. In light of this bad day, we didn't get to go on our planned hike. So, we can't share sweaty pictures quite yet. But, for me, that could be a good thing...bahaha!
P.S.S. Par usual, that picture is owned by The Fancy Lady. :-) 'Just so youz knowz.
Oh man, for your sake, I hope it wasn't as bad as ours.
Our awesome HP laptop, Master Boo, DIED today - only one day before our big clearance sale! What a damper, right?! Now, we're having to resort to using our Wii for an internet connection. So, if our typing seems a little clunky lately...well, we're typing with a Wii remote so...hahaha.
At least we got the sale off and running....but because of our limited connection, we started it a bit early!
OH, but here's the bright part of our day! Before our computer died, we made our FIRST Etsy purchase!!

White Chocolate Cherry CupCake Truffles from http://tabbycat13.etsy.com
Yes, those little delights are coming our way straight from the Fancy Lady herself! And we are ridiculously excited about it! Aren't they scrumptious!? I can't help but drool! They look fit for a queen...or two goofy artistic-types who've had a bad day. :-D
Well, I could keep going on with the BADNESS of this day, but I'd rather leave on a high note.
PLEASE tell me you've had a better day than us! We'd love to hear some happy stories, after the death of our beloved Master Boo the HP laptop.
Until later,
(unless something goes incredibly wrong)
-Kateri Joe
P.S. In light of this bad day, we didn't get to go on our planned hike. So, we can't share sweaty pictures quite yet. But, for me, that could be a good thing...bahaha!
P.S.S. Par usual, that picture is owned by The Fancy Lady. :-) 'Just so youz knowz.
Relative Data:
badness,
cupcake truffles,
damper,
death,
laptop
An Explanation
Hey guys! It's once again Kateri Joe at the helm.
You might have noticed that our spider buddy has gotten a new sign as a friend that speaks of yet another P.C. sale. Here's the explanation:
Jonathan and I are wanting to give everyone a last chance to snatch up anything in the Peculiar Curiosities shop while it's still available. After September 13th, those items (like Dr. Bubonic and Brendan) will be gone for good to make room for curious specimens such as this guy:

Monster embryo, phase three.
Rawr! *giggles*
You know what this means, right!? We're two weeks away from opening up the new shop! And, when we mean NEW, we mean brand-spanking-kick-you-in-the-face-with-sweet-action NEW! We'll even have this thing called FOCUS! Oooh, it will be zesty!
Okay, enough with the shameless promotion. End now.
On another note, it feels fantastic to be back to blogging again! I hope that in the month-long span that we were away that everyone met good times of some sort.
Jonathan and I were busy, par usual, but we did manage to find time to enjoy the last of this unusually cool Arkansas summer: We went hiking! And, if all goes well, we should be venturing off for another one tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe, we'll share some pictures of the sweaty adventures. *wink*
After our infestation of Petit Jean Mountain,
-Kateri Joe
You might have noticed that our spider buddy has gotten a new sign as a friend that speaks of yet another P.C. sale. Here's the explanation:
Jonathan and I are wanting to give everyone a last chance to snatch up anything in the Peculiar Curiosities shop while it's still available. After September 13th, those items (like Dr. Bubonic and Brendan) will be gone for good to make room for curious specimens such as this guy:

Monster embryo, phase three.
Rawr! *giggles*
You know what this means, right!? We're two weeks away from opening up the new shop! And, when we mean NEW, we mean brand-spanking-kick-you-in-the-face-with-sweet-action NEW! We'll even have this thing called FOCUS! Oooh, it will be zesty!
Okay, enough with the shameless promotion. End now.
On another note, it feels fantastic to be back to blogging again! I hope that in the month-long span that we were away that everyone met good times of some sort.
Jonathan and I were busy, par usual, but we did manage to find time to enjoy the last of this unusually cool Arkansas summer: We went hiking! And, if all goes well, we should be venturing off for another one tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe, we'll share some pictures of the sweaty adventures. *wink*
After our infestation of Petit Jean Mountain,
-Kateri Joe
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Music Trippin'
Heidi-ho, ladies and gentlemen! It's your long silent friend Kateri Joe at the keyboard tonight. I've been plugging away at revitalizing Peculiar Curiosities! Oooh, you guys should see it...it's going to be bizarre! Two words: Victorian laboratory. *giggles*
Speaking of the upgrade, the Etsy storefront will actually be changing on September 14th! We'll give you more details on that in a later post.
Today's topic is about a fun little exercise that Jonathan and I seem to do all of the time: The epic event of venturing down memory lane to the music, both good and bad, of our life so far.
So, here I present to you a small representation the music of my life. It's going to be a gruesome journey, but insightful to say the least.
First song in my memory: Billy Ray Cyrus Achy Breaky Heart
At the age of three or four, this FANTASTIC train wreck of a song became a constant on the airwaves in Arkansas. Being young and impressionable, somehow I managed to find my four-year-old self singing this song (and dancing to it) one random Sunday after mass to my father. Yeah, Dad, don't break my heart...my achy breaky heart. Never again will I sing country music with such Arkansan pride.
Somewhere around the age of nine: Natalie Imbruglia Torn
I'm the youngest kid in my family. I have six older siblings, all of which were pretty much out of the house by the time I was seven years old. With that age gap, none of them were consistently in my life. So, when this song started playing during one of the rare occasions of alone time with my older brother Ben, it was kind of awkward. Maybe I didn't help by humming to it...maybe.
On the edge of my freshman year of high school: Dirty Vegas Days Go By
Pubescent Kateri was showing signs of growing into her skin. Yeah, I still love this song. I played it for hours in my fake Walkman CD player while on a family road trip, with the rolling scenery of the Southwest playing in front of my eyes from the backseat of a Jeep. Imagine the oranges, yellows, and blues running together while this song droned on with it's killer beat. Heavenly.
A year ago, just before my 3rd year in college: H.I.M. Venus Doom
Tired and usually annoyed, this song (and the album matching it's name) played in my car rides to and from working a full day at my university's academic advising center. Yes, I'd sing this song at the top of my lungs in the car after a day of being chewed out by misguided parents over the phone who just KNEW that I, being the office student secretary, somehow messed up their precious, and dependent college student's schedule. It seemed to ease some tension, I'd say.
Eh, that's just a taste of my musical timeline. Somewhere in the mix, you could throw in some Marcy Playground, Savage Garden, N*Sync *groan*, The Teenagers...but this is an overview. Billy Ray Cyrus is pretty rough, huh?
Until next time,
-Kateri Joe
Speaking of the upgrade, the Etsy storefront will actually be changing on September 14th! We'll give you more details on that in a later post.
Today's topic is about a fun little exercise that Jonathan and I seem to do all of the time: The epic event of venturing down memory lane to the music, both good and bad, of our life so far.
So, here I present to you a small representation the music of my life. It's going to be a gruesome journey, but insightful to say the least.
First song in my memory: Billy Ray Cyrus Achy Breaky Heart
At the age of three or four, this FANTASTIC train wreck of a song became a constant on the airwaves in Arkansas. Being young and impressionable, somehow I managed to find my four-year-old self singing this song (and dancing to it) one random Sunday after mass to my father. Yeah, Dad, don't break my heart...my achy breaky heart. Never again will I sing country music with such Arkansan pride.
Somewhere around the age of nine: Natalie Imbruglia Torn
I'm the youngest kid in my family. I have six older siblings, all of which were pretty much out of the house by the time I was seven years old. With that age gap, none of them were consistently in my life. So, when this song started playing during one of the rare occasions of alone time with my older brother Ben, it was kind of awkward. Maybe I didn't help by humming to it...maybe.
On the edge of my freshman year of high school: Dirty Vegas Days Go By
Pubescent Kateri was showing signs of growing into her skin. Yeah, I still love this song. I played it for hours in my fake Walkman CD player while on a family road trip, with the rolling scenery of the Southwest playing in front of my eyes from the backseat of a Jeep. Imagine the oranges, yellows, and blues running together while this song droned on with it's killer beat. Heavenly.
A year ago, just before my 3rd year in college: H.I.M. Venus Doom
Tired and usually annoyed, this song (and the album matching it's name) played in my car rides to and from working a full day at my university's academic advising center. Yes, I'd sing this song at the top of my lungs in the car after a day of being chewed out by misguided parents over the phone who just KNEW that I, being the office student secretary, somehow messed up their precious, and dependent college student's schedule. It seemed to ease some tension, I'd say.
Eh, that's just a taste of my musical timeline. Somewhere in the mix, you could throw in some Marcy Playground, Savage Garden, N*Sync *groan*, The Teenagers...but this is an overview. Billy Ray Cyrus is pretty rough, huh?
Until next time,
-Kateri Joe
Friday, August 21, 2009
What's under your skin?
Greetings ladies and gentelmen! Jonathan here.
Lordy, lordy! It's been a while since Kateri and I last posted something and there's a good reason I promise! You see we've been hard at work developing new items, new designs, and all that sweet jazzy stuff to bring you all... *drum roll*
Peculiar Curiosities 2.0!!
We're getting a systems upgrade which'll be fully powered by small children! Just imagine the productivity that'll come out with those little fingers working 'round the clock! Oh, I kid...but a boy can dream, right? It's been full steam ahead on our little purple locomotive toward the grand upgrade, running over all the cows standing on the tracks!
Now that we're done with the sampler of what's to come. Let's move on to the main course, what'd ya say? This post was inspired by a friend of ours, Fancy Lady. She had written a post where she talked what her heritage was and asked about everyone else's heritage. That immediately set off a nuclear light bulb in mah head as Kateri and I were looking for the right thing to make our blog a bit more personal. I thank you, your fanciship!
And as my brother once said to me, "Mi'jo, if you want to get your feet wet, you've got to jump in feet first." So here we go! Mi madre is a Mexican born in Austin, Texas and my father is a Hungarian born in Dublin, Texas.

The Hungarian Flag

The Mexican Flag
I was born in Bossier City, Louisiana and now live in Arkansas, not a place I'd prefer to live, but I guess it works for the time being. There was a single question that the Fancy Lady asked in her blog post that really struck a chord with me. It was, "Are you proud of your heritage?" As a Mexican-Hungarian, I can say I am only proud of the Hungarian side. I love my mother dearly, but I cannot stand that I'm Mexican. All throughout school I had teachers that would say, "Jonathan, you're Mexican, aren't you? Can you help so-and-so with what I'm saying?" and in response I'd say, "No, I can't speak Spanish..." I'd get a blank stare with, "...but, you are Mexican, right?"
My own mother can't even speak Spanish, haha. So what makes them think that I can? It was too funny to see my teachers react to my parents walking into the classroom at Parent-Teacher Conference. There's an average height WHITE, balding man with a short, (when I say short, I mean SHORT! My mom is only 4 foot 11 inches tall)Mexican woman. Haha, my parents would get very livid with my teachers when they'd say, "I just thought since Jonathan was Hispanic that he'd know Spanish, t-t-that's all..." Now a little 4 foot Mexican woman doesn't seem all that intimidating, but my mom always seemed to make ALL of my teachers stutter when she'd glare at them down her glasses and say, "I don't speak Spanish. Why would Jonathan?" My dad would follow up with, "We speak Hungarian at the house."
What my dad would say wasn't really a lie nor was it really the truth. We would speak Hungarian, but it was only the swear words that he happened to pick up from his father, haha. I usually speak pretty ill of any Mexicans, which I shouldn't because there are a few very hard working, good Mexican people who become US citizens like my Uncle Mike who loves being an American. It's just frustrating to say, "Yes, I'm Mexican." and get an, "Oh...well, umm...I like burritos and Corona!"
I love being Hungarian, because there is so much about my family that's interesting. Like my great grandmother was Hungarian royalty, before she rebelled and married my great grandfather, who was a high ranking officer in the Austria-Hungarian Calvary. Mixing royalty with "military trash" was a big no-no during that time.
Before this post gets any longer, I shall end it here with this summing up the love/hate relationship with my heritage.

Cool? Not so much.

Hells Yeah!
I leave you all with this - What is your heritage?
Until we meet again, my friends!
-Jonathan
PS - I'd like to thank Moondoggie for letting us know about the Etsy Success email that featured our forum post. That's pretty awesome, ya dig? And I'd like to welcome all the new followers with a Howdy howdy! You may now stare at me like some sort of crazy, stuttering cowboy!
Lordy, lordy! It's been a while since Kateri and I last posted something and there's a good reason I promise! You see we've been hard at work developing new items, new designs, and all that sweet jazzy stuff to bring you all... *drum roll*
Peculiar Curiosities 2.0!!
We're getting a systems upgrade which'll be fully powered by small children! Just imagine the productivity that'll come out with those little fingers working 'round the clock! Oh, I kid...but a boy can dream, right? It's been full steam ahead on our little purple locomotive toward the grand upgrade, running over all the cows standing on the tracks!
Now that we're done with the sampler of what's to come. Let's move on to the main course, what'd ya say? This post was inspired by a friend of ours, Fancy Lady. She had written a post where she talked what her heritage was and asked about everyone else's heritage. That immediately set off a nuclear light bulb in mah head as Kateri and I were looking for the right thing to make our blog a bit more personal. I thank you, your fanciship!
And as my brother once said to me, "Mi'jo, if you want to get your feet wet, you've got to jump in feet first." So here we go! Mi madre is a Mexican born in Austin, Texas and my father is a Hungarian born in Dublin, Texas.
The Hungarian Flag
The Mexican Flag
I was born in Bossier City, Louisiana and now live in Arkansas, not a place I'd prefer to live, but I guess it works for the time being. There was a single question that the Fancy Lady asked in her blog post that really struck a chord with me. It was, "Are you proud of your heritage?" As a Mexican-Hungarian, I can say I am only proud of the Hungarian side. I love my mother dearly, but I cannot stand that I'm Mexican. All throughout school I had teachers that would say, "Jonathan, you're Mexican, aren't you? Can you help so-and-so with what I'm saying?" and in response I'd say, "No, I can't speak Spanish..." I'd get a blank stare with, "...but, you are Mexican, right?"
My own mother can't even speak Spanish, haha. So what makes them think that I can? It was too funny to see my teachers react to my parents walking into the classroom at Parent-Teacher Conference. There's an average height WHITE, balding man with a short, (when I say short, I mean SHORT! My mom is only 4 foot 11 inches tall)Mexican woman. Haha, my parents would get very livid with my teachers when they'd say, "I just thought since Jonathan was Hispanic that he'd know Spanish, t-t-that's all..." Now a little 4 foot Mexican woman doesn't seem all that intimidating, but my mom always seemed to make ALL of my teachers stutter when she'd glare at them down her glasses and say, "I don't speak Spanish. Why would Jonathan?" My dad would follow up with, "We speak Hungarian at the house."
What my dad would say wasn't really a lie nor was it really the truth. We would speak Hungarian, but it was only the swear words that he happened to pick up from his father, haha. I usually speak pretty ill of any Mexicans, which I shouldn't because there are a few very hard working, good Mexican people who become US citizens like my Uncle Mike who loves being an American. It's just frustrating to say, "Yes, I'm Mexican." and get an, "Oh...well, umm...I like burritos and Corona!"
I love being Hungarian, because there is so much about my family that's interesting. Like my great grandmother was Hungarian royalty, before she rebelled and married my great grandfather, who was a high ranking officer in the Austria-Hungarian Calvary. Mixing royalty with "military trash" was a big no-no during that time.
Before this post gets any longer, I shall end it here with this summing up the love/hate relationship with my heritage.
Cool? Not so much.
Hells Yeah!
I leave you all with this - What is your heritage?
Until we meet again, my friends!
-Jonathan
PS - I'd like to thank Moondoggie for letting us know about the Etsy Success email that featured our forum post. That's pretty awesome, ya dig? And I'd like to welcome all the new followers with a Howdy howdy! You may now stare at me like some sort of crazy, stuttering cowboy!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Snazzy Dream
'ello Peeps, of the human kind!
I had the most AWESOME dream last night.
Two words: Robert Smith.

Mr. Smith, himself
Let me set the scene. I'm wandering around at this Woodstock-like scenario, sans the stereotypical sex and drugs. A tour bus pulls up and, low and behold, The Cure band members step out. I see Robert, complete with lipstick and eyeliner, and somehow I catch his eye. My dream skips scenes, and the next thing I know, I'm sitting beside him. We're chatting it up, and becoming acquintances of some kind. It was a colorful conversation, but I don't recall any details. It lasts for hours, until he has to depart back on his tour bus. But, at the end of the conversation, I know that we're some kind of friends.
Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with Robert Smith, he's the face of the band known as "The Cure". Famous for little diddies like "Friday I'm in Love", "Just Like Heaven", and "Lovesong", this band has been on the scene since the late 1970's...like 1976 if I'm not mistaken. While the line-up changes, one member has always remained - Robert Smith. Traditionally done up in his cherry-red lipstick and Einstein-like hair, Smith is often considered to be The Cure by himself. His voice defines the band - if he weren't the lead singer, the band wouldn't be The Cure.
The Cure is my all time favorite band, hence why this dream is so snazzy. And Robert Smith is just an icon for me. He's an artist who just DOES what he wants to, without hesitation.
Who can't respect that?
I'll leave you now with two of my favorite songs.
The first is from earlier in the life of The Cure.
"Why Can't I Be You" by The Cure from 1987
And this lovely song is from their most recent album.
"Underneath the Stars" by The Cure from 2008
Tell me, have you been having some awesome dreams lately?
If so, you're a lucky devil. This was the first good dream I've had in a long time. :-P
But how awesome it was...
Until I come out of hiding,
-Kateri Joe
P.S. In the first video, can you catch the naughty reference during the music video? See if you can catch it...
I had the most AWESOME dream last night.
Two words: Robert Smith.

Mr. Smith, himself
Let me set the scene. I'm wandering around at this Woodstock-like scenario, sans the stereotypical sex and drugs. A tour bus pulls up and, low and behold, The Cure band members step out. I see Robert, complete with lipstick and eyeliner, and somehow I catch his eye. My dream skips scenes, and the next thing I know, I'm sitting beside him. We're chatting it up, and becoming acquintances of some kind. It was a colorful conversation, but I don't recall any details. It lasts for hours, until he has to depart back on his tour bus. But, at the end of the conversation, I know that we're some kind of friends.
Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with Robert Smith, he's the face of the band known as "The Cure". Famous for little diddies like "Friday I'm in Love", "Just Like Heaven", and "Lovesong", this band has been on the scene since the late 1970's...like 1976 if I'm not mistaken. While the line-up changes, one member has always remained - Robert Smith. Traditionally done up in his cherry-red lipstick and Einstein-like hair, Smith is often considered to be The Cure by himself. His voice defines the band - if he weren't the lead singer, the band wouldn't be The Cure.
The Cure is my all time favorite band, hence why this dream is so snazzy. And Robert Smith is just an icon for me. He's an artist who just DOES what he wants to, without hesitation.
Who can't respect that?
I'll leave you now with two of my favorite songs.
The first is from earlier in the life of The Cure.
"Why Can't I Be You" by The Cure from 1987
And this lovely song is from their most recent album.
"Underneath the Stars" by The Cure from 2008
Tell me, have you been having some awesome dreams lately?
If so, you're a lucky devil. This was the first good dream I've had in a long time. :-P
But how awesome it was...
Until I come out of hiding,
-Kateri Joe
P.S. In the first video, can you catch the naughty reference during the music video? See if you can catch it...
Thursday, July 30, 2009
This Week's Featured Etsy Item: Wynn Studio's Siamese Kitties

kitty cats...not-so-ready to be chopped in half
Siamese cats, what with their slinky prowl and Disney-produced stereotypical snottiness, always drum up some animated imagery from Lady and the Tramp for me. Yes, you remember the pair...with their knieving faces and swinging tales. They had that song...and oh how that song got trapped in my head:
"We are Siamese if you please.
We are Siamese if you don't please."
Yeah, thanks Disney. That little diddy has stuck with me for at least 15 years.
Much to my surprise, this age-old mental image that has stuck with me for so long may be replaced by this adorable drawing! Truly Siamese, in medical terms, this charming duo can't seem to get away from one another - nor do they seem to mind the permanence of their situation. In fact, these twins embrace their attachment, what with their adorable matching overalls with two slightly different t-shirt characters. Aww, a birdie and a fish...cute! As described by creators Thomas and Jane Wynn of Wynn Studios, these kitties have "been caught doing what they love most - frolicking in the backyard with their toys".
Wynn Studios specializes in adorable oddities, such as this 9 x 7 inch signed giclee. Other colorful creations include a two-headed deer, a one-legged bird, and even a necklace containing an inherited wisdom tooth! Yes. You read right - an INHERITED wisdom TOOTH. And it's a gnarly booger at that! Oh, and another cool feature about Wynn Studio is that they show progress shots of their prints!
I encourage you to further your education of fine oddities of the world, starting at this link with the wonderful Wynn Studio. You won't be disappointed!
Until tomorrow,
-Kateri Joe
P.S. Jane and Thomas Wynn have all rights to that lovely picture. :-D http://wynnstudio.etsy.com
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Things that Go Bump in the Night
Good evening, everyone! Jonathan here.
Today, I thought that I would reveal a bit more about myself. A sort of peeling away the layers, if you will. I'd like to talk to you all about a personal interest that I've had since I was 12 years old - ghosts. Now, I do realize that many, many don't even give ghosts a second thought, much less have a belief in them, but I've had three events happen in my life that I can't explain with normal logic.
I'd like to tell you all of my very first experience. Here's what happened.
I was eleven years old, sitting in the living room watching Bill Nye the Science Guy. My brother, who worked the night shift at WalMart at the time, was asleep in our bedroom. I had just finished my bowel of popcorn and had very dry mouth. (As you do when you've eaten an entire bag.) I got off the sofa to get me a glass of water, not really paying attention to my surroundings. No need to, right? It was my own house. Nothing should ever really be out of the normal in your own house. I stepped into the kitchen, thinking about the DIY science experiments that Bill Nye had just been talking about as I turned on the faucet to fill my glass.
Like everyone, I got the sensation, that presence of someone behind me crossing from my right side to my left side. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a figure, turn the corner, and disappear. Just Nick coming out of the bathroom and walking through the kicthen. Or at least that's what I thought. I chugged my glass of water and started back out when I realized I didn't hear our bedroom door close. (Usually, Nick slammed it shut, because he was always upset if he woke up before 7pm even if he had to use the bathroom.) Weird, I thought, but didn't think any more about it until my mom woke him up for dinner. We had finished eating when I asked Nick if he couldn't sleep, because I saw him leaving the kitchen when I was getting my drink. He looked at me funny and said that he hadn't gotten up at all until our mom had woken him up. And at that moment I felt my stomach drop and the hairs on the back of neck prickle. Who did I see coming out of the kitchen then? I'm not sure, but it wasn't Nick.
That was during the final weeks of summer before I started back to school. Even after I realized that what I saw wasn't my brother, I chalked it off as my imagination or something logical. Surely I didn't see a ghost. They're not real, right? It was my first week into the new school and my english teacher had my entire class in the library. We had to do a research paper on whatever topic we wanted, I rooted through tons of books and found a book called, "Real Ghost Stories" author's name eludes me. I read the book and shortly after finishing it, I started putting the pieces together of that event during the summer. Maybe I did see a ghost, I thought. After reading that book and experiencing what I did, the paranormal had left a mark - A mark that I would never want to fade, a mark that has grown through the past 10 years to where it is today.
I'd like to leave you all with a video clip of my all time favorite shows: Ghost Hunters. It airs on the SciFi channel and is about a real life paranormal research group, called The Atlantic Paranormal Society or TAPS, for short.
Now, I would like everyone to know that I'm not trying to make any of you believe in the paranormal. Everyone has their opinions and are more welcome to them. I just wanted to tell you all a little bit more about me and what my interests are. :)
Until we meet again, my friends!
Jonathan
Relative Data:
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ghost hunters,
ghosts,
interests,
paranormal,
TAPS
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Reconstruction on the Horizon

Hey everyone!
Jonathan and I have some fantastic news!!
Peculiar Curiosities is going to be revamped!
That's right - more paintings, more prints, and who knows what else! :-D
And heck, there might even be something in there that you'd like. ;-)
We're super excited about this. It's going to be a full-fledged overhaul of our inventory, our prices, and even our graphics! Our projected goal to have this completed is September 1st, so we've got a lot of work ahead of us! But stay tuned, it should be pretty entertaining.
I guess, this is our delayed spring cleaning? Or maybe it's us shedding our newbie skin that's grown too tight in exchange for some fancy big-insect shell? Or...maybe that's a bad metaphor. lol
Either way, we're excited. Tell me, my fine friends, are you in the spring cleaning mood? And hey, do you have any suggestions for us as we begin our revamping journey?
Adios for now!
-Kateri Joe
Relative Data:
excitement,
Morphing,
shifting
Spirited Away on Howl's Moving Castle with My Neighbor Totoro!
Hello hello, everyone!
Do you know who this man is?

I'm sure some of you have seen a few of his films. Maybe with your children, maybe with a spouse, maybe even just by yourself with a giant bowel of popcorn and didn't realize who the mastermind behind the wonderful movie was? "What are you talking about?!" I can hear everyone saying, "Go to bed!" In due time, folks, in due time. But for now, I shall talk about the man that you see before you now. His name is Hayao Miyazaki. He's the director of the following fantastic films:

My Neighbor Totoro

Kiki's Delivery Service

Princess Mononoke

Spirited Away
and oh, so many more!
Miyazaki has been dubbed the "Japanese Walt Disney" by some for his magical storytelling. And with the help of John Lasseter of Pixar, Miyazaki's work was brought to the States with authenticity and found success. Probably the most interesting thing about Miyazaki is with each film he does, he hand draws each storyboard himself. Thus, what you see in the movies varies very little from what he puts down onto the boards.
Have any you seen of his films, if so what was your favorite?
Farewell for now!
-Jonathan.
Do you know who this man is?
I'm sure some of you have seen a few of his films. Maybe with your children, maybe with a spouse, maybe even just by yourself with a giant bowel of popcorn and didn't realize who the mastermind behind the wonderful movie was? "What are you talking about?!" I can hear everyone saying, "Go to bed!" In due time, folks, in due time. But for now, I shall talk about the man that you see before you now. His name is Hayao Miyazaki. He's the director of the following fantastic films:
My Neighbor Totoro
Kiki's Delivery Service
Princess Mononoke

Spirited Away
and oh, so many more!
Miyazaki has been dubbed the "Japanese Walt Disney" by some for his magical storytelling. And with the help of John Lasseter of Pixar, Miyazaki's work was brought to the States with authenticity and found success. Probably the most interesting thing about Miyazaki is with each film he does, he hand draws each storyboard himself. Thus, what you see in the movies varies very little from what he puts down onto the boards.
Have any you seen of his films, if so what was your favorite?
Farewell for now!
-Jonathan.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Doodles
To end the week, I thought it would be appropriate to share some of my recent doodles. Eh, they're just for fun and practice, so they're not anything special. But, I thought we needed a bit of a personal touch on the blog lately, so here we go!

My gypsy girl

An aviator/octopus

An undefined alien with a passion of the floral type

A galactic pharoah

Rosalita, the charming Latina from the restaurant down the street
Jonathan doesn't have any doodles to show, so I guess I have to claim all of these boogers! Haha!
How has your doodling been coming along? What have you been practicing?
Until the start of a new week (a.k.a tomorrow)
-Kateri Joe
My gypsy girl
An aviator/octopus
An undefined alien with a passion of the floral type
A galactic pharoah
Rosalita, the charming Latina from the restaurant down the street
Jonathan doesn't have any doodles to show, so I guess I have to claim all of these boogers! Haha!
How has your doodling been coming along? What have you been practicing?
Until the start of a new week (a.k.a tomorrow)
-Kateri Joe
Saturday, July 25, 2009
A Little Diddy of a Story
So, the picture keeps uploading sideways. Odd.
Bahaha, so why am I showing you this lovely picture of a picture!? Why, because I have a story to go with it of course!
As I talked about a few posts ago, my birthday came around last Sunday! And on Monday, Jonathan, my parents, and I went out to do the family celebration. I chose a Japanese hibachi grill. (I've just recently realized that the majority of my birthdays have been celebrated at one which is interesting.)
Well, the chef is doing his whole show and I'm eating it up like I do ever year, when he starts in on the questioning. First, he asks if Jonathan and I are married. This is a common question recently. People have started to ask that, because I guess we now FINALLY look old enough to be of marrying age. (Jonathan and I started dating when I was only 15 and he was 16.) Jonathan shook his head, and laughed. "No, no. Not yet. We want to be, but not yet." The chef grinned, "well what's holding you back, man!?" Jonathan snickers and rubs his first finger and his thumb together - money.
We all giggled, because that's the hearty truth. If we had the finances, we'd run off and get married in a heartbeat. We've wanted to be married since the young ages of 15 & 16, and that desire hasn't wavered.
After he created the standard onion volcano, he looked back at us and asked "how many babies are you going to make!?" Not HAVE, but MAKE. That was a little awkward, but hilarious. And mind you, my parents are in the chairs beside me.
I giggled and made a "zero" with my hand. Right now, that's true. We want zero kids. Ask us in about two years and we'll answer with three fingers, or maybe four. But right now, the answer is zero.
I couldn't help but appreciate that question. Jonathan and I got together in high school, so from day one everyone has said "DON'T HAVE KIDS NOW! DON'T GET PREGNANT!!" It's been preached at us, over and over again. Someone has even gone as far as to say a child of ours would be a MISTAKE. And here is this hibachi chef, almost pushing the idea...for entertainment purposes, but still....
It was refreshing to actually have someone even suggest the idea for the first time.
That, at least to me, was a compliment. And definitely a sign of the times...my personal times. I'm an adult, and that is exciting.
Tell me, has a hibachi chef made you realize your standing in life recently? Haha, or wait, here's a more universal thought: Have you had an experience lately that reminds you of how much life has changed?
Until tomorrow,
-Kateri Joe
Relative Data:
growing up,
Kobe,
yummy food
Friday, July 24, 2009
D'espairsRay Redux!
So, I was running through some of our older posts and I realized that I more or less just half-assed the D'espairsRay musical inspiration entry! Just threw the video up and said, "Hey, I like them! Watch the video!" Such an awesome band like D'espairsRay deserves far more respect than what I gave them. And so do you fine people. Like I said, I tossed the video up and told everyone, "Watch!" and didn't even say a single thing about D'espairsRay. Who they are, why I LOVE their music, and so on and so forth. Everyone ready? Fasten your seatbets, cuz we're off like a hooker's clothes!
The members of D'espairsRay are:
HIZUMI (vocals)
Karyu (guitar, vocals)
ZERO (bass, vocals)
Tsukasa (drums)
Now that they have all been introduced and gotten the "Who they are?" out of the way. We have come to the "Why I LOVE their music." Well, ladies and gentlemen, the answer is quite simple. D'espairsRay satisfies all of my musical needs. Their songs vary from fast and aggressive to slow and depressing. The song above, "Trickster", is about middle of the road when comes to their sound and style.
While I am learning Japanese, I know very little (probably just enough to get myself into trouble, haha.) Hizumi sings in a mixture of Japanese and English and though is a language barrier. The emotional way Hizumi sings, at least in my mind, shatters that barrier. What's that saying? "A smile can overcome any language barrier." I think the same principle could be applied here as well.
Until next time! Everyone have an awesome weekend!
-Jonathan
Relative Data:
D'espairsRay,
Japanese,
language,
music
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Etsy Find: Dismantled Fashions!
Woo! Check out that sexilicious dress! Me-ow! It makes wish I was a girl! Haha, oh I kid...or do I? You may never know! I stumbled across this jewel of a shop earlier today and fell in love the clothing that Emily, Dismantled Fashions's owner, had there. (Especially, the dress shown above!)
And I know what you must be thinking, "Why is Jonathan looking at dresses?" Well, boys and girls, I have something I need to come clean about...haha, just kidding! Truthfully though, I enjoy rummaging through the poo pile of the internet to find rare, beautiful gems. In this case, I was in search of cute clothing opinions for Kateri and it just so happened that today was my day to write a new post. Und, viola! Dismantled Fashions appeared like a breath of fresh air!
I could probably spend all day talking about how much I love Dismantled Fashions, but I'll spare everyone my mad rambling! Be sure to check out Emily's shop! http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5265457
Have a great day!
-Jonathan
*NOTE* The image above is the property of Dismantled Fashions.
Relative Data:
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dress,
Etsy,
sexy,
tattoo
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Random Interest: Solanin
As I'm sure it's now obvious, Jonathan and I love to strive to show you guys something that you might not have seen before. And today is no exception!
Today's topic, ladies and gentlemen, is that of Solanin by Asano Inio.

(The cover of Solanin)
A vibrant twist on the mundane day-to-day of a young 20-something, this illustrated story deals with that scary realization every person deals with: This is it? This is MY life? Centered around Meiko, a recent college graduate who finds herself struggling to enjoy coorporate slavery, Solanin documents her journey to break away from the social standards of having a stable job. She choses freedom over stability, and over the course of the book, she discovers herself through music.

(A page from the manga.)
Totally void of age-old plastic characters and dead storylines, Solanin is purely a joy to view. I fell in love with it, and finished it in maybe four hours tops. I guess the story is a bit relatable, haha.
What do you think? Have you seen this before?
Until later,
-Kateri Joe
Today's topic, ladies and gentlemen, is that of Solanin by Asano Inio.

(The cover of Solanin)
A vibrant twist on the mundane day-to-day of a young 20-something, this illustrated story deals with that scary realization every person deals with: This is it? This is MY life? Centered around Meiko, a recent college graduate who finds herself struggling to enjoy coorporate slavery, Solanin documents her journey to break away from the social standards of having a stable job. She choses freedom over stability, and over the course of the book, she discovers herself through music.
Also weaved into the plot is a love story, a story of friendship, and a story of an artist. But, I'll spare you all of those summaries.

(A page from the manga.)
Totally void of age-old plastic characters and dead storylines, Solanin is purely a joy to view. I fell in love with it, and finished it in maybe four hours tops. I guess the story is a bit relatable, haha.
What do you think? Have you seen this before?
Until later,
-Kateri Joe
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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