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01. Comment to this entry saying 'ICONS!' and I will pick 6 of your icons.
02. Make an entry in your own journal and talk about the icons I picked.
And here are the icons she asked me about:
1. moppet

This is my inner child, aged 2 or 3, caught in the act of "helping" to make breakfast. No one has smeared grease across her face, that's just the way her freckles presented themselves back in the day.
2. trenchcoat

This is from
this Diane Arbus photograph. This young guy is all spiffed up in his trenchcoat and fedora and probably thinks he looks pretty cool, but she's probably taking a picture of him because she thinks he looks funny. There's an innocence in his expression that's quite touching to me—maybe I'll give Arbus the benefit of the doubt and say she saw it, too. To me, this is a symbol of sincerity in the face of irony.
3. le monkey de suck

I use this for "suck monkey" sometimes and sometimes as an example of seemingly good ideas that go horribly, horribly wrong. This was a marionette somebody had posted pictures of on a website (available for children's shows). It is one seriously scary, creepy mama jama. Here's another shot of the dear thing:

4. daredevil kiss

I got this one from
this magazine cover from 1940. One of the stories listed on the cover is "That Daredevil Kiss." It's my emblem of frothy/girlie stuff. You might also want to check out
this cool website.5. thunderbolt

I found this one when I was writing my alternate universe steampunk novel,
A Rain of Angels. I particularly like the detail of the Indian standing on the ground as if yelling, "Hey, what they hell--?" Thunderbolt is the
name of one of Frank Reade's airships. Frank Reade was a fictional character in a series of dime novels for boys written by a
series of different writers starting in 1876. I guess he was quite popular back then, but he didn't get as much wuffie as Jules Verne and H. G. Wells. Not continental enough, I guess. You also might want to
check out this website.6. SC vs. the Martians

hominysnark said, "That one's probably self-explanatory, but you know I had to go there."
Yes, she did have to go there because she's into obscure, very bad movies just like I am. And
Santa Claus Versus the Martians is one of the highest quality truly bad movies in existence—and also one of my favorite episodes of
Mystery Science Theatre 3000. The jokes practically write themselves, folks! Truly wonderful horribleness. I use this as an example of schlockiness and also as "alternate Christimas" icon. This icon is also from
Santa Claus Versus the Martians: