Getting Dusted and Steamed

   Well, now, let's see....where were we? Three days into my new fascination with beginning a sidebar life as a blogskeeper (yes, I JUST coined that phrase; let the residuals start rolling in), I'm doing my best to keep up with the high demand for new blog posts and working intermittently on making the place look a bit more professional. Like everything else in my life, this blog is a fairly eclectic enterprise, although its main purpose is to share my passion for Victoriana/Steampunk in all its beauty, glory and oddness, and to allow me a venue in which to write what I'm calling "Dusted", which consists of my ongoing, real life experiences as a person who knows people who know people in the "Dust World." Not going to say a lot about it here. If you read newspapers or watch televised news, you've probably heard about "monkey dust" aka "bath salts" and sometimes "mad dog", a new synthetic drug currently legal in most U.S. states and making quite a name for itself as well as for those who snort, smoke or inject it. To call it "a new trend" is like calling the acid movement of the sixties "a little thing." Monkey dust is like a white tornado swirling its way through an entire segment of the population, taking with its families, lives, homes and more than a few lives. But like any dust storm, it reveals as much as it destroys. Some of the things it's revealed were revealed to me. How could I be any less forthcoming with my readers....all three of you?
    But it's not all sad drug stories here in Nocturne Land. As I said, the Victoriana/Steampunk connection is huge, with links to other sites and blogs that do the genre proud. I especially recommend a visit to "Retrosexual Risque", your free classic Victorian dirty images connection. Did I say dirty? I meant, "a little soiled." These ladies aren't showing much more than their breasts, although there are a few very pale Victorian buttocks in the mix. But by and large (and a lot of them are pretty Rubenesque), these are ladies who would themselves be aghast to see what constitutes "dirty" and "sexy" today.
   I'm also pretty excited about the weekly "Awful Retro Recipe Photo", which gives new meaning to the phrase, "I don't like the looks of that." Whipped cream and mayo frosting, hot dogs in aspic, canned peaches and tuna sorbet...it's all here, in faded photographic splendor, courtesy of the world's still extant 1950s and 60s cooking books.
   You can also check out my You Tube channel if you have nothing better to do, which I don't, being a "Better Greta." Just like my guardian angel, Ms Garbo. And if she'd had a blog, she wouldn't have had to talk at all.
   The next installment of "Dusted" shows up tomorrow. Get "Dusted." By blog.