Exploding Poohsticks

From a bit of fluff by Eric Wilson:

Let's put it this way: Barbie is to Cindy Crawford what Hello Kitty is to Naomi Campbell. One is the conscientious workhorse of her oeuvre, with a heart of gold (or plastic) and an improbably perfect body; the other is more difficult to read, with a sinister streak lurking behind that sweet, beautiful facade.

(Two observations do not a trend make, but I can't help wondering if it's the season for debatable analogies in the NYT. There was an article on an Iowan farmer in the Magazine last week that began, "If salami is the blog of cured meats, then prosciutto is the great novel.")

...and, here we are. This is what arrived in the mail from the one and only amazingness that is busaikko-san:

( photos beneath the cut )

(And oh, there is indeed much mayhem planned. *manic grin* But first I need to reheat my tea and do some of the dances-with-PowerPoint that will help underwrite said mayhem, and to deter the dog from sticking her snout into a certain bag of mini-Reese's-cups I've set aside (smiles at aunty_marion), and to figure out how I'm actually going to end part 2 of the fic I've just meta-rambled about to y'all over the past three-odd posts. Onwards!)