She's a living doll...

Here is the Jen "action" figure with my handy-dandy sledge hammer--a must have accessory for the barbarian gal on the go. Now I need to find a mace. I especially like the little hobo bag they gave me. I guess the "action" of the figure was eating, thus explaining why my stomach is showing. I guess things like that will happen after spending afternoons sitting around Starbucks in my shiny black suit doing very little exercise. Also, if you look closely, you'll see the figure's roots are showing, much like mine are at this moment. 


Here are some of my less-than useful job search accessories: two recent copies of the New Yorker, Catch-22 and Neil Gaiman's American Gods--all miniature size, of course. I'm still looking for the perfect "action" coffee mug. 


Action figure party! I located my Mulder and Scully action figures and apparently we're at a Solidarność rally! Maybe Power Punch He-Man will get in on the action.