"The long-awaited musical sequel to Legoland, from Victoria’s Atomic Vaudeville, Ride the Cyclone spotlights a teenage chamber choir from Uranium, Saskatchewan who died in a roller coaster accident at a traveling fair. Karnack, a mechanized fortune-telling machine, feels responsible for the young choir’s demise, and gives the teens a chance to express themselves to the world after death. Ride the Cyclone is their final recital, where they celebrate their individuality while coming to terms with their untimely demise."
She lost her head in a roller coaster accident and steals one from a doll as a replacement. Her deep black eyes are surrounded by the sunshine blond curls that frame her face.
“She stole this doll head and doesn’t know who she is and has no recollection of anything,” said Sarah Jane Pelzer, who plays the character in Ride the Cyclone, created by Victoria’s Atomic Vaudeville. “She is a doll-like character and there is a stiffness to it, disconnectedness.”"
So, my son comes to me one day saying he wanted to make a Coke look like a doll. It's a long story, but it was for someone at work. And, it was definitely a gag.
I beheaded one of my 18" dolls and planted her on my laptop desk. She never saw it coming.
She is now the avatar for this creepy site. Her legend lives on. You can see she's sitting in the lap desk drink holder.
Her fate was to sit on the top of a Coke bottle and provide a whole lot of WTF. She did well.
Her body lived on for a little while and then probably got tossed. It was just about as creepy as this one, but not quite.
It could have been worse. Her body could have gone to the land of lost headless dolls.
When I was coming up, a long neck was a beer. Maybe not a Duff like Homer drinks, but definitely a beer.
Turns out, there's more than one kind of long neck. At CreepyDollHeads.com, we keep a lookout wherever we go for creepy doll heads. This lady looks pissed. She is also looking like she wants to hurt somebody. I reckon that's the price of having a long neck, huh? Or maybe she's miffed cause she has no hair. And who styled her with a gold neck and silver lips? Tacky.
We're going to call this an artsy creepy doll head since it's not technically a doll head. Mmmkay?
I do have a history with dolls, or should I say mi muñeca historia. I got this really bangin' doll in about 1962 - she could say ABCs and add numbers, all at the pull of a string. Her name was Suzy Smart and she came with the desk and blackboard in the picture. I never took her head off and made art out of her, but I could have!
But I digress. Today is Sunday. The first thing I thought about for our maiden voyage into breakout week was U2 singing "Sunday, bloody Sunday!" And so, here you go. Someone had the wherewithal to create a pencil sharpener with a doll head. You're welcome.