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Sodor Peaks

November 30, 2007

When we last visited the Lynchian-like Wonderland that is the stupid wooden train set in Amy's basement that she is obsessed with beyond all that is good and decent, things were bleak. Track shortages had left gaping holes in the railway line. A labor dispute over the protected marshlands had shut all development down on the northeast side of the island, Sir Topham Hatt was blitzed out of his gourd, and Thomas had met his evil twin, Samohto Monteban, who repeatedly foiled his plans to be a Really Useful Engine. Usually by Not Working Together and Getting the Job Done Fast Instead of Right. Tsk tsk, Samohto!

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Since then, massive infrastructure investments have been made, as well as a move towards renewable energy in the form of a windmill. Al Gore even visited the island for a ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Things were looking up.

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Unfortunately, the windmill contract ended up in the hands of organized crime, who quickly began producing "flour," and yet the children of Sodor regularly went without bread or birthday cakes.

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The crime syndicate did manage to get the work stoppage lifted, but then quickly converted the marshlands to a scrap yard, where vehicles often ended up under mysterious circumstances.

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"Fuck all of y'all," said local law enforcement. "I'm getting off this rock and going to Boca."

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After that, nobody even bothers to fish the bodies out of the lake anymore.

"The sign says 'No Fishing'," said Thomas sternly. "We mustn't break the rules."

The other engines all agree that Thomas was one dumb shit, but are too busy fighting for the "flour" delivery job to care about dead bodies.

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Tolls skyrocketed. Deforestation further threatens the island's ecosystem.

Thomas tries to keep smiling, but at night he cries a lot.

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Heavy concentrations of lead have created a population of depressed and suicidal hermaphroditic dairy cows.

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And there's some REALLY weird shit going on at the Olde Genetics Mill.

Yes, things are still bleak on the Isle of Sodor. Is Samohto behind it all? Can he be stopped? Can Thomas and Al Gore save the day?  Will James and Gordon ever stop being so fucking cross all the time? And which, if any, of these photos are staged, and if they were NOT staged, whose imagination should we be most concerned with, mine or Noah's?

Find out in the next installment of SODOR PEAKS: CHOO CHOO CH'BOOGIE WITH ME.

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(Okay, I'm gonna take full responsibility for this one, and yes, I am very ashamed of myself.)

Posted at 02:52 PM in breathtaking dumbness | Permalink

Comments

Heh. Heh heh.

Snort.

EFFIN' FIRST? NO WAY!

Posted by: wordnerd | November 30, 2007 at 02:55 PM

PS before anyone even says it: the red train in the one photo is NOT the red Thomas & Friends train that was recalled. It's an Imaginarium knock-off. An impostor! OMG!

Posted by: amalah | November 30, 2007 at 02:58 PM

One day Noah is going to realize you are the coolest mom EVER.

Posted by: Molly | November 30, 2007 at 02:59 PM

Totally dorky questions: What table did you buy for Noah? We are going to buy one for Christmas and it is very hard to decide what to pick... Agh the decisions involved in parenting...

Posted by: earlyduckie | November 30, 2007 at 03:01 PM
Posted by: Kim | November 30, 2007 at 03:01 PM

Dead of the hilarity. Thunk.

Posted by: liz | November 30, 2007 at 03:02 PM

Preggo Brain(see above)you're too eff'n funny

Posted by: Kim | November 30, 2007 at 03:03 PM

Here's what I learned in the hell that was large animal medicine.

All cattle have horns. Cows, by definition female, typically have their horn buds burned shortly after birth. The cow in question is probably not a hermaphrodite, but cows will hump each other during 'that time' so she may just be confused. Or finding herself.

Oh, and cattle have ONE stomach divided into FOUR compartments. ONE, got it? That question showed up on every damn exam.

Posted by: Christine | November 30, 2007 at 03:06 PM

Oh dear Lord, how could you use your innocent child's toys in such a sick and twisted manner? You better hope the N.O.T.P.S.C.T. (National Organization to Protect the Sanctity of Children's Toys) doesn't get wind of this! Just wait and see what Al Gore has to say about that! There must be something seriously wrong with you.

And with me. Because this is the shit that I tune in daily for.

Carry on.

Posted by: AmyM | November 30, 2007 at 03:09 PM

So when Sir Topham Hat drops his pants does he have a little wooden dowel there, or are his cow-poking parts just painted on?

Posted by: Richard | November 30, 2007 at 03:11 PM

My husband and I are having our first baby in a few months and I'm pretty sure, based on a few pre-baby trips to Toys R Us, that we will probably have more fun with the toys than our kid does!

Thanks for the laugh!

Posted by: lisa | November 30, 2007 at 03:14 PM

Where's Percy? Still in the Closet? I always got a kick out of Sodor...

Posted by: Chris | November 30, 2007 at 03:15 PM

When I visit my nephew, I end up playing with his toys more than he does. So, I am of the firm opinion that playing with your kids toys shows that you have an excellent imagination and a playful heart. Big kids of the world unite!

Posted by: Hope | November 30, 2007 at 03:18 PM

Hey it's clear Toppum Hat was only doing a little cow tipping, and then realized how long it had been since he had seen Mrs. Topless Hat and one thing led to another.

I'm sure rehab will be in order.

Posted by: Lisa V | November 30, 2007 at 03:23 PM

This just made my whole day.

Posted by: Ashley | November 30, 2007 at 03:25 PM

This is almost as twisted and hilarious as the Blue's Clues Entry (http://www.amalah.com/amalah/2006/07/the_kind_of_thi.html) which is still my favorite.

P.S. I spy Clyde's toys.

Posted by: AmyB | November 30, 2007 at 03:26 PM

Where did you get the table? And which train set(s) do you have? Because that is a ROCKIN' setup, and since we're getting ready to move our son to a bigger bedroom with an attached "bonus room" for toys, we could maybe upgrade him to a deluxe train setup like that.

LOVED this post. You crack me up.

Posted by: Tara | November 30, 2007 at 03:29 PM

ROTFLMAO and also.. looking back through the pics to see if I can find "Diesel". I never realized today whilst watching with my son James (who is not impressed with the other train being named James btw) that Diesel is a serious jerk. This post was awesome..keep 'em coming!

Posted by: Dawn | November 30, 2007 at 03:30 PM

That last one is a perfect ending. I'm looking forward to the next installment.

Posted by: Maria | November 30, 2007 at 03:30 PM

oh and nice touch with "Doc" by the way. LOL!!!! the movie "Cars" is the new obsession in the Bent household.

Posted by: Dawn | November 30, 2007 at 03:31 PM

But the sign obviously did not say no swimming.

Go Al Gore!

Posted by: Ree | November 30, 2007 at 03:37 PM

Hoo boy. I'm at work so I had to laugh behind my hand at the Olde Genetics Mill picture and caption.
Oh baby oh baby.
Is it weird that I'm already looking forward to the next installment?
Amalah, you are truly gifted in the hilarity department. Happy Friday!! :)

Posted by: Liana | November 30, 2007 at 03:41 PM

Please never work outside your home again so that you can spend your days taking pictures of your son's toys and writing stories about them and amusing the sh!t out of me. :) The part about the hermaphroditic (read: intersexed) cows killed me. I had tears pouring out of my eyes as I sat at work silently laughing. Read: HARD.TO.DO. :) Also, an audible "No, you didn't!" came out of my mouth at the last picture. With a smile, of course. :)

Posted by: Maxine Dangerous | November 30, 2007 at 03:46 PM

There is no shame in publishing that lurid photo of Sir Topham hat. Possibly it will help him see he's hit rock bottom & needs help with his problems; unlike Britney Spears.

Posted by: cursingmama | November 30, 2007 at 03:49 PM

Classic. Love the last pic.

My husband and I realized we had entered the world of "lame parents" when we found ourselves staying up late reconfiguring our sons tracks and trying to out-do each other. It's seriously the best babysitter in the world though, next to the TV that is.

Posted by: tori | November 30, 2007 at 03:53 PM

OMFG...the COW!!!!!!!!!!

Posted by: susu | November 30, 2007 at 03:58 PM

Hilarious.

I always thought that Sir Topham Hat had some, ahem, issues...

Posted by: jenn | November 30, 2007 at 03:59 PM

Cow love. Ha!

Posted by: Kristie | November 30, 2007 at 04:02 PM

These Thomas the Tank Engine photo essays are becoming my favorite posts ever. With a little more man-on-cow action you could have your own telenovela.

Posted by: MonoCerdo | November 30, 2007 at 04:03 PM

You are definitely the funniest person EVAH. Thanks for making my Friday!

Posted by: Neena | November 30, 2007 at 04:05 PM

you should totally write a children's book. Waaaay more interesting than most of the crap out there.

Posted by: kalisah | November 30, 2007 at 04:07 PM

and what does it say about me that my very favorite thing to read EVER IN THE ENTIRE WORLD is basically a story about you playing with your kid's toys?

Posted by: supertiff | November 30, 2007 at 04:08 PM

I just laughed so hard I almost cried. I can't wait for the next installment.

Posted by: andrea | November 30, 2007 at 04:10 PM

You are so very sick and twisted. And I love it.

Posted by: Lisa Ann | November 30, 2007 at 04:15 PM

I would like to know what Sir Topham is doing behind the roundhouse with the Conductor...

Posted by: sheilah | November 30, 2007 at 04:15 PM

freakin' hysterical

Posted by: ImpostorMom | November 30, 2007 at 04:30 PM

Thank you for making me laugh, yet again! I too have had many a thought about the toys in my house, but never put them to paper (or, well, screen).

Posted by: tracey | November 30, 2007 at 04:34 PM

We got Noah's train table at Target. It's this one.

As for the train set itself...well, it started as a simple Thomas Figure 8 set and has quickly spiraled completely out of control with additional random bridges and NOW A WINDMILL, WHICH I BOUGHT SPECIFICALLY TO FILL A LENGTH OF TRACK THAT I THOUGHT WAS "BORING LOOKING."

We also own every specialty connector-type track AND supplemental Imaginarium trains and track because the fucking thing was costing us a fucking fortune.

(It's worth it! We love it! Noah loves it! It really is his favorite toy in the world, besides the 50 cent plastic dinosaur from Chuck E. Cheese and this butt-ugly set of farm animals I bought for a dollar to keep him happy on the train to NY.)

Posted by: amalah | November 30, 2007 at 04:40 PM

You are waaayyy more imaginative with your Thomas set than we are. This is hilarious!

Posted by: Pamela | November 30, 2007 at 04:46 PM

So when's your first children's book coming out?

That was good. Thanks for the laugh!

Posted by: Dooneybug | November 30, 2007 at 05:08 PM

Oh my gosh! Hermaphroditic cows!!! That's hilarious!!

Posted by: QueenBee | November 30, 2007 at 05:22 PM

You could do a Book of Regrettable Toys. I would buy it and it would sit proudly alongside my Book of Regrettable Foods.

Posted by: Starbuck | November 30, 2007 at 05:26 PM

"Butt"-ugly farm animals? Did you even realize what you said there?? I guess that explains the last photo! At least the guy in the top hat had the grace to blush ;)

Posted by: DebbieS | November 30, 2007 at 05:27 PM

Make it stop!!!

I had to run out of here after the last picture because I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants!

Posted by: Jenny H. | November 30, 2007 at 05:28 PM

Love. It. Especially the Olde Genetics Mill. OMG.

I'm guessing Noah put the dinosaurs there and you put the cow on the track (there's a Thomas the Tank Engine story with a Cow on the Line and I was always, "JUST RUN THE DAMN COW OVER!"

Posted by: Catherine | November 30, 2007 at 05:40 PM

Ok, to show how actually sick and twisted I am, I actually think this is the best blog entry I've read (amalah and others) all year.

Its been a really sucky stupid day, that's all I'm sayin.

Posted by: Mrs Butter B | November 30, 2007 at 05:53 PM

hahaha!
if i owned some kind of production company, i would totally pick up those storylines and make us rich off them!
What 6 year old doesnt love a good hermaphroditic cow every once in a while? EXACTLY.

Posted by: erke | November 30, 2007 at 07:08 PM

ROFL OMG that was brilliant. I love these!!!! That town has more drama than all the daytime soaps put together. Love it!

Posted by: Sarah | November 30, 2007 at 07:22 PM

*snort*
"Useful crew" my butt!

:You are too funny, dear.

Posted by: Elizabeth | November 30, 2007 at 07:25 PM

I like your set better. The set we have is this motorized thing that drops off oranges and the helicopter dude spins it around and they all work together and it's totally awesome. We spent a few minutes (weeks) putting it together, and then remained fascinated with its completely independent operation, until I realized - "Wait, apparently all you're supposed to do is watch this. Is this to keep him occupied? I already have TV for him to watch and be occupied by, I need toys to like, teach him shit."

Posted by: Kate | November 30, 2007 at 07:34 PM
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