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Monday, January 18, 2010
So...did Vincent Kartheiser lose like, every bet ever? Cause, I'm having a hard time coming up with another explanation for...pretty much his whole head region....
Then again, he is standing just behind Christina Hendricks while she's wearing a dress that refuses to even attempt to contain her bosom. No, seriously, its like the bodice is presenting her breasts to you, and saying, "Can you believe how incredible these are?" And yes, yes I can. I have seen them before, and they defy this and all other realities.
So clearly, Vincent won one bet, and it was The Most Important Bet of All. Or possibly god was making up for...um...nothing on his IMDB Filmography is bad enough to warrant that level of recompense. Maybe he was born with his dick tied in a knot? I don't know.
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Thursday, January 07, 2010
So I log into my email this morning:
....they say, using a picture of the werewolf.
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Sunday, January 03, 2010
I love how my brain is trying to distract me from fantasies of probably-expensive projects with fantasies of less-expensive projects that I had not previously considered. It is so sane in here, you just would not believe.
New Year's was good. We celebrated by baking cookies and watching "The Dark Knight" while scarfing cheese-and-crackers, chips-and-dip, and the aforementioned cookies. Its a family tradition. Mom had two glasses of wine and declared that I make the best chocolate chip cookies in the world. *grins* Just remembering it is a happy-maker.
For Christmas I got the Castle tie-in novel, "Heat Wave." It...was less than stellar. I mean, the story itself was good enough, and the dialog was giddily reminiscent of the show, but the actual narrative voice wavered between mediocre and kind of bad. And yet! It was an actual, physical book from a fictional author. With real authors giving blurbs as if he was a real author who had written many books! That they had read, even! Acknowledgments were written at the end in the character of Richard Castle. It is complete with Castle's bio, and a picture of Nathan Fillion two seconds from full-on smirk on the back. As a "real" book, its a bit of a disappointment. As a snickering, fan-service piece of show merchandise? It is so fucking awesome.
Maybe next year we'll get a Castle calendar. Mmmmmm, twleve months of Nathan on my wall....
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Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Your Viking Name is...
Ketilríðr Goatcrusher
(Well, actually, that wouldn't really be your name -- since you're female, your name would be something like "Ketilríðr Björnsdottir". But this is the twenty-first century, and you want to be known for who you are, not for who your father was, right? Right.)
Your Viking Personality: You're a fearsome Viking, but you aren't completely uncivilized. The other Vikings make fun of you for that. You have a thirst for battle -- unfortunately, you're not terribly good at it. You probably know which end of a sword to hold, but you're not a fearsome fighter by any stretch of the imagination.
A long sea voyage aboard a Viking longboat would be difficult for you, but you might be able to manage it. Other Vikings would consider you "one of the guys" if you were a guy. (But even though you're a woman, they still think you're all right.)
You have a fairly pragmatic attitude towards life, and tend not to expend effort in areas where it would be wasted. Other people tend to think of you as manipulative and conniving.
Find your Viking Name!
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Monday, December 28, 2009
One day I'm going to get my hands on the September '02 Blender with Michelle Branch on the cover. I saw it once on eBay, but the seller was asking like, $25 for it, and, ah, no. Except now I wish I'd gotten it anyway, because no one ever wants to part with the fucker. Whenever it shows up, its always the Mandy Moore or Paulina Rubio covers.
With my luck, if I do find it again, folks will be asking $30, and then I'll just have to beat my head against the wall until the pain stops. And also, not get it, because AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHANO.
But I live in hope. Or possibly delusion. ....its probably delusion.
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Saturday, December 19, 2009
It is snowing like a bitch outside. I should be using this opportunity to work on the rest of the Christmas cookies. Instead I'm fucking around on Facebook and doing a lot of custom work in my head.
Can't seem to get the engine going on actual physical work, but in my head? Busy busy busy. Among other things -- somewhere I have a spare Kocoum, and I keep poking at it in my head, trying to figure out if his head could be repainted and put on another body to make a decent Saul Dustcircle.
Of course, I have to find him, first. But I'm aching to do a Jill Kismet, and Jill needs Saul, and Kocoum would save a lot of time and effort, there.
Not that I'm doing so good with any effort at all. And I've been having some problem with sealer tackiness. The fact that everybody fucking says "use a good sealer" and never goddamn makes any recommendations doesn't help. GOT IT. QUALITY IS DESIRED. I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. THANKS FOR YOUR NO HELP WHATSOEVER.
*sighs* I really wonder why I bother sometimes.
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
Someone is selling a nude Sideshow Legolas with a broken foot. Because...Legolas is so...useful...and cool...and so very, very Legolas...with...none of his shit? I....what?
The sad part is, he is so ridiculously cheap that I actually find it tempting. *facepalm*
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Hello, and welcome to my 1,100th post. The mind, she boggles.
Anyway.
I saw this nekkid Trinity resin statue on eBay, and...I don't get it. I mean, kick-ass chick in vinyl and leather, Carrie-Anne Moss, porn -- all good things. The Matrix...vastly overrated, but entertaining, so fine. I just feel like, if you have the hots for Trin, then the ridiculously-endowed hentai style of it will not be $250 worth of appealing to you, and if you are into that style, you can get your jollies elsewhere and for cheaper (because you know having "The Matrix" on it bumped up that price tag).
And yet, there is a bid on it, so clearly I am wrong, and people need to stop letting their genitals have their credit card numbers.
They should be like me, and let their ambitious fangirl sides have them instead. ¬_¬
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