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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Am I the only one fucking sick of hearing about Michael Jackson, or just the only one willing to admit it? Yes, he was a music icon, but let's be honest, when was the last time he put out a song that you actually remember? When was the last album? Prior to the giant "OMG NOOOOOOOOO!" response to his death, when was the last time you heard anything about him in the media that did not involve him going broke, acting like a freak, or both?
And now all of a sudden he's everywhere and he was so awesome and oh my god, its just so tragic and everyone everywhere was just the biggest fan of his ever! Fuck off. I didn't care when he was alive, I didn't care when he became white, I didn't care when he made music or danced or slipped mickies to little kids or wore pajamas to his goddamn trial, and outside of the vague weirdness that someone who was famous my whole life is no longer in the world, I couldn't give a flying, iced-over fuck now.
And if you actually gave a shit, you'd have given a shit BEFORE he died. Unless you were related to him, its not your tragedy, and you need to stop fucking gawking, and move the hell on.
:: at the tone, the time will be 7:50 AM ::
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
*cough*
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Saturday, June 27, 2009
So. Strange and embarrassing confession -- I totally dig Jonas. It is so cheesy and lame and WONDERFUL and if it wasn't for the occasional inserted song, it would be the best thing to happen on the Disney Channel since the Mickey Mouse Club. Or at least Kim Possible. The music thing is a problem, though, because, um. The Jonas Brothers, as a band, they, um. What's the word. Suck rancid goat feces. Yeah. I mean, Kevin's pretty good, and Nick's fine as long as you can keep him behind the drum set, but the kid cannot sing for shit, and Joe is only slightly better. Its like, the difference between wincing and going, "oh, honey, no, please don't do that" and "stop doing that or I will stop YOU." Joe is a dying cat, Nick is a dying cat who is being raped and skinned. So...Adam Lambert. BUT THE SHOW. It is awesome. And Kevin? Is the awesomest of all.
:: at the tone, the time will be 6:15 AM ::
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Saturday, June 20, 2009
Updates at the homestead, y'all. ....and I just realized I never updated the Dreambook colors when the last layout went up. The blues, they do not match. Woe.
You'll notice I'm not exactly rushing to fix that.
Very hungry. Really really want a nummy sandwich from the deli, but alas, driving people are not yet up, and the days when I was brave enough to walk a street that curved and busy are far behind me.
Bah. My powers of teleportation need to kick in, already.
:: at the tone, the time will be 9:27 AM ::
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Saturday, May 23, 2009
Adam Lambert Says Sexuality "Probably" Cost Him Idol Win
No, actually, asshole, IT WAS YOUR INABILITY TO DO A SONG WITHOUT SCREECHING AND/OR WAILING. No, really, songs don't need that. No, not even the ones with screeching and wailing specifically written into them. You made me fucking hate you, and it wasn't fair, because you were the only one who understood that no one gives a shit if you're married, or legally blind, or if your wife died, or if you fuck goats, they just want you to sing and then shut up and get off the stage, because, oh, hey! Its a singing competition.
And you lost, dick-munch, because you could only sing one out of every ten songs, and then spent the other nine doing your impression of a cat jerking off while being skinned alive. Sit down and shut the fuck up already.
:: at the tone, the time will be 9:10 AM ::
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Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Found my Buffy figures! The Master seems to be missing, which...eh. Oddly, I still have his candelabras. Hm. I had forgotten how much the female figures blow, though. The facial sculpts aren't too bad, but the hair sculpts are, and the bodies, particularly on the Cordelias, are thick trunked and skeletal-limbed. And poor Regular Cordy, her hair mold causes her to be gazing permanently at her own breasts. (If she actually had Charisma Carpenter's figure, I wouldn't blame her, but sadly this is not the case.)
I had planned on displaying at least some of them, but right now I'm not sure. Spike is currently defying gravity/his coat, but he always falls over eventually, and the shelf with space for them is too far from the lights to really show them off properly.
I dunno. Might just wrap 'em back up and shove 'em back in the box. Except for Angel, who yes, it turns out I do have. He has a bum arm that I'd forgotten about: the joint peg and the lower arm don't connect right, so that the peg sticks up out of the elbow, making the joint loose and the lower arm prone to coming off. Of course, once the lower arm is off, the peg can be pushed down so its flush to the outer/upper bit, but once you try and put the lower arm back on, the peg gets pushed out of place again. I'm torn between just gluing it all together with the peg sticking out permanently, or removing the peg altogether, gluing the arm together, and filling the hole.
Or I could try one of my small metal pins and clap it with some clay. That might leave the arm able to move. Personally, I don't care if his arm moves or not, the fingers are splayed in such a way that it looks weird no matter how you pose the arm, but if I ever decided to sell him, a movable arm would probably go over better.
For now, though, he's gonna just sit--well, stand, really--in Sideshow Cordy's lap and be her snuggle monkey. Its a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
:: at the tone, the time will be 9:07 AM ::
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I'm trying to remember A) where my Buffy figures are, and B) if I ever had an Angel. I know I had Buffy and the Master -- who came as a set, right? I can't figure out why else I would have the Master -- and Giles from the later series with the awesome cemetery base, as well as Spike (who took foreeeveeer, what with the pre-order, and then the store got bought out, and the new place had to through all the old existing shit and blah blah blah there was probably a fucking production delay in there somewhere, it took that long), and I had a boxed set of four figures that was like, two different versions of Xander and Cordelia, because it was the only way you could GET them, and I'm pretty sure I had a Willow, but I cannot for the life of me remember if I had Angel.
I hope I did, because then I could give him to my Sideshow Cordy to cuddle until I can find a Sideshow Angel that does not rape my wallet. It would be so much easier if I wanted the Liam or Angelus versions, but no. I have to have "City Of" Angel. *sighs* Not enough that I'm a dork, I have to be a tool.
On the upside, I did convince my customizer bits that buying Athena to remake would be a Bad Idea. It mostly involved pointing out that she's a pre-order, with an oh-so-exact projection date of "3rd quarter 2009," and reminding myself of the Spike Fiasco, and the lesser Asajj Shenanigans. But hey, it worked, right? For now, anyway. Its possible around Christmas I'll find a review of her at mwctoys.com, and my affection for her will burst into full-on lust, and the psycho within will awake and whisper, "get her for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." But maybe not. Maybe she will be fugly like the Faith doll, and everything within me will go, "eugh. dodged a bullet, there."
What? It could happen. It could! Why are you looking at me like that? STOP LAUGHING.
:: at the tone, the time will be 9:59 AM ::
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