dancing Queen

Trying out WordPress, because Blogger will no longer support FTP after May 1.  (Or so they say, but its already a bitch and a half to get anything to post, so…color me slightly skeptical.  Also, bitter.)  They are offering a conversion, but the gist of it is either you go back to Blogspot (AAAAAHAHAHA, NO) or you enter into a set-up where they still host it, but the address is somehow at your domain.  I have not seen how this works explained to my satisfaction, and frankly, I do not want to change my blog URL at all, no, not even just from domain/blog to blog.domain.  This is my place, and it will be subject to my petty little whims, and mine alone.

And, y’know, Dreamhost to a minor extent, but as long as they are paid and I’m not doing crazy illegal shit, they don’t really care.  I <3 Dreamhost.

And so far, I am okay with WordPress.  The true deciding factor may come down to just how much customization I can figure out.  It has been a long time since I taught myself HTML, kiddies, and quite frankly, I’m a lot stupider now.

I’m also cold, and kind of hungry, so for now, dQ is just going to look like this.  But fear not!  I have ideas.  Or…actually, maybe you should fear that.

This is Sarge.

Sarge is awesome.

Sarge could use a little help right now.

Am I still asleep, or did some dipshit at Yahoo! just use a picture of Ewan McGregor for a Roman Polanski headline?

I’m all head-achey and the world is covered in super-reflective snow, so of course we’re planning to go out today. *twitch* Its not completely a stupid move, though. We got, like 20-inches this past weekend, and they’re making noise about another ten over tonight and tomorrow. To which I say, “FUCK YOU, NATURE!” And also, “I need to get out briefly before I hurt somebody.”

So. Yes.

I actually have some small amount of monies, and I am being good and attempting to save it for the still-hypothetical release of Tonner Jane. The next movie is due at the end of June, I think, and the TwiVillains from the first movie showed up right around the time the second came out, so hopefully there will be at least prototype pics in time for the third. Or just a date. An approximate date would be fine. It would actually be really good, because while the longer it takes means more time to gather the funds with which to purchase her, it also means that much more time for me to get discouraged or distracted and blow the whole wad on something else. In an effort to help myself avoid doing that, I am permitting myself to use some of it on items/materials that will aid in the Jane-to-Cassie transformation, so long as they’re cheap, or, if he suddenly pops up at an attainable price, I have decided that I am allowed to blow it on my Sideshow Angel.

Let’s not anyone hold their breath on that one, though, mmkay?

Of course, part of me thinks I should use it for getting Sue a new body, instead. I’ve never been happy with the body they gave her. It fits with the books, since I believe she’s about 12 there, but the dolls are modeled after the Narnia movies, and Anna Popplewell was more like 16, and possessed of a lovely, womanly figure. The barely-boobed, tomboy figure of the “Hermione” body doesn’t really work.

So…it is possible, if I spy one at a really good price, that I will give in and get Sue a more fitting body. But I’m trying not to. Trying to be good, here, and use my infrequent spending money smartly.

…..probably best not to hold our breath on that, either. Just to be safe.

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.

So I log into my email this morning:

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….

(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!