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Catt's books

Boneshaker
Dreadnought
Four and Twenty Blackbirds
Bloodshot
Clementine
Wings to the Kingdom
Not Flesh Nor Feathers
Hellbent
Fathom
Those Who Went Remain There Still
Dreadful Skin
The Living Dead 2
The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities: Exhibits, Oddities, Images, and Stories from Top Authors and Artists
Bewere the Night
Ganymede
The Inexplicables
Dead Witch Walking
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead
Every Which Way But Dead
A Fistful of Charms


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*jumps about like a jackhammer on crack* Hahaha!!!! It is MINE!! Heh. ^^;

So, um. There’s this company, called Blue Box Toys, right? And they make some truly awesome toys…such as the 12-inch articulated Raziel doll. And if you ask me who Raziel is, I’ll stare at you in silence for five minutes before closing my eyes, shaking my head, and saying, “Oh, you poor child.” Anyway. Blue Box also makes a line of fully-articulated, heavily armed, really cool femmes called the Cy Girls, one of which is P-E-R-F-E-C-T to use for a custom Claire Redfield doll. *grins* Guess where a good chunk of my Christmas money just went.

They also have one that would make for an excellent Jill Valentine, and another for a so-so version of DinoCrisis‘ Regina. But, ah, as you may have surmised from the decor, I’m a bit of a Claire tramp.

Oooh, “surmised.” Aren’t I just verbose. Well…not for that, but, um….BWAHAHA! XD

sounds like backstreet boys, “the call” … aka, the “i’m not cheating on you yet, but once i hang up the phone…..oh, yeah” song

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Okay, so…apparently Blogger was hacked. *twitch* They’re reccommending you change your FTP password if you kept a record of it here, just in case. Which is good and fine and wise, and sucks righteously.

I just really don’t feel digging out the URL for account maintenance, and going thru eighty “that certificate has expired” windows and then waiting an eon for it to load, and changing the password, and waiting an eon for the logout to load, and then hoping to god I can actually remember the password and/or that I typed it correctly.

What I would really like to do is talk to Des, and have a soda, and maybe curl up and watch my boys make asses of themselves on stage for a couple hours. Because really, what the hell is “Justin’s Beat Box” anyway, and why do all the slash girls seem to think its a _really_ _good_ _thing_?

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Merry fucking Christmas.

Sod off.

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Me is a sickie. Bleh. On the upside, skin me… is all shiny and new. *purrs*

Eck. Methinks me is going to go eat, and then sleep. Yeah. Sounds like a plan. Happy Solstice, y’all, a bit late, and happy whatever the hell else you celebrate. Good resties and nice-nice dreams to all my beloveds. *blows a kiss, then toddles off towards the kitchen, clutching JuJu Bear*

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WOO! I finally finally finally got the new layout for “skin me…” done. And the funny thing is, it looks almost exactly like the sketch I did last month when I was trying to figure out what I wanted. *grins and bounces*

Now if I could only figure out what to write for the main menu. *whimpers and drops head onto desk* I’m too tired for this shit….

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I woke up this morning

with a bad hangover

and my penis was missing again.

This happens all the time —

its detachable.

……alright, no. But you know what’s so? Today is MEGGER’S BIRTHDAY!!! *throws streamers and confetti, looses hundreds of balloons and wheels out a cake* Wheeee! Meggy! So how old are you now, sweetie? Cause if its a big one, I’m gonna have to break out the ice cream and strippers, too….

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Its my mommy’s bithday today. *sucks thumb* She’s this many! *pulls a string and hoarde of foam fingers rains down from the ceiling* Hehe. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY! WO AI NI!!

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I am a tomato. I am indecisive and sometimes pretend to be something I am not. I am unpredictable. What fruit are you?

*blinks quietly for several minutes before belching*

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Its weird how, when I get in a fic-reading mood, I will put up with a lot of badness to satisify it, but then I find these strange little things that I just can not seem to handle. At the moment, I’m in a BSB slash place, and don’t ask me why, because I don’t know, and I don’t want to, but I’m reading a fic, a series, no less, that is bad, oh, its so bad. There’s spelling problems, and punctuation problems, and grammar problems, and fucking vocabulary problems…I almost want to think that English is a second or third (or fucking eighth) language for the author, but I know people who aren’t native to the language, and their grammar/vocab problems are entirely different from the ones this person has.

I can’t even say the premise is good, really, cause its kind of shaky, and not playing out that interestingly, so again, not sure why I’m still reading, except possibly I’m just that damn stubborn.

But what keeps killing me, and is driving me so nuts that I’m babbling all this, is their insistence on referring to Kevin Richardson’s eyes as “sapphire green.” >.< Ok, first? NO. Just...how does one come under the delusion that sapphire is a shade of green? I suppose I could flinch and tell myself that they've just confused sapphires and emeralds -- as painful as THAT would be — but…his eyes aren’t emerald, either. Now, peridot, maybe. So…pale, peircing green, confused with rich, vibrant blue. How…how does that fucking happen? I…shoot me, why am I still fucking reading this?!?

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Everytime I think I’m the dumbest mofo on the planet, someone goes out of their way to prove me wrong. Jesus H Fucking Christ on a retarded pony. I…ow, alright? Just fucking OW.

In high school I used to have this saying, “Sometimes I think the world should just blow up…but then something good comes on the radio.” Now, its, “Sometimes I think. The world should just blow up.”