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Permalink Y’know, I have to say, watching Battlestar Galactica, I was not really getting the attraction of Number Six. But looking at Tricia Helfer’s Playboy shoot, I um. I may be coming around. Woman is hot like woah.
I’d still rather have Grace Park, though. And I’m not picturing her hypothetical spread in my head, really, not at all, I swear, stoplookingatmelikethat.
I feel drained and headachey, and I am not liking it one bit, sir.
On the upside, my Boromir figure arrived Saturday, and he is every bit as awesome as I was led to believe. One of the connecting loops on his swordbelt had come undone, and I had a brief spot of vexation repairing it — sometimes human hands are just too frickin’ big, y’all — but it was simple enough and he is now whole and awesome and making all the Barbies swoon.
Today is the day we pick up my birthday cake. If I’m still feeling all achey and blah later, though, I may just lay down and let other people get it. Yeah. That’s sounding like a really good idea right now….
Permalink EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! For my birthday present to myself, I have gotten Sideshow’s 12-inch Boromir figure. Because I am a huge dork, and Sideshow does awesome figures, and oh, yes, BOROMIR, HELLO. Looooooooooove. All my various Star Wars figures will not know what to make of him, I’m sure. Asajj will probably want to kill him and take his stuff, so we’ll have to make sure Boro’s kept well away from her. Perhaps I’ll keep him in the back room, so that the Princesses of the World can drool over him from their cases.
Should I ever find him cheap enough, it would be nice to get Faramir, that the ‘mirs might be reunited. However, Boro’s my favorite LoTR character, and the only one I really have interest in owning anything of. Fara’s cool, its just…he’s Fara. And thus, not Boro. I’m slightly fixated, I know this.
In my head, the box has already arrived and I am hugging the bejeezus out of it. Have I mentioned I’m a dork? Because that really doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Permalink Birthday’s in ten days. I will be old, but I’ve felt much older for a very long time, so its not that bad, really. (And I act younger in many ways, I know, but whatever gets you through the day.) I’m really, really hoping that my brother continues his tradition of Paypal-ing me money, as there is something that I want with an extra-large capital W-A-N-T. However, since he will be a father in 2-3 days, I’m trying my best not to expect anything. He could very well forget altogether. There are worse things.
I’m looking forward to my birthday cake, though. My mom ordered a small Strawberry Passion from Cold Stone Creamery. We’ve never had anything from them before, but their stuff all sounds and looks really good. Fingers crossed, yo.
I’ve been watching the first seasons of Battlestar Galactica and Torchwood. Can’t quite decide how I feel about either of them. There’s things I like, and well, I keep having Netflix send more, so I guess I like them? Then again, there’s mostly just crap on lately, or depending on when I’m up, porn and infomercials.
Although, the porn does sometimes have Katie Morgan….
Permalink Y’know what I love? When you’re sitting in the living room, reading a book, TV turned down low for background noise, and someone comes in and turns it up really loud. And then, when you’ve sighed and closed the book and said, “I guess I’ll go do something else, then,” and are half-way out of the room, they go, “Oh. Did that disturb you?” GEE, WHATEVER GAVE YOU THAT IDEA? Asshole.
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