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I really need to put Dollhouse in my Netflix queue, because apparently in one of the (many, many) episodes I missed, Eliza played a dominatrix. Which, yes, normally I am indifferent to, but sweet holy fucking UNF, would you look at that girl.
I. Um.. I. I’ll be in my bunk.
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Oh, my god. SD Plush Gandalf. The cuteness, it buuuuuuuuuuurns. I. I’m going to have to own that. Oh, my god. And Legolas! Frodo! EVEN THE ORC IS ADORABLE. Dear Sideshow,
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Okay, I partially take back what I said in the last post. From the right angle, the Black Widow figure looks exactly like ScarJo. There are however plenty of angles from which it really does not, and I gotta tell ya, the open mouth is starting to really annoy me. I still kind of dig her, though. Not $150 worth, but she is cool, and I can see how she might be worth it to some people. Sort of. Me, if I’m going to spend that kind of money, its going to be on Mal. I am waiting (im)patiently for the weekend and the Tonner convention to be over, that we might finally see him, and know his price. I want him so bad my teeth ache. WHY IS IT NOT MONDAY YET?
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Normally I’m all about a good likeness in a head sculpt, but in this case, its…um. Yeah. I mean, on the one hand, holy crap AWESOME. And on the other, wow, the head is just several different kinds of unfortunate. And towering over both hands is the fact that, accurate as it is, the And then there’s the ScarJo/Black Widow figure who fails the “if I saw the doll naked in a yard sale, would I recognize it as the actor” test. About the only part they captured is her magical mouth-breathing abilities, so of course, they try to compare it to the .005 seconds of her life that she has her goddamn mouth closed. *facepalm* I kind of want it, though. Hot, kick-ass redhead is right up my alley, no matter how overrated and obnoxious the actress is. And the fact that it doesn’t really look her actually helps in this case. But if Hot Toys’ Silk Spectre II was any indication, Black Widow’s gonna be a wallet-raper. I really, really hope mwctoys.com reviews her when she comes out. It’ll probably be the closest I ever come to seeing her in person.
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I kind of put off shopping for the siblings’ birthdays this year. “Kind of” being code for “the first one is tomorrow and I have only just ordered their presents.” So, um. Go, me. Honestly, I just kept losing track of time. I knew perfectly well they were coming up, but my brain insisted in believing that there was still time. And now there is very clearly not, so. Ordered. Unless my sister suddenly materializes on our doorstep, I have every faith that it will arrive before we see her and her mister next, but my brother might have to settle for a “Hey! Look what will be yours just as soon as it arrives!” card. On the bright side, I will finally be trying out the Legend of Zelda games. I know, 2010 and I’ve never played one. Bad gamer! And the bestest loves them, which makes it even weirder. But I had a Gamestop card, and Gamestop happened to have the Collector’s Disc with like, the first four games on it at a really nice price, so I’m getting it. It will give me something to do when the weather turns gross this summer, and it’ll get me away from the fracking computer. Win! Now if I could just get the fucking “United States of Tara” theme song out of my head….
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Whee! I won an auction for a Sideshow Faramir! I really thought I was going to get outbid: the damn thing was at my bid limit for the last 30 hours, and I went to bed early with a headache and was fully expecting to log in to an outbid notice, but no! Fara, he is mine, and soon the brothers ‘Mir shall be reunited! Yay! Boy better not hold his breath on when exactly he’ll get his woman, though. Eowyn is lower quality, but so often goes for more. Or, rather, gets listed as a Buy-It-Now with an absolutely ridiculous price, and never goes for anything at all because, oh, hey, ridiculous BIN price. He can just console himself with…um. I don’t really have an abundance of blondes around here. Its pretty much just Black Canary Barbie (who is married), and the True-Type female (who is currently an empty jar waiting for a personality to be assigned her). Neither of which are really date material. Poor Faramir. Even with his entire family dead, he still gets boned by being the younger.
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I keep staring at this auction for the Sinister Circus Ring Mistress. Most of the Sinister Circus line I find creepy or otherwise unappealing, but the Ring Mistress just does it for me. I love that face. Can’t. Stop. Looking. And I just realized I left my hoodie upstairs. I really hate running back up when I’ve only just come down, but I probably will. It just gets too cold down here when the AC is on. Bah. Bah, I say!
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So, Thursday was my birthday, and it was quiet and lazy and simple and generally pretty good and! I got this. Honestly, I had half-forgotten that I’d ever sent a link for her to Mom, and it didn’t really enter my mind that I would actually get her, since sometime after that Tonner’s Browncoat Breakfast came to my attention and it was agreed that Mal, so long as he wasn’t over a certain price, would be my birthday gift…whenever the hell he comes out. (He won’t even be revealed for a month! AARRGGH.) But Mom has this thing, where she wants people to have something to actually open on the day, and for whatever reason, she decided that would be my something. And y’all, she is rockin’. I wanted to use her for everything before, and now that I have her, I want to use her for ev-e-ry-thing. Underneath the silicone, there’s a normal doll frame, so she still has waist movement, while actually looking good. The hands and feet remove easily for switching, but they also stay firmly in place. Her joints will actually hold. I left her standing on one foot in a yoga pose, and she barely even needed the stand. SHE CAN DO YOGA POSES, PEOPLE. And! When you sit her down, the silicone at her lower stomach pooches out a bit like a real belly! Its AWESOME. There are a couple of downsides. She’s slightly fugly, for one. I knew that ahead of time, so its not really a big deal, but there is a reason all the production photos are angled. And fresh from the package, she has a new-plastic-and-rubber stench that cannot be ignored. A few days in the hall to the garage with an open window have mostly cleared it up, but wow that shit was strong. And, the one thing that might prove a problem — or at least, narrow down the possibilities of who she can be — she’s surprisingly dark. The prototype photos show a really pretty kind of peaches-and-cream tone, and the actual doll is tanned, with a slight dusky undertone. Kind of makes me wonder what the Cuban version looks like in person. Still, I’d like to get a couple more at some point. And some of the males, maybe. If the female True-Type figure turned out this cool, I am really interested in seeing how the male figures are.
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The last couple days have been complete ass. Can’t get to sleep or stay asleep because my brain is loud and hating me, which means that I’ve got a stress stomach-ache most of the time, and when I’m awake I’m that much more likely to cry (which also makes my stomach hurt! Rock on!) because I haven’t had a decent rest. I’m probably not getting enough protein, either, between the depression-related drop in appetite and the fact that its hard to feel hunger or anything else past the giant knot of suck that is currently my stomach. And now that I’m thinking about it, my brain totally thinks a pork barbecue sandwich from Iggy’s would be awesome. My stomach just…knots a little more. Kind of a moot point, anyway, since its only 10 am. Anyway. Mostly I’m just sitting here re-reading The Secret Life of Dolls and thinking about how I’m going to do a Tonner-sized superhero mask. My current plan is to lay tracing paper over the face, draw the shape I want over the features, cut it out of a lightweight cardboard (maybe an old file folder), and then cover it with fabric. Then I can add ribbon to tie it on with, and I might even line the inside with felt, to help it look more finished. Just painting it on would be so much easier, but since I can’t guarantee that I’m not going to change my mind about the project and want (or need) to sell the base doll later…a tie-on mask just seems the best route. Look at me, being all sensible and shit. Scary.
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I really don’t want or need to join a new role-playing board. I really, really don’t. And I’m going to keep telling myself that until it sinks in. |
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