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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Urgh. Watched Becoming Jane. Reinforced my belief that I am, in fact, a guy with a vagina. I don’t get the appeal of…well, of romances in general, but especially the kind where the entire relationship is mutual annoyance and dislike and the misunderstandings are just nonstop and somehow this equals true love. I mean, really? There are girls out there for whom this is Good Stuff? Really? And the ending. Many years after leaving her love for the good of his family, and she has never married, and she looks at him as though he is every Christmas ever tied up with a bow and placed behind a wall of barbed wire, and he? Married someone else. But, oh, he named their eldest daughter Jane! See, he wuuuuuuuuuuuuuvs her! Yeah, great. Jane was loyal and true to her death, and Douchebag McCuntrag over here couldn’t even respect the woman he consoled himself with sufficiently to put aside the torch. Its so romantic that I could just barf up my own lungs. And then slit my wrists with them. Fucking Christ. …I still love Anne Hathaway, though.
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Oh, god. I got it in my brain that the Sideshow BSG Athena doll would make a great base for a custom of a chara of mine, and just…no. NO. I mean, she would, totally, she’d be great, and I think she’s pretty, and its kind of relief because I could not for the life of me figure out my affection for that doll, but OH HELLS, NO. $50 for a fucking kitbash? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NO. And yet? Sooooooo want to. Oh, shit. It just occurred to me that I might actually have $50 coming my way. Oh, shit. HOW DO YOU “LALALAICAN’THEARYOU” YOUR OWN BRAIN? SEND HEEEEEEEEEEELP.
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Ah, Yahoo, how you amuse me.
Pardon my lolcat, but um, examples – ur doin it wrong. There is the bizarre possibility that someone over there actually thought that was a good picture, in which case, y’know, glasses are good for that. Or maybe its even randomly picked by some program. But I get great glee in imaging that someone actually went through a few pictures to go with the headline, recognized how deformed Aniston looks there, and chose it regardless — nay! Chose it because she looks heinous. Ah, hypothetical Yahoo employee, how I love thee.
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Today is so vastly superior to the other day. I mean, the sheer lack of random crying made it automatically better, but the addition of my Sunny girl and winning an auction for Sideshow Cordelia at a really good price? Through the roof better, y’all. And yes, Cordy is the one I was talking about getting for myself in the last entry. You see why Angel will have to eventually be obtained, yes? (There’s actually a UK listing for him that is an excellent price, even with the conversion rate, but his sword is missing, and I’m afraid to even ask about his wrist-stakes.) Now if I could just get some decent food, this day would be excellent.
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Whyyyyyyyyyy are all the reasonably priced Sideshow Angels on eBay the fucking Liam/Angelus version? Hell, most of them are that one regardless of price. Drunk asshole Angel is really not that interesting. Also, the outfit is horrendous. Totally accurate to the show, don’t get me wrong, just….blech. Oh, well. I’m not planning on getting him anytime soon, anyway, but, um. Let’s just say he will eventually be necessary if I’m able to get what I’m hoping to get as my birthday-gift-to-myself. Yes, I am a total lame-oid and avoiding saying who to hopefully avoid jinxing myself. Not that I actually believe that works, but I’m very much the “it doesn’t hurt, either” type. There is also the fact that I have had a few small wavers in my choice. I have a small list of dolls that I want to get, two of whom do not currently exist and one of those probably never will at this point. Trying to prioritize them is…eh. I mean some are easy, like the Tonners go directly to the bottom of the list due simply to the price. (The one exception being this Jacob Black doll, which thankfully turned out to be the work of a OOAK artist. Whom Tonner should totally fucking hire, because that doll rocks hard. I’m not even into Twilight, and I WANT THAT. …the weird blue-green-black hair is unfortunate, though.) *cough* Anyway. I’ve got a three-way jostle for my next-to-buy slot. I’m mostly decided, I just keep worrying that I’ll be disappointed, and yet…I want it more than I am worried. And of the other two, one I don’t even know why I want it, and the other…I’m just not sure that I want it enough. So, yeah, crossing my fingers, and waiting for my money to come in. So that I can spend it. Oy. |
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