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Permalink You’d think I’d know better by now than to read comments on any blog site that runs pictures of women. Disgusting and hateful and vile doesn’t even crack the surface. Ugh.
Anyway. I am less than impressed by Kim Kardashian’s Playboy pics. I’m not a fan of hers, because being famous for doing nothing is stupid and obnoxious, but I always thought she was pretty, and I like Playboy, generally. But honestly, the clips of the shoot they kept showing on E! had better shots than those. And I can’t figure out how, for someone who seems to be so concerned with keeping her bits covered (which in and of itself is puzzling, because hi, sex tape), her shoot ended up feeling so…porny. I just don’t get it. But I am glad I didn’t buy that issue.
I did buy Adrianne Curry’s second issue, though. That was kind of diappointing, too, in a way. She looked fantastic, but the pictorial was all “fashion editorial, trying to make a statement by going sans fashion!” and didn’t really feel at all “Playboy.” It didn’t really feel very “Adrianne,” either, it was like they were all too busy trying to be edgy and daring to bring any personality to it. So…pretty, but unsatisfying.
Altho…should Adrianne ever decide to do a third? I’ll totally buy that one, too.
Permalink Two days till Christmas. I’m still trying to figure out where the hell the month went, let alone the year.
I’m feeling okay so far this year. Some of it may be purely material reasons. I sold a boxset I couldn’t watch for $61, and used a good chunk of the money to buy myself the Sideshow Plo Koon figure. Merry Christmas to meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Seriously, I’m smiling just typing about it. Plo! And he’s on his way to ME! YAY!
Also yay, my mother has ordered, as a combination Christmas/birthday gift, a new computer for me. It is shiny and sleek and beautiful and I fully plan on retro-grading it with XP, but just to be fair, I will force myself to actually work with the Vista for a week or so. Even though its buggy and does not play well with games and I utterly hated the five seconds I toyed with it in the store the other week. I will try it and then I will downgrade the fuck out of it.
I really hope the gifts I ordered for my mother come tomorrow. I really don’t want to make little “your gift=coming soon!” cards, and they’re not nearly as fun to open as te real thing.
So, yes, feeling mostly okay (and totally materialistic), but still a bit blah, and there’s a weird knot in my stomach that I’m trying very hard not to worry about, as that would probably only make it worse. I’d like for this to be a good Christmas. I haven’t had one in a really long time.
Permalink GERMANY, FTW! I totally need a “Worship Me, I’m (Part) German” shirt, yo.
Permalink Oh, how I wish I had $200 laying around. Then I could get a custom Jensen head sculpted, and my squee would be heard ’round the world.
But. $200. Ouch. $20 of it is shipping, which on the one hand is a little crazy, but on the other hand, if you’re spending $180 on a custom sculpt, you want to be damn sure that puppy’s gonna arrive in pristine condition. Plus, you’re already spending $180, so shut the fuck up.
I’m trying to pick out an actress to represent a character, and I gotta tell you, its not going so well. Possibly I should pack it in and try again when I’m not yawning and mud-brained. That would probably be the smart thing to do. But really, when have I ever been smart?
Permalink Even the nudity in some Bibles was not there when the inspired pen was put to paper; man put nudity in the Bible, not God. That some church approved nakedness in the Bible does not make it acceptable to God. Indeed God speaks darkly and shamefully of nakedness (the display of nudity) more than 40 times from the Old Testament to the New Testament.
So…are we just eliminating Genesis from the Old Testament, now? Because if God made humans naked and walked and talked with them whilst they were naked, and they were only ever even clued in that they were naked by the eating a certain fruit, then it doesn’t really follow that he really gives a damn about nudity. And if we’re allowing that man has put their own spin in the Bible, then, um. How exactly does one come to the conclusion that its the nudity and not the lack of continuity that’s the fault of filthy, sinning man? I’m just asking to learn, man. Teach me how you think when your brain is so obviously not in use.
I bet you he’s one of those people who is convinced that one single movie can turn a kid into a follower the devil, too. Your years and years of love and teaching and showing by example was so shoddy, your faith is so weak, that it can be undone in two hours? By moving pictures of total strangers? Really? Wow. That’s. Wow.
Permalink Think I’m a little low on protein this morning, because I really should not be as tired as I am. Should’ve had something better than a package of PB crackers, I guess. Dummy me.
But! My DS might come today. KB Toys projected a delivery date between December 5th and 12th, but according to UPS, its already in Ohio, which would make it odd if it didn’t arrive this week. And, depending on where the facility in Ohio is, it really could arrive today. That would be super cool.
I ordered one of the loose female bodies from Hero Builders. Hopefully it will be as nifty in person as it looks on the site. Also hopefully, I won’t have too much trouble finding a head I like for it. I have to buy it special, tho, because I got the black female body, and with the exception of a small My Scene Madison collection, I really don’t have any black female dolls. Unless you count Mattel’s Princess of Ancient Egypt, but while she is technically African, is more “vague exotic ethnic” in appearance. Integrity Toys makes an “Ancient Legends” Egyptian doll whose clothes kind of leave something to be desired, but is much more African in appearance. She might be a good head donor, actually, if I can find her cheap. I’m not gonna hold my breath on that one, tho.
Think I’ll go watch a movie. Maybe it’ll help wake me up a little.
Permalink My preorder of the “Hogfather” DVD has come in. We’re gonna pick it up next week. Hopefully I can get volume two of “His Dark Materials,” although if they have a nice boxset, I might just go for that, instead.
I’m not sure why I’m up. I meant to go to bed an hour ago. And actually, an hour before that, as well.
Did I ever mention that I got the Qui/’Dala Defense of Naboo set? I can’t remember if I posted about it, or just planned to. That happens to me more than you’d think. Or maybe not. Anyway. I got it, and including shipping it was less than most folks ask for an opening bid. AND IT WAS COMPLETELY UNOPENED. Honestly, I don’t know why no one outbid me. It has since been opened, because I collect for me, and my love of Star Wars, and not for resale value. Even if I put everything back, I always like to open things at least once. Of course, in this particular instance that involved removing the center pillar of the box, and so many damn twist ties and whatnot that Quigee and ‘Dala will never go back into place 100%. I’ll probably be moving them into cases eventually, but for now, they’re reclining within the box. Qui is fucking AWESOME. So much better than the regular Qui-Gon that he was worth the price, all by himself. Guh.
He does make me wish the other tall boys came in versions that towered properly as well, though. The only one that I’m aware of is the Old Anakin figure that came in a special set with a Vader book. Supposedly he was 13 inches. I have seen customs of Vader and Dooku done in the 13-14 inch range, though I have no idea where they got the taller bodies. I’ve never seen a tall Mace done, though. And, y’know, no one ever does Amidala and Maul in their proper teensy proportions. I wonder why?
Permalink I just watched “Katie Morgan on Sex Toys,” and its official: I have a GINORMOUS fucking crush on her. Cutest. Porn Star. Ever. I think I need to buy Katie-porn. Or at least DVDs of her HBO specials, because she makes me giggle and happy and smitten when an hour ago I was moody and weepy.
Dear Santa,
Katie for Christmas? I’ve been good (mostly). And I could really use the cheer. And there’s a little lonely girl inside me that never stopped believing in you, so would it really kill you to believe back? I mean, um. Porn is love. Yes.
love always, me.
Permalink I was going to go to bed, but I just saw a picture of a bear with severe mange and NGZNBFJEBGJWBGVJVGJABGWKAN. I see your gyuhhhh and raise you a ngyahhh. *twitches* Don’t believe what anyone says about bears being hairy for warmth or protection, GOD MADE THEM HAIRY ‘CAUSE LOOKING AT THEM NAKED FREAKED HIM THE FUCK OUT.
Ahem. Moving on. I’ve been trying to find a how-to for traditional Japanese hairstyles. I can find all kinds of images, and selling of hair ornaments and immortalgeisha.com has some really interesting in-depth on the whens and whys of maiko and geisha hairstyles, but no how. I’m starting to think I’m just going to have to invent something. Which is not a huge deal, as its for a doll, and meant to be more Japanese-inspired than straight Japanese, but its easier to change when you at least have some base guidelines, and honestly? Hair is not exactly where my creativity lies. I’ve had inch-long hair for about eight years now, that’s how hair-creative I am.
Oh, well. I’m not going to invent anything right now, anyway. I might even go to bed and risk the bear-mange nightmares.
Er. Maybe not….
Permalink Repaints like this are exactly why I want to have “before” shots for as many customs as I can when I finally get my site going. Scrolling through the pics, the doll’s pretty, I like her, but there’s something about the eyes that bugs me a little, maybe they’re open a bit too wide. And then you see the shot of the doll before all the work, and wow. Cindy did some fine work, there. And not only does the overly-open feeling get explained, but you can see just how much she actually managed to fix.
And sometimes you don’t even need a full repaint to get a huge difference in the feel. Times like that, maybe “before” pictures are even more important.
Not that I’m ever going to be anywhere near her caliber, or Laurie Leigh’s, or my own personal favorite, American Jezebel’s. In fact, looking at their stuff, I’m sometimes left wondering why I even bother trying. But honestly, I just like it, and unlike some other things, I have not yet self-hated my way out of being able to do it. Hopefully, I won’t. Even more hopefully, the muses might creep back and learn to whisper a little louder than the bad voices do. Hopefully. Gotta have hope. Sometimes its all you have.
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