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Permalink As much as I like WoW, sometimes I really hate it, too. Like when you breathe a sigh of relief at a narrowly achieved quest and turn to get the hell out of dodge only to realize that some schmuck is yelling and calling you a bitch because you didn’t notice that he was talking at all, nevermind to you.
Seriously, who watches the chat panel while they’re in a fight? I mean, do people do that? How do their charas not die? I can’t even keep mine from running into shit if I pay attention to the chat panel. And I was in a tower full of warlocks, all of whom had voidwalkers, and who kept running behind me while I was trying to fight them, and the VWs seemed like they were multiplying and kept surrounding me, and its fucking to see around them, and I don’t care if I’m 10 levels over them, when they mob me like that, I tend to get my ass kicked. And during all this, I’m supposed to watch the chat panel? And in the midst of trying to figure out which nearby baddie has the lowest HP so I can kill him and even the odds a little and hey, maybe not die myself, I’m supposed to take time to find out what that green swirl was, and then, if its good, take further time to type? And I’m a bitch if I don’t? I’m completely responsible for random other players now?
And seriously, “Simb,” whoever you are, I’m sorry if people like to fuck you over and then singsong that “its just a game,” but honestly, I had no idea you wanted anything, or were talking to me. And thanks for the heal, since that’s apparently what that was. But the thing is — it really is JUST A GAME. And if you really need people to always pay attention when you talk and are gonna get screaming-pissed when people just don’t have the time or thought or notice or whatever to thank you, then this game probably isn’t for you. In fact, life is probably not for you. Calm down, take a deep breath, and remember: Don’t take life too seriously. Nobody gets out alive, anyway.
Permalink Aaaaw. They cancelled Dresden? *whines* Really shittily and stealthily, too. Bastards. *sigh* At least there’s still the books.
The Illinois trip we were supposed to take last month did not, in fact, happen, and now my mother’s trying to throw it together, in the space of a day. She’s off her rocker, clearly. I can’t say that I’m particularly interested in going, but its mostly just the road trip part that’s making me all “bleh,” and not the cemetery-hopping itself. I’m sure I’ll be fine once we’re actually doing it, but until then, I feel like slipping into a coma just contemplating it.
Permalink I am, apparently, too stupid to sleep. Go, me.
I can’t seem to set up ScribeFire, so methinks I will be removing it. Its a shame, but I have no fucking idea what an API file, and the damn thing apparently won’t work unless I tell it what mine is. Its probably some really simple, idiotic acronym invented just to confuse the hell out of people like me, who expect you to just call it by its name.
Really, really must go to bed.
Oh! Note to self — HeroBuilders.com’s 1/6 doll bodies. Headless, available in white or black, females have 23 points of articulation, males have 21 (dude, their FINGERS ARE JOINTED). $10 a pop. SW customs are not such a foggy dream, after all. *does a little dance*
Right. Bed. I think I’m starting to do that napping-during-my-blinks thing.
Permalink I’ve had ScribeFire installed for at least a month now, and I have yet to use it. I keep forgetting about it. Must. remember. to. use.
I really love the I Am Legend poster. Two thumbs up, would purchase, would recommend to others.
Hi, I’m a dork.
I need to dig out my Cy Girl, because the odds of me buying a second one for customizing are -157 and declining rapidly. Jesus, people pay a lot for this shit on eBay. I kind of hate to do it, though, because she wasn’t exactly cheap when I got her new from the company, and oh, yeah, people are paying a lot for this shit on eBay. Urgh. I’m mildly puzzled, because no matter how big a breast plate some of them may have, once you put clothes on them, they all kind of look like men with implants. Volks bodies go for even more, generally, but at least they’re slender and feminine.
This is probably why I stick to fashion dolls, and Barbie in particular. They’re obviously girlish no matter how many layers you put on them, and you can pick them up at yard sales and flea markets, or if you want to alter without having to fix, as well, there’s usually a $5 Barbie at Walmart or K-mart, or whatever your preferred ‘mart is. Its just a shame you have to choose between affordable and articulation.
Permalink I seem to have the Reba theme song in my head. Um. Yeah.
Also, my sister is a presumptuous asshole that can’t do math. I failed to do the math myself, but it was 2 or 3 am and I was peeved, so I get fewer points off. Not that it really matters, because sister = stress stomachache. AWESOME.
I should really go to bed. I’m fucking tired. But I’m trying to find a good price for acrylic rods, that also has a good shipping price. I think I may have found it; just need to look up what “extruded” means….
Aha!:
extrude
transitive verb
1 : to force, press, or push out
2 : to shape (as metal or plastic) by forcing through a die
So, really just a reference to how it was made. Eeeeeeexcellent. …..oh. And the shipping not really what I was hoping for. Although at least you can just get 1 or 2 rods at 3′, instead of like, minimum 6 at 6′. Still. Bookmark it and keep looking, I think.
Permalink There’s a spam in my bulk folder with the subject line “when to stop blogging.” Um. When you want to? When you are making way-too-detail-specific bitch posts about your job, complete with overly informative profile? Or, in the case of my mother, when some weirdo decides that he doesn’t feel like joining to leave a comment, or even just shrugging and saying “oh, well, fuck it, then” but rather LOOKS YOU UP AND LEAVES A MESSAGE ON YOUR ANSWERING MACHINE ABOUT HE HAS GENEALOGY INFO FOR YOU. WAY TO LET OUT YOUR INNER STALKER THERE, PAL. Also…she is the only one with her name in all of the state? Really? Granted, her first name is not a common name, and not the common spelling even when it was more in favor but…the only one? Really?
Somehow I find it easier to believe that he was just creepy on several different answering machines. Because you can’t just leave all the first-initial-only listings off your list. Not if you’re that psycho stalker about passing on your completely non-crucial info.
Not that my mother is stopping with the genealogy blogging, but we did make a point to add her email to the fucking thing, just so folks don’t feel the need to show off their scary quite so loudly.
Permalink Well. Turns out I really won’t be buying from formerly-*Nsyncland again. Possibly ever. They no longer take credit cards at all. Which means they really need to work on their wording on their front page, because it makes it sound like they do, just not via Paypal. Which then makes the new checkout confusing, which is why I emailed them, and yeah. No credit cards. So no ‘syncish joy for me. Woe.
On the upside, my Barriss Offee doll is winging its way to me. Need to find the big screwdriver and put together a case for her. And dig out a stand, because it looked in the listing photo that the stand was the one accessory she was missing. I wouldn’t be terribly surprised if her previous owner just tossed it with the box, because the dolls didn’t used to come with the stands, and I was very surprised when I got Shaak Ti and found that she had one.
I really need to work on my room in general. I have some ideas and they are not happening and its all because of my general lazy apathy. Also, World of Warcraft. I probably play too much, but if I’m gonna pay some fucker $15 a month, I’m gonna do my damnedest to get my money’s worth, y’know? And they probably knew people would feel that way. They are crafty summabitches, yessuh.
Permalink Duuuuuude. Some people are just too talented for their own good. And. Possibly have too much time on their hands.
Leia in Boushh Disguise by Hasbro (from rebelscum.com, apparently)
Leia in Boushh Disguise by Sideshow
Leia in Boushh Disguise by fan-credited-only-as-Patrick
He makes Sideshow look as lame as Sideshow normally makes Hasbro look. Just. Wow. Although, I do have to say, I love the face on the Hasbro one. None of them really scream “Carrie Fisher!” to me, but I love the bright, happy look on the Hasbro doll. You can just picture her looking up at Han and being all, “Hi, honey! I love yooooouuuuu!” So adorable.
That said, the face is not remotely fitting with that sequence of the saga. *lol* Sideshow probably has the most Carrie-like face, but they lose most of their points for molded hair. No. Just no. It never looks good, and unless its a male figure with hair short enough to make styling it an event in cursing, just…no. Don’t do it. And sadly, Patrick’s head has that strange, waxy look that sometimes happens in customs. Good detailing, great hair. Just a little waxy. AND THE COSTUME, OMG. LOOOOOOOVE. I totally want one. It would probably be ridiculously expensive, tho. For good reason, obviously, just look at it, but. Yes. Broke and expensive do not mix well.
*sigh* Someone needs to take The Padawan’s Guide away from me, already.
Permalink Its always a shame when you find someone who does really great custom doll costumes, and then they fuck it up by pairing it with their substandard repainting skills.
Which is not to say that I’m any good at repainting, and certainly not at sewing, but y’all…I ain’t tryin’ to sell it to anybody, either.
Of course, if you ask my mother, I could and probably should, but the problem with supportive parents is that they never know when to stop. Don’t get me wrong, its vastly better than a parent who thinks you can’t do anything, but its still bad in its own way, not to mention wearying and at times kind of painful.
WoW is pretty much down for the day (hooray for 8-hour realm maintenance), so of course I’m doing weird Google searches and trolling eBay. And you do not truly understand how weird Google can be until you’re trying to find out how to make custom, doll-sized lightsaber blades, and end up with a link to making your own sex doll. With a foot-vagina. I’m either scarred for life, or amused for it. Possibly both.
Because really, man. A foot-vagina. *snerk*
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