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Saturday, June 30, 2001
Why precisely am I infatuated with religious items? I'm not particularly religious, nine years of a Christian private school pretty violently cured me of that...it also cured me of Christianity, tho, so I highly recommend it.
And yet, I really like crosses. I collect them, I wear them, I just like the way they look. And I'm kind of obsessed with owning a rosary. Which is rediculous, really, because I don't pray in a way that would require a rosary. I'm not even sure that I pray. So...what the fuck?
sounds like joy division, "atmosphere"
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Friday, June 29, 2001
So, I have a little money for once. *stares at the QaF UK 1&2 on eBay* I'm not spending it. Really. I might be lying.
OH! SHIBTASTIC HAPPENINGS! After three months (first they were out of stock, then there was a company takeover >.<) I finally finally finally have my Spike figure! *does a dance* Its pretty schweet. Think I'm gonna post about it over at Life on the Hellmouth. Not that anyone goes there any more than they come here, but um....yeah. *hugs her little piece of Spikey Goodness close....and promptly gouges her eye out on his head*
sounds like rasputina, "transylvanian concubine"
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Tuesday, June 26, 2001
I know its stupid to be crying over a fictional character. And I knew something was going to go badly. Queer as Folk did not get a best drama nod for nothing. So I thought I was ready. Ready for Michael to leave, or Ted to get his heart broken. And as Justin walked away from Brian, both of them actually happy, I knew it would be him, and yet still I thought I was ready.
I wasn't, alright? I was violently not ready to see Justin's smiling face connect with a baseball bat. I wasn't ready for the blood-soaked tux, or Brian disintegrating. I wasn't ready for Brian in tears. I'm still not. I'm not ready to wait six months to see Justin okay.
He has to be okay. Doesn't he?
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Could someone please explain to me why j-pop is half the price if you get the Taiwan version? What's the difference? Is it just the characters in the writing? Cause the package art looks the same in the pictures, and they seem to have the same track listings, so if the only difference is the characters on the packaging....I gotta tell you, I can't read those, anyway.
That's probably what it is, too. I'm shelling out forty bucks for some fracking kanji. Jeez. If its all the same, folks, I'll take the Mandarin for twenty.....
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I just heard a really bizarre cover of "I'm a Believer." Most of the bizarre resided in the fact that someone actually got a Monkees cover on the radio; the cover itself wasn't too bad. It sounded vaguely like Smash Mouth, but, um....not. o.O;
So...the end of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I'm pretty sure I missed some dialogue. In fact, I know I did. I rented the dub because um...well mainly cause I didn't realise it was the dub at the time. So. No idea what the little girl said to her skanky boyfriend before she decided she could fly. But somehow I doubt it could've explained to me why in hell she was committing suicide when Michelle Yeoh's character wasn't. There's just no way. I may have missed the words, but she was not speaking long enough to properly explain it to me, she just wasn't.
And you may ask yourself, why didn't the dumb bitch just rewind, turn it up, and find out what she said? And I say to you...because not destroying my hearing and keeping my window fan on was more important to me than some most-likely-depressing dialogue.
Yeah. I'm strange that way.
sounds like queen, "going back"
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Monday, June 25, 2001
Does anyone else tend to read "diaryland" as "dairyland"?
I should be asleep. If I was smart, I'd be asleep.
Orange does not go with burgundy. Why did I not know this going in? Is Kenn's retina-fizzing color sense contagious?
Once, I had an online marriage. It was the gayest shit ever.
Smart people sleep.
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Sunday, June 24, 2001
My head hurts so much its making me ill.
Dontcha love migraines?
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Friday, June 22, 2001
Melly's wearin' her rainbow pants. ^^
Her, me, and Jane just got back from Tomb Raider. Overrated? Oh, hell yes. But its fun, and its Angelina eight feet tall, so you have to love it. The best part, and probably the most fun I've had in way too damn long, was afterward. It was pouring. There had been rain on the way there, so rain after wasn't really a huge surprise, y'know? Its just been rain in the northeastern US lately. You deal. And some, like me, love it.
But. Rain on the way in. Monsoon on the way out. So naturally we all decide to make a run for Jane's car. Together. Thru the downpour. And part way to the shiny red beacon of dryness, we realize....that's not Jane's car. No. No, her car is the other little red car, nearly twice the distance. And Melly's shoes are falling apart, and my pants are too long, and its kind of hard to run when you're laughing.
I'd like to keep that moment. Jane dashing, veering suddenly towards the other correct car, and Mel nearly killing herself on her shoes, and me, nearly blind from the combo of glasses and rain, and laughing so hard I thought I might choke. I want to keep that, in my head, and replay it, over and over. And just remember how much I loved it, and how much I love them. I just want to love them forever.
sounds like jane's done her shower
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Thursday, June 21, 2001
WOOHOO!
Guess who's getting In Nuce, the we-dare-you-to-find-it, Queen-before-they-were-really-Queen album? For eight fucking dollars?? BWAHAHAHAHA!!! Spun, you are my musical god.
I am a happy kitty. Be the yarn ball....be the yarn ball.....
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Tuesday, June 19, 2001
Its amazing the difference air conditioning, a cold shower, and PB&J can make in a person's life. Aaaaaaaah, bliss....
sounds like luna sea, "i for you"
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There should be chocolate. Where is the chocolate? WOMAN! Bring forth the CHOCOLATE!!
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That probably would've worked better if I actually had a woman. Or chocolate.
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So, yay. I'm hot, and my emotions are all over the place, so I feel tired even tho I haven't done anything, and I'm not sure if I'm melting or crying, and I need to be working, and instead I'm online and downloading j-pop for the eight millionth time this week, and that is no easy feat, what with it only being 2am Tuesday.
On the upside, Billy Idol's on Storytellers this week. ^_________^
sounds like morning musume, "love machine"
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Sunday, June 17, 2001
I can't go to see Megs' blog anymore. ;_; I get this bizarro message: "Communications exception (-336)." Can someone please tell me what the frack that means?!?
Oh, my god, I curbed my cursing! The world must be coming to an end! Fleeeeeeeeeeeeee!!
Oh, by the by. This place is going to be moving. To my domain. *bounces and giggles* Ok, sorry, I just like saying that. Its also, if the gods are kind, and the lovable, huggable Tou-chan's Muses are co-operative, going to get a new name. Because I've never been completely happy with "dancing Queen" -- yes, LOWER case "d" people, altho the ABBA song caused the name, its not in this instance, about a queen of dancing, but rather the band Queen....dancing.
Anyway. I was never totally sold on the name, and y'know, there's another blog called "Dancing Queen," so just that much more of a reason to change it. Hopefully Tou-chan can come up with something good, cause everything I come up with is from something, and while I like them, I can never definitively say, "Yeah. That's the name. Perfecto."
.............not that I say perfecto, anyway, but um. I never did completely get over Heathers.
sounds like david bowie, "as the world falls down"
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There's nothing like having people thinner than you tell the world they're fat. >.<
Let me tell you how violently I did not fucking need that right now. I've been walking around all day, apologizing for my fucking existence, and trying my best not to burst into tears because folks, the only thing worse than crying, is crying in front of people.
The highlight of my day? A pretty little blonde girl smiled shyly and waved in my direction at the Giant.
No, no. Not at me. No. Pretty blonde girls do not smile and wave at me. They don't even see me. Tall males with problems such as severe idiocy, alcoholism, and complete lack of sarcasm or taste; now THEY like me. They fucking love me. Which just proves what I've always said: God doesn't hate me. He just doesn't like me, either.
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Saturday, June 16, 2001
I'd like to sleep. And cry for a very long time. And never cry again. And be as smart as people think I am. I'd like to just stop. I'd really, really like for Amelia to be here.....
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Friday, June 15, 2001
..................................is there a reason why I'm not asleep yet?
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Meggy's all away for the weekend. You know what that means, right? Exactly! No Saturday morning romp for the Catt-chan. No pounces! No nuzzles! No little bites! No smoochies! ;_;
On the upside, Megs will be within stalking distance of a number of highly lick people from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Jealous? Me? Completely.
I'm just not entirely sure which side I'm jealous of. *eg*
sounds like mononoke hime, "the legend of ashitaka"
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Thursday, June 14, 2001
In the beginning, there was Freedrive, and it was cool. There were 20megs of free, online storage space. Then, one day, Freedrive changed to 50megs, still free, and you could save things from online into your Freedrive, just by entering the URL, which none of the other free storage services were doing, and that was faboo.
And then, after some time had passed, Freedrive realized this was the not the most financially intelligent move they had ever made, and announced that their free service was going back to 20megs, and anything you had over that you'd better download in the next 60 days or kiss it goodbye. And that was sucky, but you understood, and either grumbled and forked over the cash, or grumbled and starting downloading.
And then, after a bit more time had passed, they announced that their free service was taking a dive to only 5megs, and once again, it was move it or lose it. You see, what they didn't know -- or perhaps simply did not care -- was that the reason a "review" of their "Freedrive Test Drive users" showed that 5megs would be just fine, was because the only people who still used their lame asses were people who didn't really use or need storage space, anyway, and those who were just broke little fuckheads.
Take a wild guess which category your storyteller falls under.
So. Freedrive. Cool to faboo to suck to Evil Useless Motherfuckers in under three years. And what is our moral, children? Yes, that's right. Kill them all. Who said Xena wasn't educational?
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The air-conditioning is on. This is a major feat in my house. But then, this afternoon, my mother actually looked at me for a moment, and then said I was drippy. *lol* Thanks, Mom. Observation Girl, that's her. Nah, I love her. She's sweet and smart and cheerful without being annoying, and oh, yeah, she turned on the AC. *cheers*
.............alright, this person will probably be going to hell. But once there, they will get the good apartment where the air actually works on Tuesdays, and there's only one annoying neighbor, and while the balcony doors are wielded shut, they do provide a stunning view of heaven, and every year on their birthday, the big S will let them choose who has to have sex with Carson Daly that year. ;_; All I get to do is drive the bus.....
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Wednesday, June 13, 2001
The only thing I hate more than me is him.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2001
And then the temperature drops to simply "eyeball bursting" and we realize, its gonna be okay.
Hiiiiiii. I've been stuck in a small room surrounded by running machinery for the last two hours, because I got it into my head that I needed to know what Hikaru Utada sounds like, and JPOPHelp is on the slowest server in the history of god. >.<
On the upside, the download's done, and Hikaru has a Voice. On the downside, the flesh has melted off my limbs, and this particular song sounds like what if Destiny's Child was only one girl and she had talent.
...................................and that's when Catherine discovers that her blog is really popular with Destiny's Child fans, and they are now all headed for her house to dismember her entire family. Just, um. Start with my dad, okay, guys? Thanks.
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..............................is it soul-meltingly hot where anyone else lives?
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Is it me, or does N'Sync get scarier as time goes by? o.O;
Alright, so Pay It Forward is probably one of the most depressing films of all time. Its good, cause like, Kevin and Haley are Acting Gods, and Helen Hunt's no slouch, either, but keeeeeeeerist, that ending. "Its okay to start this big movement of helping others and making the world a better place, kids, but whatever you do, don't help one of your friends, cause some ass who thinks he's hard and desperately wants to be a Spic gangster will stab you." I'm sorry, the fuck?!? What....I....ow. Just fucking OW, alright? >.<
And why is it when I went in to edit my template, it had completely reset to the default, but then when I viewed my page, it looked the same as it always has? O.O;; I'm kind of afraid to hit "publish" now.....
sounds like queer as folk, british theme
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Monday, June 11, 2001
from the Queer.Sho.com chat transcript with Gale Harold:
"We all of us love the project, and we were hoping to be cast, and hoping our involvement in the show would contribute to a successful audience response, and be the cause of subsequent seasons, and then the clowns came rushing in, and put a gun to my head."
*blinks quietly for several minutes before bursting into laughter* HE'S ONE OF US! Gale Harold is one of us, minna, and by us I mean....me and Amelia. SUCK IT!!
Ah, me. Mel told me about this a while ago, and I remember being amused, but for some reason, its just so much better actually reading the transcript. That he went from serious and normal to completely out of his gourd in mid-sentence is just supreme. I need to worship him more thoroughly. To have that ass, that bracelet, and those mental problems....I'm sorry, what were we talking about? All the drool shorted out my thought process......
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Sunday, June 10, 2001
Oh, look, my dad's home. >.< He was away this weekend, he stayed at Uncle Frank's and they went to an air show, or something to that effect. He could've stayed another week, and we really would've been okay with that.
I am decidedly bleary. I think its cause I was up till about 7am playing Legend of Legaia. That game is fucking bizarre as shit. Mostly due to the battle system. But then once you get used to it, you're like in this zone, and time just fliiiiiiiiiiiiiiies by, and you turn into this total zombie, chanting, "Must...learn...new...hyper-arts......"
I'm also really hungry, and I'd like to just eat and then go play Legaia until I pass out again. Blyeah. Instead, I am being bid to go to the food store. *whimpers* B'bye, minna......
Oh, and if you love me, send get well cards to my Meggy. *eg* Hehe. *flees*
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Saturday, June 09, 2001
*bounces* I got a copy of Velvet Goldmine. Finally. Jeez. I've been wanting it like, ages. There was a period early last year, where I rented it six times in two months. That's like renting it every ten days. And Hollywood Video rents things for five days at a time. So it was rent. 5 days. Return. 5 days. Rent. Over and over and over. That's fucking ill as shit.
But haHA! Now it is mine! For the superkeen price of $8. *beams* Guess who's a happy KitCatt?
Now if I could just get ahold of a UK copy, I could have a box for it that doesn't make me want to turn my head into confetti. ¬_¬
sounds like u2, "elevation"
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Friday, June 08, 2001
I am mental gimp. *sighs* Still, at least my toenails look pretty. *shows everyone her black with red and silver glitter painted toenails* I felt girly this afternoon. It happens sometimes. ^^
And how come people react so oddly when I tell them I go barefoot most of the time? I mean, sure, shoes are great if you're going somewhere where there's pavement, or that they're required, but honestly? When it comes to comfort levels, there's just no contest. Also, feet are more agile. Much easier to get toeholds when your toes are actually out there to grab hold with. *nods*
.............it occurs to me that the opening statement could use some expounding, but I'm kind of embarrassed by my own idiocy, so we're going to leave it. I am a mental gimp, thank you for coming.
And if you'll excuse me, I saw Carrottop in an AT&T commercial, and must now burn all the phone lines in the house before his evil can spread further. Thank you, and please return for the eight o'clock show, in which my cat's head will spin completely around before flying up her ass. Ja!
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You have to love any guy who not only poses for a picture like this, but then allows it to be posted on the internet.
*giggles* I think Ben's my hero now.....
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Thursday, June 07, 2001
...........I just bought my domain. I....I'm not ready for this. I'm a total webpage flake lately. Have been for months. Maybe longer. I....shit, what will I put there?
Ok, that was a stupid question, my sites, but....I have more than one, y'know.
Ok, stupid STATEMENT, but....hell, my favorite site would eat like, half my space, and half my other ones either have been or need to be axed, and then there's all the ones I just want to do, but for some reason most of those involve working with someone else on it, and I don't really want a joint site on my domain. I'd rather like, keep those for a future joint domain, y'know?
Why do I think of these things AFTER I've spent the money, anyways?
...........still, tho. I got me a domain, minna! *Snoopy Dance*
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*bounces* I got j-pop! Or....y'know, I will. Once it comes. But I ordered it. Every Little Thing - Eternity. For $13.50, including S&H. O.O;; Victoria's Jpop Shop might not have the most extensive selection, but by gods, the prices make up for it. Anybody know what Yuki Koyanagi sounds like? Cause, um, she's pretty slick looking, and booooooy, do they have a lot of her albums. o.O;
And in other news....ten minutes of a Kevin Spacey film is better than two hours of any other movie. Are we shocked by this? No. Do we want to be? ..............................kinda, yeah.
sounds like every little thing, "rescue me"
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Wednesday, June 06, 2001
OH, LOOK! Blogger's doing that thing where arthritic maimed snails pass it like they're sports cars in the fast lane on the freeway! ISN'T IT WONDERFUL?!?!?!
......ne, guess you really do get what you pay for, huh? ¬_¬
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.........what is it about Yancy Butler in a pair of mens' briefs that just is sex, anyway?
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Tuesday, June 05, 2001
Alright, I realize that technically, I have no right to say this, as I do not, after all, actually own this computer, and I do often use it to read stories that involve highly lick people of the same gender having sex with each other, and blah blah blah.
But really. DAD. Stop. Using. The. Computer. To. Visit. Amateur. Porn. Sites.
PLEASE??
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Hey, look, john! Blogger's actually moving at a human pace again! Well, daaaaaaaaaayamn! >.<
Don't mind me, folks, I just hate the world. But its ok, see, cause I hate me the most. *super fake waitress smile*
I need money. Then I can afford to have you all killed.
Well. Not all of you. Mom, Imms, Melly, Megs, Ahn, Jane, Erin, Des, Misha, Lou, Muu (heh...they rhyme!), and Noel can stay. Oh, and Gale Harold, and a couple other luscious acting types. And everyone in Japan, Egypt, and Scotland. But the rest of you fuckers are freeze-dried.
sounds like the beatles, "across the universe"
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Monday, June 04, 2001
Ah, me. Shibby to shit in 2.2 minutes.
I'm not asking much. Gods know I do at times, but right now, all I want is a hug, and to find the blighted things. Alright, I can't help but wish Amelia was here, that would be positively icing, but really? Just a hug and to find what's lost. Please? Somebody?
sounds like x japan, "endless rain"
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Sunday, June 03, 2001
Chinese food.
Plenty of Coca-Cola.
A documentary on Egypt on the History Channel.
Life is so perfect sometimes.
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So, I'm doing skin revisions, and it occurs to me....I'm tired. Like, so tired that I'm not entirely sure I understand what's going on, and yet I know I'm just sitting here typing and mouse-clicking. I am so tired, that I actually just did a playlist.
A playlist, boys and girls. A motherfucking playlist. I despise playlists. I rarely use them, I abhor making them, I have no idea how to do anything even remotely cool with one, there are precisely two times when I will make a playlist. The first, is on a request skin. If the person wants one, I'll make one. Joyfully, humming all the while, because someone was sick/wondrous enough to actually want me to make them a skin. The other time is when I'm so dead tired that Gale Harold could walk in wearing nothing but low-slung, worn-out, partially-undone button fly jeans and offer to let me take pictures of his ass and fuck me senseless, and I'd just blink at him a few times in slo-mo, push him out the door, and go to sleep.
Jeez, I am such QaF withdrawal. I need Gale. I neeeeeeeeeeeed him. Gods, he'd better be abundant tomorrow night. Abundant and naked, and there had better be Michael-kissage. Or at the very least Justin-shagging. Yum. Nekkid, nubile, simulating-sex Gale. Gods, I need to sleep, why aren't I asleep?
Oh....I've decided what my domain's gonna be. Cause I knew once, a long time ago, but I forgot it, and so I had to decide all over again. But I know now, and its pretty, and good, and sweet, and I like it. GaleHaroldsAss.com. No, kidding. No, really, kidding. Its tempting, but that ain't it. And I'm not gonna tell anyone what it is till I register it, otherwise I'll jinx it or something. Or something.
And has anyone else noticed Blogger making snail asses look like lightspeed lately?
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Saturday, June 02, 2001
It .... will .... be .... mine.
It .... will .... be .... mine.
It .... m.u.s.t .... be .... m.i.n.e.
Mine, you bitches!!!
M I N E !!!
*ahem* Did I mention it will be mine?
sounds like billy idol, "don't you (forget about me)"
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Friday, June 01, 2001
For those fortunate few who remain unaware, I am violently obsessed with Star Wars. And when I say "violently" I mean that my closet is full of the bloated, mutilated corpses of those who have panned it. So you can imgaine my glee when I accidentally stumble upon the Ultimate Luke Skywalker Doll.
What makes it Ultimate, you ask, largely for your own safety. Well, folks, for one thing, most of the 12 inch dolls suck ass. The main exceptions being the aliens and anyone portrayed by a black actor. Take that how you will, all I know is the only dolls bearing more than a vague resemblance to their portrayers are Mace Windu and Lando Calrissian. The most painful of the offenders? You got it. The Luke Skywalker series. You can get him in about eight different outfits, and in every case you want to rip off the outfits, burn the dolls, and cling to your mother while sobbing, "Make the bad mens pay, mama, make them pay!"
The shining star of the LS 12-inchers, to this point, has been the original 1977 release. Sure, it looks nothing like Mark Hamill, but its cute and happy, and if you squint, you could see it maybe be his kid, or his dad. The ones in the '90s Collector Series not only don't look like Mark-sama, but they're fucking hideous. I suppose I could be kind, and put it down to them simply trying to capture the shock of the Head Melt, but even the Pre-Head Melt Luke dolls are just gross. In fact, they're worse. The Post-HMs actually tend to look like just really ugly versions of Mark. I don't even know what happened with the Pre-HMs.
And yes, I know, he was in a motorcycle accident, whatever, his fucking head melted, get over it. I love him passionately, I think he's talented and lickworthy, but. His. Head. MELTED. Deal with it.
But every few months I suffer from a relapse into my desire to own Every 12" SW Doll in Existence. Or, at least, one of every character I really like, which means I'm safe from trolling eBay in search of Watto, if nothing else. My recent desire has to been to get Darth Maul, who until this point has evaded me because the goof on his tattoo pisses me off...mainly because _I_ did a better job on a plastic paint figure of him than pros did on a head at least twice the size. Menacing, people. Sith Lords are menacing, or, in a pinch, creepy. They are NOT in a constant state of surprise.
But Maul is a good boy, for he is both creepy and menacing, and teaches people to make sure your opponents are dead before gloating, as doing it the other way gets you cut in half, and then your Master replaces you with a kid in a garbage pail helmet, and you won't get to have sex with the really tasty grieving Padawan. A good lesson, indeed. One the Sith never quite grasped, which is why they all ended up dead, and Luke went off and played hide the sausage with Wedge. Which is another reason Maul is a good boy.
No, not because he was shirtlifter. But because he led me to Lukey Goodness. *purrs* Oh, dude, people, it is...its perfect. Its fabulous. Its a Luke doll with a Decent Head! And he comes with three outfits, and a shitload of accesories, and could there BE more pics of Mark-sama on the box?? I would have sex with my brother for this. No, scratch that.
I would have sex with Carson Daly for this.
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