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Sunday, October 29, 2006
Having problems publishing my blog. Not sure why, although its definitely at Blogger's end, since my FTP program uses the same info, and it connects just fine. Bleh. Stupid blog.
So, got the beheaded doll mostly-probably fixed. I managed to get the knob out enough to temporarily wedge it back into her neck, and once there, it was simple enough to get her head off the prongs, so I could glue the seams of her neck shut without also gluing her head into one position. Or, at least, I think the seams of her neck are glues back together. Its hard to get them apart without the knob sitting exactly in the opening, holding them open, and I didn't want to do that for fear of of it falling out and being lost. So mostly I just used a bamboo skewer to try and apply the glue between the seams, and then rubberbanded it all shut while it dried. There may also have been a lot of hoping involved.
Of course, now I'm at a loss as to what to do with the head. She's actually kind of pretty, in my opinion, but her hair is trashed, and part of her upper lip has been rubbed off or...something. Normally I'd just consign her to a redesign, but like I said, I like her face aside from the lip, and -- even bigger problem -- she has rooted eyelashes. I'm convinced that if I try to reroot, I'll accidentally pull out the eyelashes along with the rest of the hair, and I have NO IDEA HOW TO DO EYELASHES AAUUGGHHH. I may dig out my DVD to check, but I'm pretty sure they didn't address that on there.
And if I don't reroot...what? Sure, I can set it into a new style, but that's gonna need a lot of brushing before anything else, and there comes a point where brushing ceases to help, and instead just means losing hair, and the increasing frizzing of whatever doesn't come out in the brush. So. Yeah, back at "omgwhatabouttheeyelashes?!"
*sighs* Remind me why I do this shit, again?
:: at the tone, the time will be 7:48 AM ::
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Friday, October 27, 2006
....okay, fine, there IS a game where I think the stupid dual-screen thing is sensible and perhaps even good. But I still think I would be annoyed beyond all telling.
Not that I will ever know for sure, because I wouldn't shell out that kind of money for a handheld system even if I was deeply, madly in love with it. And being deeply, madly in love with the color does not count, so. C'est la guerre, and all that.
So. Anyway. I'm vaguely annoyed at myself, because I didn't read an auction description quite as carefully as I'd thought I had (or, possibly, got it confused with another I was watching and didn't check before last-minute bidding, I'm not sure which) and did not realize it until the items arrived. Bleh. But it wasn't the girl's fault I'm brainless, and the one aspect that I could actually have blamed on her (a doll's head came off), I don't think is really her fault. It looked fine, and it took a few minutes of handling with direct attention to the hair for it to come off. So, I don't think she knew, and the rest was my fault, so I left positive feedback anyway, and now I'm kind of cranky about doing so. I'm trying to remind myself that even with shipping, it came out to $2 per doll, and that's not even including the little lot of shoes and stuff that came with it. It helps a bit.
Right up until I think about how to fix the doll's head when the connector knob hasn't broken, but instead somehow come free from her neck altogether and retreated into her head. And the couple others who need a cleaning, with is always a fun process. Most of them have tangled or fried hair, but I don't care much about that; I bought the lot with the idea of rerooting some or all of them, anyway.
And there's a Fashion Fever doll who somehow got into the bunch, even though I don't really remember her being in the pictures, and I actually like everything about her except her face. She has a couple bracelets that I particularly love, and a little red Chinese dress that is the only attractive clothing on any of them. (Although one came with bright yellow-green fishnets on, which I find highly amusing, as I have plans to Pizzazzify one of her comrades.) This isn't really a complaint or anything, more of a, "what am I gonna do with you, missy?" Because, really...I have no clue.
I feel super-dorky whenever I post about my doll renovations, but. Well, its my blog, yo. And I feel less dorky posting about it here than on LJ, because no one actually comes here, or if they do, I'm blissfully oblivious, whereas on LJ, I am inflicting my dorky on my flist, none of whom, so far as I know, share that particular brand of dorky. And yes I know, they can just scroll past it, and I could and most likely would lj-cut it, its just...I'm a little paranoid about people not liking me. Not the general populace, I couldn't care less, really, I tend to hate most of humanity just on principle. But people I like, and know in some (sometimes small) way? Yeah. I get WAY paranoid about annoying them and driving them to hatred. Which with me, I always feel is less of a drive, and more of a small stumble.
:: at the tone, the time will be 3:37 AM ::
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Monday, October 23, 2006
*whines* Why does the DS have to come in navy? How come none of the systems I actually wanted came in navy?
I just really...don't want a DS. *sighs* It kind of sucks, too, because it has the AC and Lunar sequels, and I kind of like the whole wifi thing. Sort of. I like the idea of it, but I doubt I'd like the reality of it, seeing as I live slightly west of bumfuck, and probably would not get wifi hotspots out here, and the only one I know of is supposedly at Border's, which is fine, but I'm not going to go to Border's just so I can see my best friend's little digital town, y'know? And then there's the stylus, which is imminently loseable, and probably breakable, and I have enough trouble adjusting to control differences without throwing a whole new tool into the works. I'm not even going into the whole dual-screen issue; suffice to say that mere screencaps irritate me enough to know that I could never play it.
So, yeah, disinterested. The only way I could be LESS interested, is if it was the fucking Wii. And yet at the same time...it comes in navy, y'all!
:: at the tone, the time will be 7:26 AM ::
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Friday, October 13, 2006
Hm. It appears that the Shego fanlisting I belonged to went kaput. Which, fine, whatever, there's another one, I can totally join that one. Its just I don't remember getting a notice that it was going bye-bye-bye, and that's kind of irksome.
I'm thinking longingly of bed. But I'm oogling Michi pictures and I have this paranoid thing where I absolutely hate to pay for auctions after 10pm, and before 6am. Preferrably 7, really, but I can settle for six. And, since the thing I was bidding on didn't end till almost midnight, and its only 5:13...I'm probably gonna be sitting here oogling Michi for a while longer.
Finally managed to get the super-ultimate-shiny-wish-time* Target edition of the new Tony Bennett album. With DVD even! Feh. I couldn't give a shit about Mr. Bennett, really, but the Target edition has two duets with Michael Buble, rather than the one on the normal version, and supposedly, he is on the DVD as well. So, yes. You understand now.
In other news? I so totally want the Gnauga t-shirt.
*yes, the little anime joel head is my favorite part of the soup. shut up.
:: at the tone, the time will be 4:14 AM ::
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Friday, October 06, 2006
Its always a good sign when you completely forget to specify how many items to add to your shopping bag. And then wonder blearily why the items refused to go through. Beh. Methinks I will go to bed after this, yes.
I don't really have a lot to say, anyway, really. Except Marrow is a GIRL, Mr. Ratner, a very scary girl, yes, but a girl nonetheless, and not some gym-whore thug male like you would have audiences believe. Also? Pyro can only control fire, not generate it. And if you're going to go to all the trouble of having the Phoenix, and brutally rape/mutilate her origin story, CAN YOU AT LEAST GIVE US THE SATISFACTION OF SEEING HER DO THE FUCKING PHOENIX THING? Seriously, man, two seconds of psionic firebird, that's all I ask.
.......the very end was good, though. Rock on.
:: at the tone, the time will be 4:18 AM ::
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Monday, October 02, 2006
I keep trying to come up with something to say, but the only thing I can think to talk about is how weepy and miserable I am, and I just desperately don't want to talk about that. Except, I kind of already am.
I get very angry at commercials when I'm depressed. And shows, too. Just, dumb shit makes me irrationally pissed off. I think its my brain trying to distract itself from all the other suckage floating around in it. Like, I get irritated fairly easily, anyway, but I roar briefly, and then I'm pretty much over it. But there's nothing I can really do about the depression: trying to talk about it, even just typing into the void about it makes my throat close up and my eyes burn. And sure, I could let go and cry, but I don't feel better when I cry. I feel stupid and tired and my head hurts and my stomach feels sick, and I'm still miserable. And just. What's the fucking point of crying, if you're not going to feel at least a little better?
:: at the tone, the time will be 4:27 AM ::
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