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Saturday, January 27, 2007
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Sunday, January 21, 2007
So, I watched vol 1 of "Clone Wars" the other day, and vol 2 today. Mostly, I think I liked volume one better, although there were some very nice things about vol 2. Like a Jedi female getting her own fair share of screen time (Shaak Ti kicks ass, y'all), and Anakin managing not to whine. And he spent most of it very far away from Padme, which always leaves him so much more likable, regardless of whether he's animated or live-action at the time.
Honestly, their relationship is just vomit. Mostly I just bitch about them from a Padme standpoint, because...well, honestly, its the most idiotic thing ever. She spends the whole movie responding to his "I love you, we should be together, you're killing me, just give me a small hope!" with "No, never happen, stop talking about it, you're a Jedi, STOP HARASSING ME ABOUT IT." And then he whips out his "I just went batshit crazy and committed low-scale genocide, and my relationship with my Master is so strained that he can't even tell I took a sharp nosedive towards the Dark Side, and oh hey I WOULD DO IT AGAIN IN A HEARTBEAT BECAUSE OMGMOMMY" meltdown, and suddenly its, "I love you, let's be together always." Weh? The. Who are you and what did you do with Padme?
And really, its no wonder he thought she'd be okay with him murdering the Jedi -- last time he slaughtered in the name of love, she gave him her heart. I'd pretty much think nothing would make her leave me, too.
But I've developed a new respect for whiny teenage-angst Anakin, due largely to the premium channels airing the prequels incessantly lately. For some reason, I had always either forgotten or ignored the bit in Ep 2 where Padme tells a group of people that his opinion doesn't count, because he's "not a Jedi, he's just in training." Let me tell you, that boy is really, truly hardcore in love with her ass, because anything less would've broken right then. Had it been me, that schmuckitude would've been answered with a lit saber and a bellowed, "ACTUALLY, BITCH."
I know, that's not very Jedi-like. But really, neither is Anakin.
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
Sometimes I have no idea why I'm awake. Honestly, I think if I just closed my eyes, I could totally drift off in my chair. Mmm...closing my eyes sounds niiiiiiiiiiiice....
Lord, you'd think I hadn't slept, or something. Beh.
We should really go to Sam's Club this week. And to the soda place (weren't we just there? Oy). Is there other stuff I need? I can't think of anything. Still have a yen for dip, but tough shit, self, not for another year.
Mm. Maybe I'll go play Animal Crossing.
Which Character from Jem and the Holograms Are You?
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Saturday, January 13, 2007
Finally got the last of the Setsuna's original mane out yesterday. I had to re-soak her head for a minute or two, and even let the hothothot!water run directly into her head while the sink filled. It worked, though, the glue finally gave enough to remove the final plugs. As much trouble as it gave me, though, I know its gonna be ten times worse when I get around to removing the other pony's head, because she was issued within the last couple years, when Hasbro got glue-happy. So its not just newer and stronger...there's also gonna be more of it. *headdesk*
Also got Setsuna's markings off, except from some faint yellow staining where the rings were. Turns out acetone-free nail polish remover really is our friend. And despite hearing things about orange-family symbols leaving stains...Aloha Pearl's pink-and-orange symbol came off beautifully. Unlike the pink heart on her foreleg. That stained. But its on the wall-side, so I'm not too fussed about it.
I need to order her new hair. I just keep hoping that someone will actually bid on my eBay stuff, and use Paypal, so that I can then use that to pay for it, instead of charging it. Because its so expensive. *rolls eyes*
I also need to actually post about this in the LJ I specifically started for posting about this. If you use it, dumbass, you will continue to use it. This place is pretty much living proof.
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Tuesday, January 09, 2007
"I don't think he thought it was real," Gustavo said of Saddam's hanging. "They showed them putting the noose around his neck and everything. Why show that on TV?"
I have a better question: WHY WERE YOU LETTING HIM WATCH IT?! Mother of fuck, what is wrong with you people? "Our child was a complete idiot after we let him watch a hanging, but its totally the news program's fault for showing it." You might as well say that it was the hanging's fault, for having happened. Why is it that parents never want to parent anymore? They want other people to do it. And its encouraged! They keep making things so that its easier for people to let inanimate objects babysit their kids. WHY AREN'T YOU JUST SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR KIDS AND SCREENING HIS SHOWS YOURSELF? If you don't have the time or inclination to care for your spawn, don't have them. Or call Angelina Jolie, maybe she'll take 'em.
And honestly, reading the article, I kept thinking the boy was like, five. Just the way they kept talking about him, I don't know, something about it made him sound much younger. I had to scroll back up to check his age, and I was just really puzzled when I saw his age. When I was ten, I broke my wrist, and my dad was in the hospital with esophageal cancer. I had already been through my sister running away, my brother getting hit by a car, and a loose dog eating my pet rabbit. Death and physical consequences were not some fuzzy, fairyland concept, and I grew up at a much calmer, younger time. So what the hell was going on with him? Did he have a mental impairment? And if so, that just brings us back to "why were you letting a child watch a hanging," only times a thousand. Did his parents never explain that the news was real?
Although, granted, I don't remember my parents ever explaining it to me, either, but we certainly knew. My parents were good at that, though - not really giving a formal lesson or talk, but somehow imparting the knowledge, anyway. Now, that doesn't mean it wasn't occasionally ignored (most often by my sister), but we knew.
Of course, we were raised by actual parents, and not television sets. That can really make a world of difference.
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Monday, January 08, 2007
So, I'm rereading the Cycle 1 recaps of "America's Next Top Model" at TWoP, having a lovely time, and this leaves me just wheezing with laughter:
But seriously, Giselle wants us to know that her family lacks confidence in her, "in unison." As in, they all sing it in one note of a chord. That must be a blow, to come downstairs one morning and have your dad be all, "We think you're kind of a tard, and this is what we have to say about it" before blowing into a pitch pipe and conducting your whole family in a song that's like, "You won't be a model/ You have kind of fat thighs/ We're so distracted by your all-around badness/ It's rendered us unable to harmonize." Man. It sucks to be hated in unison.
Fucking awesome. Also? I heart Adrianne Curry. Just sayin'.
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Thursday, January 04, 2007
My Dollyhair order came yesterday. I have mixed feelings. At first I was very disappointed, because her blend? Not so much with the blended. More like streaks. And then I looked at it a bit later, and yeah, not really a blend as such, but the colors were right, and when I do the actual hairing, it'll probably become more blended. Hopefully. I'm still willing to go back to her for pony hair, but after this, I think I'll be avoiding the not-really-blends.
Of course, this is assuming that I ever actually do ponies again, because Setsuna is kicking my ass. Her symbols don't want to come off, her hair doesn't want to come out, the only thing that went right was the removal of her head. I have reached the point where I'm seriously considering getting that Goof Off stuff, and risking the whole acetone-can-melt-plastic thing.
On a more pleasant note, I also received the handmade doll boots. They also were a bit disappointing on first look, but it turns out they look a thousand times better when they're on a doll. Yay! I would totally be willing to go back to them for my drow's boots.
I seem to be completely out of things to say, now. Maybe I'll have some cookies. Mmmm, cookies....
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