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Saturday, July 28, 2007
My brother Paypalled me money (three-month-late b-day gift, oy) with the message "Hermione lives, so buy something happy!" Which is awesome in and of itself, but given that I don't recall ever discussing HP with him, and I'm 90% sure no one in my family is aware of my giant, huge crush on Emma Watson...I'm left with the idea that James is a Hermione fan, and that is just whole new levels of awesome right there.
Can't stop smiling. Send help.
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Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Really need to find some of Robert Stevenson's Strachey novels. I really like the movies. Especially the utter sweetness of the Donald/Timmy relationship. I saw somewhere they were gonna do another movie, so yay! No idea how long that'll take, tho.
Feeling blue, and tired. Not sure how much of the tired is due to the blue. Probably most-to-all of it.
Finished the last Harry Potter earlier. The epilogue was utterly extraneous, and really could've been the first chapter to god-only-knows-how-many of the het fics on Fiction Alley. Other than that, tho, I really liked it, and HA! WE WERE RIGHT ABOUT SNAPE! I still can't work out how Neville got Gryffindor's sword. I mean, while it was property of Hogwarts, it totally made sense for a worthy Gryffindor to be able to get through whatever means, but...it was supposedly back in goblin possession. I. I dunno.
Reading it kinda made me miss my own Griffindork even more, tho. Love my lion.
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Thursday, July 19, 2007
My mother seems to suffer from an inability to log-out. Urgh. The woman will spend money and hours downloading various Norton products and other anti-spyware/adware/what-have-yous, but god forbid she do the simplest, free-est, two-second act towards protecting her info and accounts. Setting her on fire with my miiiiiiiiiiind.
Anyway. So, a while back, RD.com redid their catalog/checkout. And I thought it was a poor choice from a visual standpoint. Turns out it was a poor choice from a customer standpoint, as well. Oh, my god, its been a nightmare. When checking out, I get a message from Paypal regarding shipping addresses not matching -- no login, just straight to "we can't ship there, because it doesn't match what we have." Um. Maybe it would if you LET ME LOG IN? Just a thought. But whatever, I emailed the nice lady who runs it, told her the message I got, asked if logging in directly to them and trying that was ok, she said sure, I did, everything seemed fine. Emphasis on seemed. Apparently the teensy-tinsy little color choice block they have not, that you can't hardly fit anything in, didn't work so well either, and she had to email me and ask for my colors. HULK SMASH. I just want some doll hair, okay? Just grab ten and shove them in a mailer, at this point, I don't care so much.
Also, congratulations, you're doing DH's job FOR them. Tina doesn't have to convince people she's better anymore, people will run crying to her because her checkout actually works properly. Did I mention Hulk Smash? Because OMFGSMASHSMASHSMASH.
And in semi-related news (dolls, yo), I don't really like the Ken as Legolas doll (altho the shoulder-to-hip ratio is pretty dead-on), but I kind of want his stuff. Especially the gauntlets. And, um. Everything else.
Oh, hey! A new Order of the Stick book is coming out. I still haven't gotten the last one. Maybe for Christmas. Especially since last year's not-specifically-asking-for-anything resulting not in being left alone as hoped, or even in always-acceptable money, but instead in a really expensive version of something I only vaguely wanted a cheap version of, and which got re-wrapped and shoved at me for my birthday when I refused to open it. And my actually wanted-and-asked-for birthday gift? Delayed till August by the manufacturers. *headdesk* I just can't win. You'd think I'd have learned that by now.
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Sunday, July 08, 2007
I'm a little giddy today. There were two back issues of Playboy that I'd been wanting, but to get them actually from Playboy, they would've been $35, and that's before shipping. Which, ahahahahahaha, NO. So, eBay, except no one was ever selling the one, and the other was always getting pulled by eBay when it DID get listed. But the gods of porn and girlcrushes have banded together and smiled upon me, and LO! I am getting them both, including shipping for $22! WHEEEEEEE!!
And as always, having paid, I now want them to magically appear beside me. I also want them to be in utterly fabulous condition, because I'm always a little worried that the seller will have drastically different standards than I, and...well, you just never know, do you? So nervous and impatient, but still -- giddy.
Perhaps someday some of my other crushes will pose. Like Jeri! Which will never ever happen, because hello, this is the woman is divorced her husband for trying to force her into going to a sex club. And don't get me wrong, he deserved to get dumped on his ass, because you don't force people into stuff like that, you bring it up timidly and privately, and also -- the gods deigned to give you Jeri Ryan, and you wanna tell her to have sex with other people? Are you very stoned?
I'd also like to see Eliza Dushku, and Britney, and Lindsay, but out of the group, I'd say the only one likely to do it is Brit, and her probably not until she's in her forties and in the midst of a blitz for, like, her seventh career comeback. Sadly, I think I'd most like to see Eliza, and given the whole Mormon-background thing, she's probably even less likely to do it than Jeri.
I guess I just need sluttier girlcrushes....
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