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Permalink 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.
Permalink 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.
Permalink 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….
Permalink WoW is pure crack. Blegkxngjs. It probably doesn’t help matters that I’m depressed and want only to be distracted and don’t really have anything or anyone else to distract me.
Well. That’s not entirely true. Technically I have craft projects I could do, its just that when I’m like this everything either turns out shit, or feels like it turns out shit. So…yeah, avoiding that. I have enough shittiness already, thanks.
And some guy is offering me the two Playboys I want for $22, which basically means that my brother needs to GET OFF HIS ASS AND PAYPAL ME MY BIRTHDAY MONEY, ALREADY. Fucker.
I would actually settle for him just admitting that he’s not going to. I don’t mind people not caring about me or not wanting to do anything for me. Its the pretending otherwise that I can’t stand.
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Your Score: colon
You scored 38% Sociability and 35% Sophistication!
It doesn’t bother you when people make anatomical jokes about you, because you’re laughing right along with them. True, you cannot be called gregarious, but within your domain you’re secure for a very simple reason: you know that nothing can ever replace you. You have a quiet confidence, and a love of simplicity. You should be a bit leery around the dash.
Permalink Oh, man. I’m poking around a Bratz MB (mostly in the customs section, because I’m an obsessive tool), and sweet mother of fuck, y’all. Teeny webspeak wouldn’t be so bad if they used it in actual sentences. Hell, I’d settle for something that just resembled sentences when you squint and tilt your head. Trying to translate it into English makes my head hurt.
And sometimes, actually makes it make less sense. o0
Still, there’s some cool stuff. Like this girl who did piercings, and was kind enough to include how she did it in her initial post. They turned out a little too big for my tastes, but it basically looks okay, and knowing how others went about getting their results, makes it easier to figure out how to get the results you want. Not that I’m entirely sure what the results I want are. But its still nice to know.
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I actually found some of the expanded stuff kind of interesting. Its hit or miss generalising, true (yes, I am stubborn, but not goal-oriented stubborn, and no, I will never be the sexy Taurus stereotype), but its interesting how the moon and rising stuff can fill in the gaps and misses on your primary sign. I still say my Egyptian astrological sign is WAY more interesting, but we all knew I was an Egypt Slut.
Permalink Know what’s vexing? Doing a layout and liking it better in IE than in the browser you actually use. Ugh. Still, at least Ashlee has finally been evicted from the homestead. No, we will not discuss how long she was there. Suffice to say it was significantly longer than I ever wanted.
Yeah. Sorry about that.
In other news, there needs to be a Bertucci’s near me. Seriously. I NEED IT, OKAY?
Permalink I love how the menu on the Wicker Man DVD trumpets the shocking alternate ending that is neither shocking nor alternate. The rest of the film is such a nonsensical mindfuck that the only way it could’ve been shocking was if Nic Cage’s character suddenly wound up being the son of Sister Summersisle, as well as being the deformed naked man in her downstairs bedroom. And its hard to be alternate when there’s no other ending presented anywhere. Then again, after watching the film, its hardly surprising that its makers have no real sense of what things mean.
One day, I’m going to find a double-sided promo poster for Justified. And I will buy it like a buying thing, and lo! I shall—um. Yeah, I dunno. I just really really want one, ok? I have a small collection. Leave me alone.
So tired. Will probably go to bed soon. Stupid Blizzard wanting me to download a 276 meg patch. Why couldn’t they have had that when I was at the hotel with the lovely highspeed wireless? Instead, I will be downloading in chunks over the course of like, 3 days. Lovely. You can practically see my excitement oozing onto the table.
Permalink RD redid their catalog. It kind of sucks, now. And some of their product images are just flat-out wrong. I have CM Ruby, and it is not that pretty, realistic red-head shade shown on the product page. Its a searing, hardcore red, that on a real person, would probably have come from a Manic Panic bottle. And some of the pictures are now just too small, and having the store in the same white-and-pink scheme as the main site was just a bad idea. Too distracting, and the hair colors look totally different against it than they did on the old black layout. It actually kind of makes me not want to buy from them. So congrats, I guess. You’ve just done DH’s job for them. Bleh.
In other news, summer appears to be here. It makes me want to hide in the cooldark of the basement until it goes away. And honestly, if my computer down there didn’t suck like woah, I probably would. Hell, I’m strongly considering taking Kasumi down and doing it, anyway. Its only May. Its too early to be this warm and tired and headachey.
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