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Permalink I keep wanting to work on Gage, and then I just…don’t. I think its because if I’m going to work on something, it should really be the jewelry Mom and I will be wearing to the sister’s wedding, and. Well, honestly, I just don’t want to. It hasn’t been going well, and I hate trying to fight my way through creative projects, because they just wind up even worse for it.
And then there’s the fact that I never finished hairing Stormer. Its my own fault, I tried something in hopes of saving a little money, and made things harder, instead. I’m sure I’ll finish her eventually, but right now, I think she needs to be put aside. I think I’ve been kind of avoiding working on my reroots because I didn’t want to deal with the difficulties of working on her, specifically. So. Yes. Must pack her and her hair up and set them aside.
And then finish the goddamn jewelry so we can wear it, and I can get to Gage, already. Urgh.
Permalink I’ve been watching “Angel” with the maternal unit. At first it was kind of an experiment on my part, and an effort to find something to watch when we run out of “Smallville” (two discs until we finish the currently released seasons). She had seen a few chunks of episodes here and there, but that’s not really the same as sitting down and watching entire, multiple episodes. And she likes David Boreanaz well enough on “Bones” but Boothe and Angel are worlds and centuries and assorted often-hellish dimensions apart.
Considering that we’ve had a disc of “Smallville” for a week while blowing through the last two of Angel’s third season last night, I think maybe she likes it a little.
I’m not really looking forward to season 4. So much badness, there. I’m trying to just focus on the small joys, like Willow dropping by, and the one where everyone loses their memory and acts like teenagers, and Wesley hacking up Lilah’s body, and oh, hey, Faith! Definitely looking forward to the Faith.
When we’re through with “Angel,” I’m thinking of exposing her to “Supernatural.” Weirdness clearly doesn’t bother her too much, and Jensen? Always a good thing.
Permalink In a fit of “no, I will not spend my own money on something for the fucking wedding, dammit,” I have blown my Paypal credit on doll hair and the completion of my *Nsync Together teddy bear collection (Joey! Finally mine! EEEEEEEEE!!!!!!). I just. I don’t even want to go, nevermind spend the money on jewelry to wear to it. Jewelry I’m having mixed feelings about, to boot.
Mleh. Somebody needs to outbid me, dammit.
“Drive” needs to not be on on Mondays, so that I can actually watch it. I love you, Nathan, and I want to see you drive cars and beat people up and hopefully at some point have sex with Amy Acker, but Joey’s on for a limited time and looking good and doing really well and I NEED TO SEE HIM WIN, OKAY? SO GET YOUR ASS TO A DIFFERENT NIGHT, DAMMIT. Or 10pm. I could totally work with 10 pm.
Permalink Emailed the sister inquiring as to desired birthday and wedding things. I’m praying she won’t ask what I want for my birthday, because the answer is “for you to never have invited me to your wedding.”
Honesty is hurtful. That is why we invented tact.
Unfortunately, tact involves having something else to say.
Permalink I need to just…never comment on anything on LJ ever. Ever. Because I always end up stressing myself afterwards, and mentally rewriting my comment over and over and over and just generally thinking that I always come off as an idiot who thinks she knows everything.
Which…possibly I am. Do I get points for knowing that? I think I should get points.
Anyway. Need to never take part of comment threads, ever again. Oy.
I would say soemthing aout not making such boring posts there, either, but let’s face it, that’s just not gonna happen.
I need food. I don’t really myself getting any, though.
Permalink I got a postcard advertising Hilary Duff’s new album. I’m assuming she’s labelmates with someone I actually like, since I have never even BEEN to a Hilary Duff site, never mind signed up for anything regarding her.
I will confess to having a few of her songs. But we all know I’m a pop-crack whore, so really, its to be expected.
I am eating pretzels and reading the new Kim Harrison and waiting for my conversion links to arrive from Zamzar. *refreshes inbox…again*
I watched The Prestige last night. I read the M15M for it months ago, and it was only during re-reading it post-viewing that it actually dawned on me WHY Borden had no idea what knot he’d used. Yeah. I already knew the major revelation and could even tell Christians apart at times, but how it all related to a major plot point? Zooms right past me. Oy.
I swear I’m not stupid. Just…kind of really oblivious sometimes.
OH MY GOD ZAMZAR JUST SEND ME THE FUCKING LINKS PLEASE. *hits refresh again, again*
Permalink I should really head to bed. I have a chiropractor’s this afternoon, and I need to be up long enough before that to eat and dress and things of that nature.
I think the problem is that I don’t particularly want to go. I need to, though, my neck’s all tight and my head was really hurting all yesterday. Plus, after we’re picking up Chinese from Shangrila. There will also be stopping at Borders to get the new Kim Harrison, or there will blood and pain, and it will not be mine. I’VE BEEN WAITING THREE MONTHS OKAY I’M ONLY HUMAN.
…even if I did used to tell people I was a Plutonian vampire. And Satan. But not at the same time, because that would’ve been weird.
Permalink Why is it every time I see the words “gorgeous” on a repaint/ooak doll on eBay, my first thought is that its going to be abysmal? And why must I so often be right?
The really talented repainters, the ones who truly do create gorgeous dolls, never seem to use that word. Or, really go in for the self-praise at all. Its always the ones who did really bad partials that seem to feel trumpeting their own ego will somehow sell it.
Which is not to say I could do any better, you understand. I’ve done three, all partials, with varying levels of success. And I wouldn’t feel terribly comfortable asking for money for ANY of them, but if I did, for some reason, come to sell them? The word “gorgeous” would not come anywhere near my description, and ESPECIALLY not my title-listing.
Something to be grateful to my anti-ego for, I suppose. It doesn’t so much keep one humble, as realistic and downtrodden, but from certain angles you can’t really tell the difference. And as long as it keeps me from being one of Those People…does it really even matter?
Permalink Why is it that assholes always strike when you’re already feeling shitty? Do they have some kind of weird radar? I just. Ugh.
Ok, so, what happened is, someone signed the “skin me…” book, and asked who the blonde is, why there were no skins, and called my site “sloppy.” Which…fuck you? You’re being all rude and you can’t even leave a name? Not even a legitmate ‘net alias, you sign it “someone?” FUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU.
And I mean, clearly he/she/it just doesn’t understand the concept of site navigation, or they’d have fucking been able to find out for themselves who the blonde was (Shakira), and seen the skins (there’s 20 megs worth, folks), and while I freely admit that it doesn’t have the best nav design ever, IF YOU ACTUALLY PAY ATTENTION TO THE RESOLUTION RECOMMENDATION ON THE SPLASH, then…no, its actually not sloppy at all. Awkward, perhaps. I will even give that the navigation is kind of winding, but. Sloppy? Weh? He/she/fuckhead had to have been on the wrong res, man, and if you can’t be assed to pay attention to the recc’ed res, then its really not my fault if it looks fucked on your screen.
I did get some small joy over the fact that “Someone” has really poor grammar skills, though. And a larger joy over both deleting their asshattery and banning their IP. That was pretty nice.
Permalink I am boredom, hear me ppppbbbbbbttttt.
Wind Whistler is intelligent and articulate, if a little reserved. She has a great thirst for knowledge, and devours books on sight. She seeks to understand the world about her, as she sometimes feels removed from her environment. It is a pity that the other ponies don’t appreciate her hard work and accumulated knowledge as much as they should.
Quote: “Keeping the ball in play is a simple matter of potential energy meeting mass and being converted into kinetic energy.”
Wind Whistler might find the other ponies appreciated her pretentious ass more if she’d get over herself and say “dude, just hit the ball!” like a normal person. Horse. Thingee.
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