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So. Um. There was a little discussion at Tomopop and I decided I would rise to the challenge and re-make an old sculpture. Which was... a penis... with T-rex legs. Yeah. It gets better. I mentioned chrome paint and rhinestones. Glitter and feathers were requested by someone who wasn't me. Support was gained. A sucker became I, and so the armature was begun. I need to decide whether or not it should have balls, and whether or not it should have a tail. That'll decide how I weigh the figure so that it won't topple over because you know people are going to want to touch it. Anyone who didn't see this coming must be new here.
Went out today in search of a damn dresser to keep clothes in, as I'd realized I didn't have one, and kinda needed one--particularly a squat one so there's plenty of room up-top at a decent height to set, say, recording equipment on. Neither here nor there; went several places, found nothing. It was kind of frustrating. Nor did I find a semi-decent office-ish chair for the computer desk. Or anything resembling an affordable beanbag chair, which would wind up being the only other sitting place. But dammit, I got my drapes today! ...Granted, until the leak at the back corner of the house is fixed, the carpet can't be installed, and I'll have to scrub the place from top to bottom before even entertaining the notion of hanging curtains but it's a step closer. And they are nice drapes, besides.
Feeling the effects of wandering around in the sun right now. Bleh. Parking lots, you are evil things. Joking with the A.C. Moore cashier about the customers not always being right was nice, though. Particularly in rage of other customers. Every time I'm in a craft store I'm surrounded with the rudest fucking customers. Standing WAY further back in line than you need to is a great way to get the bitch behind you who's been whining about how slow the cashiers are to throw a passive-aggressive silent fit. THIS IS WHY I SHOP ONLINE.
This news about DMC6 made me feel a little sick, I'm afraid. TGS approaches...
LucasArts letting so many people go is just... sad. There seemed like there would be a resurgence! And then, um... yeah, not so much.
But here are some sex aids for Wii controllers to cheer you up. No, really. (Don't mind the commenters. Poor innocent things.)
And finally, I would sort of like all of these PSPs. There's just something so... classy about them.
Now to drown out sunlight exposure-related symptoms with alcohol and carbs. Hoorah.
Went out today in search of a damn dresser to keep clothes in, as I'd realized I didn't have one, and kinda needed one--particularly a squat one so there's plenty of room up-top at a decent height to set, say, recording equipment on. Neither here nor there; went several places, found nothing. It was kind of frustrating. Nor did I find a semi-decent office-ish chair for the computer desk. Or anything resembling an affordable beanbag chair, which would wind up being the only other sitting place. But dammit, I got my drapes today! ...Granted, until the leak at the back corner of the house is fixed, the carpet can't be installed, and I'll have to scrub the place from top to bottom before even entertaining the notion of hanging curtains but it's a step closer. And they are nice drapes, besides.
Feeling the effects of wandering around in the sun right now. Bleh. Parking lots, you are evil things. Joking with the A.C. Moore cashier about the customers not always being right was nice, though. Particularly in rage of other customers. Every time I'm in a craft store I'm surrounded with the rudest fucking customers. Standing WAY further back in line than you need to is a great way to get the bitch behind you who's been whining about how slow the cashiers are to throw a passive-aggressive silent fit. THIS IS WHY I SHOP ONLINE.
This news about DMC6 made me feel a little sick, I'm afraid. TGS approaches...
LucasArts letting so many people go is just... sad. There seemed like there would be a resurgence! And then, um... yeah, not so much.
But here are some sex aids for Wii controllers to cheer you up. No, really. (Don't mind the commenters. Poor innocent things.)
And finally, I would sort of like all of these PSPs. There's just something so... classy about them.
Now to drown out sunlight exposure-related symptoms with alcohol and carbs. Hoorah.