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Got shipping confirmation for my glasses this morning, yay. Will surely report back to everyone who asked when they get here for a better range of experience. Hopefully this means I can get back to reading and maybe even responding soon, yes? ...As quick as I ever did, but it still counts, I swear it does.
Cleaned yesterday. With a stuff neck and a stiff back and stiff shoulders, I cleaned. And I took Saturday off from working, even. The hell, stupid body.
Saw Amiami crash minutes before Rock Bison went online last night. I just made a sound of amusement, turned the computer off and went to bed. I'm trying to figure out if he's really priced more than the other two (answer: yes, slightly), or if all the dick retailers who still have him available just keep marking him up. It happened with Barnaby, so... interesting. I can see him costing a little more, but not that much, assholes. I'll play the wait and hope and see and probably feel stupid game, thanks. (Antonio, I do appreciate you... but I can only get hijacked so much for you.) Getting the bikes will be a bloodbath. Bring it on.
(I do have plenty of reactions to the last episode, by the way. None of them are in the least bit coherent, is all.)
This sounded like a really awesome gig for me until I realized three things:
1.) I'd be writing for someone else. (Never again.)
2.) I'd be writing for someone else without compensation of any kind. (Hey, just what I always wanted, to be niche-internet-famous and still poor. *thumbs up* ...Wait...)
3.) Tomopop has become the gathering place for people who like or complain about everything, from not reporting on every little event the members should damn well watch out for themselves, to how there are way too many [insert name here] and never enough [insert another name here] and [insert company here] is never providing enough [insert niche figure here]. I have my annoyances about some toys, true (what the fuck is wrong with Wolfwood's knees?!), but the increase in whining has gotten to the point where I will check in quickly once or twice a day and make sure that I leave quickly.
Okay, so... I love Sam Raimi, always have. (Evil Dead fan? You bet.) I loved his take on Spiderman--the first and second ones, anyway. (Spidey fan? Blame my ex-husband Spidey fanboy for that.) I was kind of assured that I needed to stay away from the third one when he more or less apologized for it. Apparently I was feeling like a masochist enough to finally see it. ...Well that was regrettable. The lack of creative control was obvious in the first few minutes, which I didn't expect. Despite being warned, there was a lot there that I didn't expect... in a really bad way... and so I pretend it didn't happen and be much happier for it. (If there were an Indiana Jones 4, which there isn't, I would never, ever watch that, though.) There was a time machine, see, and I went back and warned myself not to see this movie, and everything was cool and we had ice cream and there was something about the universe imploding, the end.
So after my quickly repressed Spiderman 3 experience, I needed something I could rely on. Cue Six String Samurai. ...Don't give me that look. It's like the movie was made for me. Doesn't hurt that Buddy reminds me of a certain Turk with glasses, a sword and an attitude problem, either. It's just a fun, stupid action movie with swords, guitars, and Death looks like Slash. Come on.
Tiger & Bunny video game in the works. They really, really want my money. Earn it, bitches. *whipcrack*
Modern War Gear Solid is coming to DVD! I figure I ought to plug them since they've managed to entertain me so.
These giant marionettes are the most devastatingly incredible things. I stand in awe of the men who get the chance to walk amongst woken giants. The dog is my favorite, but sadly it gets very little time--as do the incredible expressions on the marionettes. These are clearly labors of art and love and are just a wonder to see. Puppetry is its own sort of magic, and Royal de Luxe do incredible things. It doesn't matter what the art form is; you know what lives and breathes when you see it. The idea of the things you build having souls is strangely convincing to look upon their creations.
And after you're done watching the marionettes, just watch this. Trust me. It's four minutes long, just watch it.
But now I have just finished another call bracelet commission and so I'm going to go relax and be bad and have more pie. Juuuust a little bit.
Cleaned yesterday. With a stuff neck and a stiff back and stiff shoulders, I cleaned. And I took Saturday off from working, even. The hell, stupid body.
Saw Amiami crash minutes before Rock Bison went online last night. I just made a sound of amusement, turned the computer off and went to bed. I'm trying to figure out if he's really priced more than the other two (answer: yes, slightly), or if all the dick retailers who still have him available just keep marking him up. It happened with Barnaby, so... interesting. I can see him costing a little more, but not that much, assholes. I'll play the wait and hope and see and probably feel stupid game, thanks. (Antonio, I do appreciate you... but I can only get hijacked so much for you.) Getting the bikes will be a bloodbath. Bring it on.
(I do have plenty of reactions to the last episode, by the way. None of them are in the least bit coherent, is all.)
This sounded like a really awesome gig for me until I realized three things:
1.) I'd be writing for someone else. (Never again.)
2.) I'd be writing for someone else without compensation of any kind. (Hey, just what I always wanted, to be niche-internet-famous and still poor. *thumbs up* ...Wait...)
3.) Tomopop has become the gathering place for people who like or complain about everything, from not reporting on every little event the members should damn well watch out for themselves, to how there are way too many [insert name here] and never enough [insert another name here] and [insert company here] is never providing enough [insert niche figure here]. I have my annoyances about some toys, true (what the fuck is wrong with Wolfwood's knees?!), but the increase in whining has gotten to the point where I will check in quickly once or twice a day and make sure that I leave quickly.
Okay, so... I love Sam Raimi, always have. (Evil Dead fan? You bet.) I loved his take on Spiderman--the first and second ones, anyway. (Spidey fan? Blame my ex-husband Spidey fanboy for that.) I was kind of assured that I needed to stay away from the third one when he more or less apologized for it. Apparently I was feeling like a masochist enough to finally see it. ...Well that was regrettable. The lack of creative control was obvious in the first few minutes, which I didn't expect. Despite being warned, there was a lot there that I didn't expect... in a really bad way... and so I pretend it didn't happen and be much happier for it. (If there were an Indiana Jones 4, which there isn't, I would never, ever watch that, though.) There was a time machine, see, and I went back and warned myself not to see this movie, and everything was cool and we had ice cream and there was something about the universe imploding, the end.
So after my quickly repressed Spiderman 3 experience, I needed something I could rely on. Cue Six String Samurai. ...Don't give me that look. It's like the movie was made for me. Doesn't hurt that Buddy reminds me of a certain Turk with glasses, a sword and an attitude problem, either. It's just a fun, stupid action movie with swords, guitars, and Death looks like Slash. Come on.
Tiger & Bunny video game in the works. They really, really want my money. Earn it, bitches. *whipcrack*
Modern War Gear Solid is coming to DVD! I figure I ought to plug them since they've managed to entertain me so.
These giant marionettes are the most devastatingly incredible things. I stand in awe of the men who get the chance to walk amongst woken giants. The dog is my favorite, but sadly it gets very little time--as do the incredible expressions on the marionettes. These are clearly labors of art and love and are just a wonder to see. Puppetry is its own sort of magic, and Royal de Luxe do incredible things. It doesn't matter what the art form is; you know what lives and breathes when you see it. The idea of the things you build having souls is strangely convincing to look upon their creations.
And after you're done watching the marionettes, just watch this. Trust me. It's four minutes long, just watch it.
But now I have just finished another call bracelet commission and so I'm going to go relax and be bad and have more pie. Juuuust a little bit.
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Also, I found a better video for the dog marionette. I'm particularly amused, as one of my friends owns a Xolo.
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Hmm I vaguely remember watching the first Spiderman movie but never got around to its sequels. Man, if the producer apologizes... Will avoid the third one, thanks.