An eventful week so far! graymary and I took the dolls to a local doll meetup, wherein other doll owners like us bring theirs and we all stand around chattering and going oooh and aaah. Haelee the Bada was a big hit and Rama the Namu got to make friends with some pretty lady dolls, and we met some cool local people! (Hi, cool local people!) One of whom informed us that Ninodoll is taking orders again for a very small window of time OH GOD, UM.PYO, UM.PYO, UM.PYO, YOUR EVIL FACE, I MUST HAVE YOU

graymary: "What would you do if you had two Badas?"
shoiryu: "...........................:D"
graymary:"D:"

I am a monster.

I had another math test last night, which... either went really well, or really badly! I'll probably know tomorrow sometime. Fractions, yuck.

Someday I will be emotionally capable of reacting to SPN 4.03. Today is really not that day. Just... oh, jesus christ.

You guys know you're going to be getting doll picspams occasionally forever now, right? Okay, just checking. Anyway, the usual warnings apply: Lots of fairly big pictures, and they're of dolls, so you know. Too scared, don't click. ( Spider has new hair. )

Also SPN peeps, the Vice Presidential debate is tomorrow night at nine, so various places may/may not be showing the new episode. Watching on the official website is good advice if you're in the US.

I don't know if a lot of you are aware of this (LOL THE NEWS ISN'T TALKING ABOUT IT, LIKE, ANYWHERE), but parts of the Southern US are running out of gas. Y'all, I live down here. Last night I had to drive ten minutes out of my way to put four dollars worth of super special premium gas into my fourteen year old car because there was nothing else left for sale. There are fistfights at pumps going on down in Atlanta. Fistfights with baseball bats.

On the other hand, for once it's slightly less tooth-grinding to drive home from work during an election year because there's at least two Obama signs for every six Mccain signs. Which is pretty goddamn new for this part of the country, let me tell you. (There is this amusing effect, also, that I haven't thought up a clever name for yet, but what appears to happen judging from my observations is that one neighbor will put out an Obama sign, and then when I drive past the next day, their next door neighbor has put up three or four Mccain signs. I guess you COULD just call it "terrified, small minded overcompensation.")

We were bored the other night, so I put the first Metal Gear Solid game into Em's playstation and had a go at that. The contents of that game are so firmly embedded into our injoke culture that we pretty much laughed ourselves sick through the entire first part. I had to turn it off around the time we both started repeating the last word of every character's sentences in Snake's voice. "METAL GEAR?!" "METAL GEAR?! ...oh, wait. That was me."

Still not on the SQUEE CASTIEL SQUEE bandwagon. Misha Collins seems great, and again, this angel shit is right up my alley, and I'm loving the implications of it for story and plot. But: A) again, I haven't seen him do much of anything but anvil drop, and B) I really don't think he'd be embraced like this if he had a vagina, which is frustrating for me as a fan of pretty much every female character who's crossed the screen. (Sarah Blake remains that notable exception, but I've talked about that before. Also, please don't take that sentence as a hint that you should tell me why you like the character and it's not because of that; I like him too, and I completely get the "totally going head over heels for a character despite them not doing much of anything in canon except get stripped naked and stuffed into a locker," I'm referring to the fandom wide outpouring of sudden new pairing luuuuv.)

Lastly: I did in fact ace that math test! Woohoo!

I haven't drawn anything in a while, and I've had this lineart lying around for a long time, so I decided to finish it up the other night. It looks like the album cover for Dean's cheesy metal cover band. \o/

If I make it through the rest of this day without totally falling asleep somewhere I shouldn't, it may be a miracle.

On the other hand, I'm pretty sure I aced a math test on Monday! And... hm. Isn't something special happening tomorrow? Some show is back on the air or something? I should look into that.

This has been making me laugh way more than it should for way longer than it should. ALIEN THINGS, PEOPLE.

This morning the old Chevy and I had a brief argument, wherein I wanted to make a left turn through an intersection at a normal speed, and it wanted to pause in the middle of accelerating for a few seconds instead. Look, old lady, I know you get fussy when your tank's only half full, but really. Cars, barreling towards me. We had an agreement.

So this past weekend was family vacation time to celebrate my grandmother's 85th birthday. My uncle manages a retreat up in the mountains here, so that's where we headed. Again for those of you who don't know, my mother had three sisters, each of whom had two children, and whatever significant other you're seeing at the moment is usually welcome to these things too, plus Eldest Cousin has a new(ish) baby (and her awesome husband) so long story short, it's usually a packed house. My parents and sister and I stayed off the retreat in this... inn, this inn right here, which was absolutely beautiful but what you can't see on the website is that the entire building is slanted downwards towards the mountain (not the dropoff, luckily) so it was kind of like spending a night in a funhouse with a great view. (This is totally the room I stayed in, wow.)

Mom: "*gesturing wildly, very excited* Come here. Come out here [the porch]."
Me: "Are you going to do something horrible to me?"
Mom: "No! No. I have to tell you about your grandmother."
Me: "...?"
Mom: "On the way up here we were talking about movies and out of nowhere she said, 'If I'm given a choice between nice and nasty...'"
Me: "........?"
Mom, raunchy voice: "'I'll take the nasty!'"

And then my dad farted thunderously all the way down the mountain.

Took some more doll pics the other night, mostly to get some nicer ones of poor Rama, who suffered from the blurry disease in the first go around, and some more to show off the small tweaking that's been done with Spider. Because I can! \o/

I am going to sleep ALL GODDAMN WEEKEND.

Fun fact: if for some reason you manage to loosen the strings inside your BJD, it turns into something out of a very grisly murder scene.

"Christ it just got ALL Black Dahlia up in here."

Never fear: Rama is fully recovered. ...Because there was an extra body lying around. ...Look graymary handles this crap, not me.

"Do we want to put [a washer cap, the cause of the problem] in Haelee, too...?"
"... ....... .....no. He's good for now."

Some things:

Via apiphile, seems like you may need to be careful what you do with Chrome. I don't know anything about anything about ANYTHING about Chrome, just thought I'd pass that along.

In case you weren't aware, Tastespotting exists again. During its downtime, it spawned a baby, Foodgawker, which when combined are pretty much guaranteed to never, ever let you stop feeling bad about the fact that you only have ramen to eat. Of course if you'd rather be told how to make a "delicious fucking cheesecake you motherfucker" you're best off with Goons With Spoons, which is Something Awful's cooking wiki. Don't be fooled: motherfuckers can cook the shit out of those bitches.

Additionally, for those of you (like me) who think about this kind of stuff, the CW's new 90210 show appears to have done really well (for them) last night, which I was hoping for -- the network, as I hear it, really needed this show to succeed to avoid going into a real tailspin, and we all know what kind of fun could go on if the CW crashes. So, that's some good news.

Sinus issues returned in full force, with all the ear-throbbing, sore throat sniffling fun that goes along with it; adding to my vaguely cranky mood is that today I've got a huge cart full of crazy annoying "Barack Obama is the devil" style biographies. (Just FYI: I'm voting for the man. That's about all I want to say politically until this is all over.) And there may well be a hurricane in MY area this weekend, which is also annoying, because the family's planning a weekend mountain thing (my aunt lives up there) and that might end up being canceled and I was looking forward to it. Ah well.

On the other hand, my dolls are beaaaautiful, and my weekend was phenomenal. Hanging out with feartoread and prim usually means no end of good conversation and fun little adventures. Their town is beautiful and they live within walking distance of any number of great shops and so on and we spent part of Saturday just wandering around. It got a little muggy and we got kind of droopy at one point, but some rest cured that pretty quickly. We watched a bunch of stuff, including Flight of the Concords, which marsandguitars really, really needs to see. All in all it was wonderful and emotionally recharging and everything. ♥

So, there'll be pics of the finished dolls forthcoming! For now, I'm going to go use my lunch break to finish tonight's math homework, haha.

Home safe from the wilds of the north. As always feartotread and prim are amazingly generous, patient hosts, the dolls have their faces and look awesome, and a wonderful time was had! And I'll be more detailed sometime when I'm not still worn out from driving until two am!

Off for the weekend, catch you guys on Monday!

I am so, so, so sleep deprived lately and I don't even care. Life is so good lately. I'm almost afraid to say so in case something takes a bad turn! So much has changed for the better for me in the past few months. I'm in school now and it's going awesomely so far. This shit is not as hard as I remember it, and so far I'm keeping up with the class with no issues at all, and then some. Next semester I'm definitely going to ante up on the classload; this isn't just doable, it's fun.

( More me, me, me! )

I mean, something could change for the worst at any time, here. But there's so much good right now, I figure it'll balance out. (Knock wood.)

My first class was last night, and it went very well. The instructor is very nice and not rushing through any material, so I think this won't be too much of a struggle. Of course today I have to track down the book from whatever mysterious location it's available at. And I have to get a calculator. BUT HEY. Part of the novel experience, right?

Also, sorry I've been so lackluster on comment replying lately! Rest assured I'm not at all shunning anybody, just tired a lot, I read everything that's said and as always, I don't read my friends list on any kind of filter, so if you're on here, you can be sure I've read your latest entries absolutely. I read everything, lurking silently in the bushes of the internet. I'm creepy that way.

My schedule lately's mostly been work, school stuff, come home to do more doll work and roll around with Ozzy (aka Weasel, aka Ozzbot, aka Ozozel) who apparently needs me desperately at all hours of the day beginning at about seven AM. Look, cat, I love you desperately, but it is NOT that important so early for you to come in here, sniff at a few things, and leave. I haven't died. And even if I do, graymary can feed you from then on. Stop worrying.

How not to conduct a set visit, section one, underlined, in bold Impact font. Wow, you kids. I'm sorry vaguely famous people have no idea you exist and don't care!

Man, talk about abusing the good will of one of the most good natured TV sets ever. Some people's children.

An important message to you, my friendslist:

The next time you go to the library, I want you to stop, and look at your hardback books. I want you to hold them up, so that you can properly admire that clear plastic covering that goes over the book jacket. I want you to touch and caress that clear plastic covering, feeling its wonderful smoothness. I want you to admire how carefully it's been taped into place, the skill with which it's been folded and tucked in. I want you to maybe even lick it a little, just to get really appreciative. Because I just spent five hours putting those clear plastic coverings on a cart of books* and my wrists will never function properly again.

*Breaking Dawn counts. Sort of. In that it's words on some paper and it has a cover.

All right, so in regards to yesterday's post: I appear to be a college student again! And I'm going to have to take math classes until the day I die! But the first part is good.

Off to go do something kind of intimidating and yet important! I'll be more detailed later when I know it's not a completely wasted effort, but for now, good thoughts are appreciated. ♥ (It's a good thing!)