Feast of Fools

for a brief spaz on the subject of today's anime consumption. My anime watching outside animesoc is usually zero unless superglued to chair by rampaging fangirls or vampiric mermaid chasers, but Jenny's Dio squeeage gave me a Last Exile itch.

So: Ep 18 is indeed amusing, I like Sophia more and more, Dio has a *fantastic* screech on him and I don't like Delphine although all my instincts say I should because she hasn't said or done anything that implies intelligence yet. I don't fangirl dimwits. :-p (Anyone who makes a Tasuki joke at this point is getting beaten to death with a blunt implement)

And Kyou Kara Maou! Watched ep 1 at long, long last and (to my astonishment) spent the first ten minutes laughing my ass off at jokes which were supposed to be there. STOP PRESS! Anime tries to be funny and actually succeeds! It can't last. And, indeed, it didn't, because the second half of the ep was (as I've been told) just Fushigi Yuugi with no female characters, but even so, good start there. Quote of the day: 'Are you kidding me? Why is there a black hole down the toilet???'

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Y'know the freaky Frankenbarbie dolls from Small Soldiers, the bald ones with the whiny voices that have knives?

That's what Gundam SEED catpeople look like before they have hair. Even worse, there's a failed Lacus disembodied bald head lying right in my eyeline with one eye ripped off. Wurgh.

*sighs* So, my days have been filled with commission work, and I couldn't even get the Millennium Puzzle necklace done cos I've hit a bit of a technical snag (I am not physically strong enough to force the screws through the wood, even leaning on a power drill with all my weight, which is what is required. Shameful and girly though it is, I need my daddy to do it). But, the parents shall be back tomorrow night and verily shall I demand help.

*further sulking* The weather forecast said thunderstorms! Thunderstorms! Do we have thunderstorms here? Do we heck. -_-

Gotta go, Lacus v2.0 is calling me from downstairs with her shrill little devil voice. 'Come and get me, Tasha! I may be bald and creepy but you have to put my stupid tunic on over my stupid ruffly skirt, don't you? And my pink hair? Ahahahaha!'

...anyone ever seen a horror film called Dolly Dearest? If so, you'll know what I mean.

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Oh, I glued testicles on a kitten.

No, really.

*cackles* I was commissioned to make the kitten bus from 'Mei to Konekobasu', the short film sequel to Totoro which is only on display at the Ghibli Museum in Japan. And my commissioner specifically requested kitten balls, as apparently both catbus and kittenbus are visibly male in the films and it freaks her out when they get neutered in merchandise. :-D

Otherwise, not a lot. The parents have gone on holiday to Cornwall, and although the brat is technically here he's never *actually* here so I have the house to myself till Wednesday. It feels like a holiday, weirdly. ^_^;; Except right now it feels a little creepy because we still don't have any curtains on one side of the lounge, and I hate walking around in there with the lights on - everyone can see me, and I can't see anything. The zombies in the garden might be having a party and I'd never know. -_-

And further downside; tomorrow's project is the Millennium Puzzle necklace from Yu-Gi-Oh, which I'm going to make out of wood with, like, DIY stuff and drilling and screws and everything. And my usual fount of technical expertise is in bloody St Ives. *shudders* Doomed, I'm doooooooomed....

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My life is themed on bats at the moment. Katy's room is full of bats, she spent yesterday evening drawing huge gold and silver spindly Hellsing-style bats on her window blackout boards, and now I'm suddenly struck with an overwhelming urge to make a new blog design featuring Alucard. *sweatdrop* One day I'll make myself a blog layout based on something I actually read/watch, you'll see...

So, for my next trick, I shall make a blog design featuring Alucard from Hellsing that isn't red and black and features minimal blood/death/zombies - indeed, one that is summery! And tasteful! Pink may feature. Or beige. Ph33r me... *staggers off to graphick with psychotic glint in eye*

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...and I'm beginning to get a little of the stir-crazies from spending all my time sitting in my room staring at little lumps of multicoloured mud.

There are, however, compensations. ^_^;;

Still, I think I shall invade Oxford tomorrow to inflict my own personal brand of irritating cheeriness on its hapless denizens and distract them while they're tring to work. I'm about to finish watching the West Wing season three right through *again* and I fear the empty void that will be my life when I run out of classy entertainment media...

In other news, there is no other news, so I shall bog off and do something useful, like *finally* try to get the bastard @£(*$£%ing Witch Hunter Robin pendant finished. All the difficult shaping and glueing is done. All that is left is one teeny, easy bit of glueing. What d'you reckon my chances are of completing it without smearing un-removeable glue all over the beautiful pendant which has taken HOURS and HOURS to make?

...yeah, me too. >.<

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Lovely day yesterday - went in to London to meet herself, who was down a day early cos she's due to sing at St Paul's, don'tchaknow ^_^

And lo there was sushi, and Tate Modern, and Shaun of the Dead, and pizza, in that order. And it was good. The politics-y bit of Tate Modern's not terribly impressive at the moment, and there's nuffink in the Turbine Hall which was a shame (I missed the sun installation! *weeps*) but hell, it's still Tate Modern. ^_^ And Shaun of the Dead was unexpectedly good - I was anticipating a slightly weak Britcom schlock spoof, and got a rather witty Britcom horror spoof, which rocked. Also Dylan Moran is, as ever, the man. I wish I knew my zombie films though, I only made about three or four of the referential bits and I suspect there were *lots*.

*stretches* And this evening I'm off to invade the Katyular mansion, and possibly to bug Lizzu into letting me watch her Starsky & Hutch DVDs. Life is good. ^_^

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There's something extremely disturbing about bad things happening places where you've been.

I can't get my head around the fact that I can remember Aguas Calientes well enough to identify the three houses which were destroyed. I hope they had a lot of empty space in the visitor's centre and the little motel-y place on top of the mountain, cos Machu Picchu is a *really* bad place to be stuck outside at night, there's no shelter of any kind at all. And you can't even get down the mountain to the big hotel because if the mudslides hit the railway then the mountain road can't possibly be safe. In fact, thinking about it, I'm not sure if the mountain road can still be *there*. >.<

Still, Machu Picchu at dawn is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, and now they'll all get to see it...

And it could have been worse. The guide when we were there was telling us that it's likely one day the whole lot will go - and when Machu Picchu falls down, the angle of the cliffs is such that a gazillion tons of rock will land right on the posh hotel at the bottom of the mountain. Bye bye Peruvian tourist industry. ^_^;;;

(Chris, you aren't in Peru are you? Last thing I heard you were in Chile, but check in if you read this.)

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Yes, my sites have been down for most of today.

No, you couldn't see the pictures in my auction listings during that time.

Yes, it all appears to be fixed now.

No, I am not a happy bunny. -_-

Excuse me, I'm off a-huntin' web-hostin' varmints! *locks and loads*

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Especially ones with kerrazy cops with stupid aviator sunglasses who beat people up. Guess who just got round to watching that cheap-ass yakuza DVD I bought from the shop in Oxf town that closed down ^_^

I've also been watching the Pirates commentary track with Keira Knightley and Jack Davenport - was quite impressed by a) how funny Davenport is and b) how incredibly shrill Knightley is. Two hours of her and I wanted to belt her in the teeth just to let JD get a word in >.<

Highlights, though!

Davenport on himself: 'How could one man wear so much brocade and not be classed as a Mardi Gras float?'

Davenport on himself and Jonathan Pryce under cannon fire: 'There was a certain element of courtly man-love going down...'

Knightley is a bimbo: 'I've gone on the ride many, many, many times. Jack's never been on the ride, have you?'
Davenport is a master of the put-down: 'No, I was too busy reading books on naval procedure.'

Knightley can actually be funny if she tries hard: '...and THAT MONKEY! I want to *stuff* the monkey!'

Davenport - pardon? 'I haven't got a girlfriend anymore so I may as well go pirate hunting...'

*coughs* Yes, anyway. I have done nothing of interest of late so here are my choice of the best headlines in recent days. Some courtesy of Mark.

Brainy bookworms hooked by fishy 2D fantasy girl

Private dicks re-hitch the ditched

Radar clocks Mini at Mach 3 speed

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...that was a lovely relaxing weekend. Went to imouto-chan's for a couple of days, marathoned the entire Raffles TV series, got fed Sunday lunch by her long-suffering family and generally sat around doing a very enjoyable nothing much. Raffles is incredibly silly, you need to see it very much indeed. Bunny-the-sidekick is endearingly gormless, and Raffles himself is indescribably and deliciously posh. I spent the whole time tittering every time he said 'orff' or 'acrawss' or 'POE-lice'...

Oh, and Guns and Talks, which is the Korean action comedy about the assassins which she has been describing as live action Weiss Kreuz, is.

It's also really really really funny and everyone should watch it. ^_^

So yes. That was my weekend, except for the bit where li'l bro rang me, AFTER I had arrived in Northampton, to tell me that the car was out of oil and in immediate danger of blowing up and could I please drive very very carefully. So, in a childish fit of pique poetic act of revenge I made him drive all the way to Northampton and back (four hour round trip) in my mother's car to put oil in mine. In the dark. And I made him wait outside her house until we'd finished eating supper too. No, he didn't get any. No, I don't think that was mean.

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Listen, he owes me for all those times I've driven into central London for him when he was too lazy an ass to take the train home, alright? ^_^;;;

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I appear to have become addicted to the Jade-from-Sweetbox version of Real Emotion from Final Fantasy X-2. KATY THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.

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