Salute Your Cartoon addiction

Today is the day.

Today I go and attempt to aquire my bridesmaid dress for ari's wedding. To try and take my mind off it, I've been drifting aimlessly around the Despair Faction board.
Random links bring me to a thread bitching about crowd surfing, the joys of being kicked in the head, and the general rudeness of most concert goers. [I feel old having said that, but older still agreeing with it. :p] And then you've got the people who agree, but then say something about since they spent -however much- on a concert, they're gonna do what they want, and if anyone complains about it ruining their good time, well, fuck them. But they say it without realizing they're being jackasses too. The mind, she boggles.

Completely different note: Yesterday I overslept because the nephew didn't wake me up. Anyway, when I did wake up, we ended up watching Xiaolin Showdown where I promptly spent the next hour or so wondering who did Jack's voice, and then figuring it had to be the same guy who did Milo on Pepper Ann [...yes.] and being sure that Chase was Tino from Weekenders and then wondering if my brain was just completely filled with fluff. To answer this: Jack and Milo are Budnick, to which I wonder how I never put the obvious clues together.

Oh, Salute Your Shorts, I miss you so.


This is Jack. We love Jack. I'm a cartoon groupie. I know it's sad.

I'm off to spaz the hell out. If you hear hysterical shrieking/sobbing and can't figure it out? That's me.

know more of stars and sea

Some of you guys like me, yes? We're not talking lay down and die for me, or even calling if you think I'm seconds away from shuffling off my mortal coil. Just I don't make your heads hurt with horrible unrelenting agony.

With that in mind, why the blue hell did any of you let me go and watch Serenity? You should know by now I can't handle that. I know I'm late, by quite a bit even, but still. Someone should have pulled me aside and said, "No. Firefly was the end. The movie? Not for you!" You didn't.
You guys are sadistic. SADISTIC.

Because, as always with Joss Whedon, I fogot the most important rule. No, not the "happy=imminent disaster/death" rule, though that played into it. Much more important. If I love the character to the point where I can happily trade off others to keep this one safe, they will meet an untimely end. They will die, be shuffled off to where no one will ever see them the same way again, or they will go under the character assasination knife.
They will rip my heart out as they walk away in one way or another.

And this is why I cannot partake in any further JW productions. I spent the first half of the movie marveling at how it looked like I should see the little Sci-Fi logo in the corner and the last half wondering if I'd stumbled into some bizare nightmare where everything had turned horror movie.

Of course, that granted me a moment of peace as I contemplated what would happen if horror movies could transcend that cannon fodder way of dealing with death. If you gave a full damn [as opposed to half a damn, you see] about the cast, you'd probably still root for at least one death, but the other three would damn near kill you as well. But horror isn't the time or the place, I suppose.

( but... )

I'll be in mourning for the next several decades.

Finished Mars finally. I think. I'm actually not sure if I read them all, or if I missed one. Hmm.

Ordered my dress, put half the cash down. Tried on another one and ohmylord, it may have been a different style entirely, but my chest was drowning. Sometimes I think I was very shortsighted when I decided at ten that my chest was plenty big enough, thank you, and then a couple of years later I made that wish to be around 5'8/5'9 because that's how tall Rogue was generally considered to be... and the long hair. Life, in her infinite wisdom, said cool. However I forgot to tell the rest of me to cool it.

Went to Target. Bought a snow Patrol CD. I'm not exceptionally overly thrilled, but I'm in that phase where you just want the single anyway. Speaking of singles, after doing battle for the better part of an hour, I finally got my TV/VCR to spit out my House tape. Minutes later I realized the Making of the Video for "Call Me When You're Sober" was on. So I watched that. I didn't dare try and shove another tape in, though. I hope it'll be like the other MtVs where they replay like rabbits breed. The bit at the end with the weird flying/dancing bit? Awesomeness. But I'm be shallow and admit that Wolfie is yummy.

Back to Target. Also bought a Bratz doll. Costume Party Lela in all her witchy glory. She was the only one they had and she's several kinds of awesome. Pictures will appear some other time. The only thing missing are the stripey socks her toon version has. You'd think she'd have stripey socks. If the plastic wasn't still attached to the cardboard, I'd wonder if someone stole them since the bottom of the box is open. But I think that's just shitty packaging. [the glue seems to have come undone, no rips or tears.]

Annnnnnnnd one more thing before I go. Finally saw the Fab Faces/Drama Queens/whatever they're actually called MyScenes. More on this and other stuff when I wake up.