Pic-spam begins right about... now

You can always tell it's a bit chilly when you've yet to refill the ice in your glass as there's no need, despite sitting in soda for the last hour and a half. Mmm. That's how I guage the cold, anyway.

I'm kinda freezing, so we'll split the photos up, the better to spam your friends page with, my dear.

First up, as we work in reverse, is Suigintou. Might I say that she's perfectly loverly? She is. The only tweak I would make, if given a time travel device, would be to evil the eyebrows up a little. But I suspect I'd do that to entirely too many things, so there you go.

If I go back and photowhore it up a little later, we'll play detail photos. For now, it's enough to say she comes with a little slip of paper that tells you how to attack and detach her wings [snaps, people. Don't snap too hard or bad things will happen.] and I suspect highly that she'll stain the hell out of anyone left too close to the outfit. Which is my way of saying that she too has the arms [and possibly other things, dunno as she and I aren't that close yet :p ] wrapped in plastic. But for all I remember, they do that for everyone, just in case. You'd think I'd pay more attention...
Speaking of not paying attention, when did they start putting photographs on the back of the boxes? Suigintou and Rot both have their pictures displayed back there, thus killing my initial theory that maybe it was a RM thing.


( Suigintou )

Now to figure out a name for her. *muse*

Others to come:
Frankie, Frankie's mini, Blair, Poppy, Evie, Fi, Rot, the DALs, and possibly a guest appearance by Lumpy.

Frankie

Frankie is a complete bitch to photograph. There's the hair and lighting issue. Like Alice, she takes a perfectly good photo and suddenly turns it orange. Or washes out completely, which is exceptionally skillfull since she's darker than most of the rest of the gang. :p Sooooooo... we're gonna give 'er another go in a bit, if my legs ever defrost. Until then, a couple of pics.


( Frankie )

laaaa.

G'ah. My tummy is all rumbly now, and I knew it would happen. But there was nothing else to eat, so rumbly making it was. Still, it's particularly vexing because it wasn't all that nummy to begin with and then the dog lept up and knocked the bowl onto the floor. It made a particularly spectacular splash of tomato sauce and I spent the last twenty minutes scrubbing the carpet to clean it. Now it looks like something spilled a few days ago as opposed to someone having killed a small animal right infront of the DVD player. Yay for me.
I was watching The Devil Wears Prada for the second time, and I think I enjoyed it more this go round, puppy teething and splatter aside. I still resent not getting my favorite bit of the book thrown into the movie, but at least this time I knew it wasn't coming. And the deleted scenes were almost as much fun as the gag reel. That alone was worth the price. And I always feel like a dufus for laughing at the gag reel on things, though I don't know why. Maybe because so many are this long endless stream of inside jokes? No clue.
I need to return my copy of the book to Ari, but as I haven't talked to her since her wedding, I'm not sure when that'll happen. I'd say I'm avoiding her, only... you kind of have to have the chance of interaction with someone to avoid them, I think. *shrug*

The good thing about going a little wacky with the camera? It means I had to straighten part of my room, which is nice. If I can either sneak in a nap or just remember, I'll have to do some laundry tonight. But for now, I'll be content with my thermal blanket being clean for the first time in months. Okay, fine, that's just what I'm telling myself. I don't really believe it. :p

There are numerous things I've found are less than fantastic about the night shift, but a big one is that there is absolutely no one to do anything with on my weekday off. No one. They're all at work. Okay, or I'm not talking to them, but we'll go with the work thing. It's not even like I've managed to switch myself to a normal schedule. Give me enough days [anything more than four] and I revert to being awake at night anyway.
... Or they blow me off to organize their room. o_O That's... nice. Couldn't you just say you were busy? Then I could pretend you were saving the world or something.
Nap time, for sure.


( But first, Evie. )

Now it's nap time.