Ooooh, shiny!

Because mippas are crafty! :

( Oooh, Sailor Moon... )

And now, MLP: FiM ( follows )

Apparently my brother finally made good on his threat to buy a new TV. He's claming that it's mine, or mine and Mum's, but we shall see. This means Mums is cleaning out the old entertainment center. Which means a shitton of VHS tapes are being disposed of. Mostly I'm not bothering to grab the really old ones because they're dusty or coated in cat... specialness, but I do have one that looks promising.

"Disney Afternoon.
Midnight Caller"

I think this pretty much sums up how my brain works perfectly. It probably also explains a lot. Do you remember Midnight Caller? Oh, yeah. My chances of being normal were shot right from the start.

Thunderstorm cometh, so I go.