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In case I haven't mentioned it enough, I hate being sick.
On the plus side, ( tmi )
In MH news, I spent fifteen minutes this afternoon being told that Scaris Deuce was in stock but he wasn't and I couldn't add him to my cart and I'm pissed because fifteen minutes is too long for a glitch. Deuce is just fucking with me now. x_x
On the plus side, my Ghouls Rule dolls arrived yesterday and other than Cleo having her eyes a bit too far apart (which I wouldn't have noticed except I was inspecting them with fear since the GR line has had more than its fair share of wonk) they're gloriously perfect. And at $13 each? I'm almost giddy.
I deboxed them this morning and ohmylord, how did I not realize the sheer amount of awesome contained within those substandard boxes? I will probably never understand the decision to use black tinsel, but aside from that?
There's no glitter herpes to be found. Clawdeen, who was on my "uhhhhhh... okay..." list is actually quite pretty (I like the little braid on her 'hawk), GR!Cleo somehow manages to pull off the gold lipstick I don't like on SS (how is this possible? Glitter made something better?) and Frankie is adorable. Eee! Funny how a line I was kind of "..." about turned out to be the thing to reignite the MH love. Go figure.
Moving along, this morning I called to activate my new card (woo!) and instead of it being an automated thing that took, I dunno, ten seconds, I had to wait on hold for more than six minutes for an actual person to do this. Right, because I want to tell another human being my credit card info so they can do... whatever a machine could have done six minutes ago.
I'm all for getting an actual person on the line but I think there is a time and a place for that. Namely any other time, guys. Any other time. Choose your battles.
TV stuff!
So, The Carrie Diaries continues to be an adorable little show that might do very well if not saddled with the whole SATC link. I may or may not love all of Carrie's non-NY friends with the possible exception of Sebastian. I really hope that this gets picked up.
I've also been marathoning The Secret Life of the American Teenager on Netflix. If I did guilty pleasures, y'know by feeling guilty about enjoying something, this would qualify. Except that after cramming in about two seasons in maybe less than a week, I'm getting a little light headed.
Part of this may be because the show is bad. (It is.) Part of it is probably due to the fact that the writing is abysmal (yup) and that I've hit the part where someone, somewhere, decided we needed new characters (we didn't). But mostly it's because the pacing on this thing is just frustrating as hell. Somehow we manage to draw things out and still have certain arcs feel rushed. I don't know how that's possible but damn it all if they don't manage.
Sometime later we will spam the hell out of reasons you should've been watcing Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23 and also reasons why I watch the trainwreck that is Secret Life.
On the plus side, ( tmi )
In MH news, I spent fifteen minutes this afternoon being told that Scaris Deuce was in stock but he wasn't and I couldn't add him to my cart and I'm pissed because fifteen minutes is too long for a glitch. Deuce is just fucking with me now. x_x
On the plus side, my Ghouls Rule dolls arrived yesterday and other than Cleo having her eyes a bit too far apart (which I wouldn't have noticed except I was inspecting them with fear since the GR line has had more than its fair share of wonk) they're gloriously perfect. And at $13 each? I'm almost giddy.
I deboxed them this morning and ohmylord, how did I not realize the sheer amount of awesome contained within those substandard boxes? I will probably never understand the decision to use black tinsel, but aside from that?
There's no glitter herpes to be found. Clawdeen, who was on my "uhhhhhh... okay..." list is actually quite pretty (I like the little braid on her 'hawk), GR!Cleo somehow manages to pull off the gold lipstick I don't like on SS (how is this possible? Glitter made something better?) and Frankie is adorable. Eee! Funny how a line I was kind of "..." about turned out to be the thing to reignite the MH love. Go figure.
Moving along, this morning I called to activate my new card (woo!) and instead of it being an automated thing that took, I dunno, ten seconds, I had to wait on hold for more than six minutes for an actual person to do this. Right, because I want to tell another human being my credit card info so they can do... whatever a machine could have done six minutes ago.
I'm all for getting an actual person on the line but I think there is a time and a place for that. Namely any other time, guys. Any other time. Choose your battles.
TV stuff!
So, The Carrie Diaries continues to be an adorable little show that might do very well if not saddled with the whole SATC link. I may or may not love all of Carrie's non-NY friends with the possible exception of Sebastian. I really hope that this gets picked up.
I've also been marathoning The Secret Life of the American Teenager on Netflix. If I did guilty pleasures, y'know by feeling guilty about enjoying something, this would qualify. Except that after cramming in about two seasons in maybe less than a week, I'm getting a little light headed.
Part of this may be because the show is bad. (It is.) Part of it is probably due to the fact that the writing is abysmal (yup) and that I've hit the part where someone, somewhere, decided we needed new characters (we didn't). But mostly it's because the pacing on this thing is just frustrating as hell. Somehow we manage to draw things out and still have certain arcs feel rushed. I don't know how that's possible but damn it all if they don't manage.
Sometime later we will spam the hell out of reasons you should've been watcing Don't Trust the Bitch in Apartment 23 and also reasons why I watch the trainwreck that is Secret Life.