I Just Can't Walk Away

Was going to review Nineteen Minutes but I think I'll let it sit in my head for another day before trying to gather my thoughts further.

Instead, we'll turn our gaze to toys. Because with me it's all books and toys with the occasional splash of television thrown in and a side order of cats.

Monster High has better pictures of the 13 Wishes line-up. I still need Clawdeen in my life immediately, and Frankie looks even more impressive than she did before. Eee!

Lagoona's Technicolor yellow is explained as one of the wishes (Freshwater!) and looks better than when she was just bright effing yellow, but I still worry that she's going to end up looking really obnoxious in person. *fret*

Mattel also brings us the news that Life In the Dreamhouse is getting a doll line (YES) and it's going to have Midge (MY BABY) and that the Raquelle doll is set to be so perfect I am dying. DYING.


DYING.

Side note: If you haven't been watching 'Dreamhouse, you need to. Like now. Seriously, go get yourself some popcorn or whatever your snack of choice is and come back, ready to devote about an hour to this.

Now watch. It's a gazillion jokes going at all times and yes, they're totally mocking themselves too and it's awesome.



MLP brings us the TRU exclusives which include a set with Queen Chrysalis and a talking Nightmare Moon. I still need last year's set with Nightmare Moon. :P

AG has the pages sort of up for the new February release on the 14th but there are no photos aside from their facebook pic. Curiosity is driving me mad. But I'll be okay because I'm holding out/hoping for free shipping soon as they tend to do it for Easter shopping and Easter is early this year.


Did I ever update you lot on the Sweet Valley thing? You know, where I won the ebooks but the ones they sent came with an expiration date, so I emailed the ladies running the giveaway? So they emailed back and said it wasn't their intention to give away trials so they were going to get in touch with the publisher. Time passes and we get another email to say they haven't forgotten us and are still awaiting an answer. Another email to say to heck with the publisher, they'll buy us each a set if we're still interested. Then on the heels of that we get an email saying :
GREAT NEWS!!!! I just heard from St Martin's--they are going to reissue your eBooks this afternoon-so you can own them!

Um, I never got an email or anything from St Martin's so I'm still a little fuzzy on what's going on aside from the fact that I am Not Impressed with the company. (I am, however, impressed with the ladies running Chick Lit is Not Dead.)

Sooooooo...

To end on a good note, I should be getting mail soon and when I do, pic spam! :D

There were two things I loved about SVC. Only one is keeping me from setting the book ablaze.
( Pics or it didn't happen. )
  The other has to do with cake and the Wakefield parents. :P

The bad.
I'm awake. I should have gone to bed already. The truck is going to be in the shop for awhile. Hopefully the boy is mistaken about this (this is where one of you is magical, k?) b ut even if he isn't, paying for the fix is going to be difficult. Ari still hasn't gotten back to me on the whole being able to give me a ride to/from work tomorrow. Normally I wouldn't mind another night off work, I just feel weird about calling out. Again. Mostly that's because the past two weeks my paychecks have been wrong and I don't really want to have to go through a third week of them being wrong. (Which bugs me. The first week is understandable, but I was there when the second week was being put into the computer. If you felt weird about using a vacation day for the Worst Vacation Ever, why didn't you just ask if that's what I wanted done? Also, apparently it wasn't even that. It was not paying me for a night when I was definitely at work. WTF. Payroll. You're doing it wrong. Bonus because the night in question was a night the person doing payroll worked.)

The good.
  My blanket is warm and toasty. It's like being hugged without having to worry about my breath or my hair getting in someone's face. Just mine. Sweet Valley Confidential has shipped. :D I'm so excited for something that I'm pretty sure is going to kill my brain cells en masse, but good lord, I'm practically bouncing at the thought.
Before learning of the truck, I put in my order for doll crack (nothing major) and with it, I have completed my AG Molly collection until it comes time to order Molly/Emily and their accessories. This could mean that AG will throw me a curveball and take out Josefina or Addy first, but I'm betting pretty hard on the Molly retirements and the fact that she was expected by most of the fandom (who keep up on these things anyway) to be archived last year as indicators that she's toast this year. Whatever. Point is, all the stuff currently available that I want? I've got. Or will be getting when they ship off backorder. I do so love doing backorders with free shipping, even if you do have to spend a certain amount to qualify. The only time I didn't like doing it was for Kit's desk and that's because it was a semi-expensive purchase looming overhead with little warning as to when it would swoop down and nail my bank account. Little ones though, those I can live with.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to decide whether to do my Ella pic-spam or watch the third season of The Secret Life of the American Teenager. Yes. Seriously. Mmhmm. It's so over the top and insane that I lack the words to properly describe it.

New work pants ordered. (Oddly enough it was cheaper to order them online, ship them to the store, and take total advantage of a coupon code.) Now to wait for them to come in. Despite the fact that I would bet fantastic amounts of money that they're there at the store and they could just pick them up off the shelf. Whatever. Don't care. Have to remember to warn dad that they should be calling. They were basically half price and I seriously need a new pair. I should have bought two pairs, but I am thinking new shoes are more important than the extra pants at this particular moment in time. *muse* I'll look for those in a bit.

Anyone else a SVH fan? There's a shitstorm going on on 1bruce1 about the new book that comes out next year. 10 years after the fall of SVH... er, I mean... Who knows what I mean. If you sign up at http://www.sweetvalleytenyearslater.com/, they'll email you the first chapter of the book. And you will kill me for suggesting this because OHMYGOD. The horror.

( I've vented everywhere else, why not here? )

Hey. Barnes and Noble! Fuck you. I pre-ordered my Tori crack as soon as it was announced and yesterday you canceled my fucking order. Which I would understand if your stupid site weren't telling me I could totally order it RIGHT NOW and pick it up at the store, so long as I was willing to pay more than my pre-order was for. WTF, man. Out of the three stores in my area, it's available at two of them. I want my effing pre-order price, I want my DVD, and I want it fucking now. Just because you want to weasel out of me getting it cheaper does not mean I'm going to let you.

That's right. I, the shyest, meekest, quietest little mouse around? Totally willing to throw down just to get my DVD for, what, like three-to-five bucks cheaper.

Mmm. Sweet Valley fix. I'm a big dork, I admit this freely, but few things make me happier than reading total brain cotton candy. So every few months, give or take a few due to life, I renew my search for missing SV books. I'm thisclose to finishing off SVU, and would have done so already except everytime I think I'll breakdown and buy the six books I'm missing, something will come up. For instance, the last of the actual series, non extra-fluffy special versions? I keep thinking I've bought it already. I know, I have a list. I consult said list for most purchases of anything not twin/kid related, and yet I still think I already own this book. It's insane. To be fair, I didn't check off all the books I snagged last time, so this go round it was perfectly justifiable. Other times I am obviously just plain stupid. For the remaining diary books, I think I've read them all, and if not, the only one I haven't is for a character, I quite frankly spend a great deal of time trying to forget ever existed. The other two I'm split on. I don't remember one and the other one sucked so much that all I remember is cringing at the thought of touching the book to return it. :p As for the thrillers, those are actually normal excuses. They only come up when I can't afford them, or when something I want more is also up for grabs.

I know, that was absolutely thrilling for anyone other than me. No, you can't have that minute or so of your life back, and no, I have no intention of making it worth your while, either. Infact, I shall blather on a little more about my cotton candy fluff.

Said SV book was Mystery Date and for some reason I thought it came up earlier in the series. Which happens a lot for any series I re-read. Since the whole point of the book was to set up Olivia and Ken, I thought they had more than three or four books after that as a couple. But no, they don't. Weird girl finally gets the guy and what do they do? They kill her. Oh yes. Which I guess is better than if they'd substituted Enid in, but since Liv only made a cameo in SVU, they could get away with the timelines not matching exactly. Enid gets entire crazy storylines, so they couldn't very well give her a boyfriend and then off her and not get at least one person writing in and saying, "What. The. Hell?" And while re-reading MD made me cringe at some of the writing and slang, which I'd be willing to bet good money was already outdated when the book hit shelves, it's still one of the happier making books. So long as one ignores the general b-story. *twitch* Jocks versus burnouts indeed.

From one geekdom to another! Over the weekend I decided to buy an Obitsu body to see if I'd just grown used to seeing them everywhere or if I still wanted to gouge my eyes out with a pen if given a choice. I'm guessing, seeing as my eyes are still intact, that I've gone to the dark side, if only for a visit. In theory, I bought it for Evie, only when I was actually buying it, I kept waffling on the color. At the time of flipping a coin, it was down to two... Did I buy the one I suspected matched her best, orrr did I go with super pale cuz Isa needed a new body first, and if she didn't like it, one of about nine billion others would? I meant to go with the first, but ended up with the latter. Which is fine. The color difference doesn't make my eyes bleed for Evie, so she'll keep it until I buy her... her own body. Then the other pale girls can duke it out, and whomever wins must divide their original body up as I see fit. Or something. [If Isa wins, Tish gets a new arm]
And in a fit of stupidity, I then spent the next forever hacking away at that cursed plastic nub so we could try it on. Which sounds weird, but I'm not rewording that, kay? Accept that it's weird and move on. Move on!
Half a forever later, Evie was all boobified. Now she creaks like an old woman, but is surprisingly flirty for one I suspect so ebil. Which is extremely noticible when you put her next to another doll. In this instance, it was Fil. The two were doomed when they arrived, what with him looking ever so plastic and she was bitching about earrings the size of small children and good god, the bangs... Now he's still pretty plastic, but she's able to threaten or flirt. Naturally the camera's batteries died so you'll have to wait for photographic evidence. I imagine you'll survive. Somehow.

Odd but true: Dreams within dreams within dreams fork over the best sleep I've had in ages. It's very, very weird.