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Finally got to pull out the $10 I squirrelled away for the last Sailor Moon manga. I should check the new printings and see if they've bothered to correct the truly heinous spelling in the first editions. I'm gonna bet not.
Also bought the new Barbie Bazaar and found out that one of my heroes, Barb Rausch, died a few months back, which is truly sadimifying. She did fab glam-loopy paper dolls for various grrrl comics and magazines (imagine Dale Messick on an entire bag of candy corn and 10 cups of coffee), the kind of stuff that could make you go, "I want to do that! I'm not sure why, but I do!" Sadness.
No Potter movie yet. Sold out everywhere. But Hollywood sent out coupons for 99-cent rentals, so I made Mom watch The Emporer's New Groove. You never know if she's gonna like Disney (hell, you never know if I'm gonna like Disney), but her unholy love of the Roadrunner made this one pretty much a gimme.
Came back from the viddy store Saturday night: "Susan called from Disney World. She said they'd been to some wine and cheese tasting thing." (long pause) "I think she tasted all of them. She was happy." She called again last night, from the pool at the Coronado Springs resort (bitch!). Sharon got to do the Tower of Terror this time. The Adventurers Club continues to be fabulous. The wine thing turned out to be the Epcot food thing they hold every November, wherein one can drink around the world. She kindly bought me one of those pin trading starter kits (you get a lanyard and four pins), and spent the weekend ferreting around the World's pin books, finally gathering the courage to actually approach a lanyarded Cast Member for a trade (well done!). Lines were not a problem, what with the time of year, and America suddenly being a nation of non-flying pansies. Splash Mountain at dusk, oh yeah baby, I'm all over that...
Dreaded trip to Menard's with Mom finally happened yesterday. Expedition turned out okay, the inevitable crowd-induced sniping not surfacing until dinnertime.
Currently enjoying a completely unjustified everybody's-having-fun-but-me funk. Whine tasting, as it were. I think it was my first exposure to Jenny Calender on weekend Buffy that sent me over the edge. Even knowing her destiny as a Cartwright Bride, something about the poor woman makes me want to take out her teeth with a ball-peen hammer.
Le sigh.
Also bought the new Barbie Bazaar and found out that one of my heroes, Barb Rausch, died a few months back, which is truly sadimifying. She did fab glam-loopy paper dolls for various grrrl comics and magazines (imagine Dale Messick on an entire bag of candy corn and 10 cups of coffee), the kind of stuff that could make you go, "I want to do that! I'm not sure why, but I do!" Sadness.
No Potter movie yet. Sold out everywhere. But Hollywood sent out coupons for 99-cent rentals, so I made Mom watch The Emporer's New Groove. You never know if she's gonna like Disney (hell, you never know if I'm gonna like Disney), but her unholy love of the Roadrunner made this one pretty much a gimme.
Came back from the viddy store Saturday night: "Susan called from Disney World. She said they'd been to some wine and cheese tasting thing." (long pause) "I think she tasted all of them. She was happy." She called again last night, from the pool at the Coronado Springs resort (bitch!). Sharon got to do the Tower of Terror this time. The Adventurers Club continues to be fabulous. The wine thing turned out to be the Epcot food thing they hold every November, wherein one can drink around the world. She kindly bought me one of those pin trading starter kits (you get a lanyard and four pins), and spent the weekend ferreting around the World's pin books, finally gathering the courage to actually approach a lanyarded Cast Member for a trade (well done!). Lines were not a problem, what with the time of year, and America suddenly being a nation of non-flying pansies. Splash Mountain at dusk, oh yeah baby, I'm all over that...
Dreaded trip to Menard's with Mom finally happened yesterday. Expedition turned out okay, the inevitable crowd-induced sniping not surfacing until dinnertime.
Currently enjoying a completely unjustified everybody's-having-fun-but-me funk. Whine tasting, as it were. I think it was my first exposure to Jenny Calender on weekend Buffy that sent me over the edge. Even knowing her destiny as a Cartwright Bride, something about the poor woman makes me want to take out her teeth with a ball-peen hammer.
Le sigh.