phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Lilo & Scrump by peaces_icons)
Tommy got all the mail yesterday.

Her new spinelvis arrived. I spent some of the evening disassembling her. Not terribly difficult -- certainly easier than, say, a Gundam model. Alas, she's got the two-part body instead of the three-part, which meant that my needlenose pliers were too short to get a good grip on the spinal half still stuck in...um...I'm sure it's got a name. Somewhere. In Japanese. Let's just say that the flayrod is out askew on't treadle.

Fortunately there's an honest-to-God hardware store downtown, a block or so from the railroad tracks, so I went in for a set of longer flayrod tongs. Er, pliers. Along with a hair dryer to loosen up the plastic, that should be enough to put her back together.

She also received a new set of screwhole plugs, which are apparently meant for the older model dolls and didn't fit particularly well. Fortunately they are soft vinyl, and I am handy with an X-Acto knife, so a little carving got most of the holes filled.

Last was a lime-green wig in a Xena 'do (without the braids). It's surprisingly fetching. And, as [livejournal.com profile] crantz pointed out, she can now cosplay as Fire or Polaris. Well, Fire, anyway, since she wanders around naked and on fire as often as not. I think there are some matches in the kitchen.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (frankblack)
Woke up this morning to laundry room floor with a quarter-inch or so more water on it than I generally prefer. Cleared space. Re-sorted laundry. Hoping to find a cause at some point. Also hope rain will stop so I can take soaking braided rug outside to dry, or at least decompose in the outdoors.

Car has thrown shoe. More precisely, thrown an axle boot. I have no idea what that is, but it is being fixed, along with the dead headlamp. I only took it in for an oil change. God thinks he's funny.

Watched most of Millennium Season 2 over the weekend. That, my friends, is some damn good TV. You get Charles Nelson Reilly as José Chung vs. a cult that's nothing like Scientology, Darren McGavin as Frank Black's dad, Mary Magdalene in junior high, assorted demons and devils, an angel or two, flesh-eating bacteria, the earwormiest pop music accompanying wonderful torture and murders, and a really crappy painting by Hitler. Best Buy's got it for $19.99 right now, and it's well worth having. (The only disappointment is the godawful extras and commentaries. A Morgan and Wong show, but no Morgans or Wong at the party, not that one can blame them.)

Made Tommy a strange hat, and finished her Comet the Wonder Horse sweater. Alas, last week I heard the dreaded Obitsu Snap!, and had to send off for a new part to fix her. She keeps giving me the whole "Oh God...I can't feel my legs..." thing, then acts all pissy when I point out her lack of a nervous system. Disassembling her and doing a spinal transplant should be fun. For me at least.

Oy headdesk

Aug. 9th, 2006 08:31 am
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Nothing has changed by logicandchaos)
Hello. Stuff happens, but not so good with make typey typey. Is brain wear.

Got a digital camera last night. So far I have learned how to put in the batteries, insert the memory card (Wow! It's like paying $30 for a postage stamp!), and turn it on and off. Oh, and sort of take pictures, albeit orange ones, but they disappear when the camera turns off. So that's the next thing to work on. It has a swell close-up macro thing, so I can photograph tiny toys. And apparently, video. Also it was on sale.

The last one I used was much easier, because I took a picture, gave the camera back to Sharon, and she did everything else.

Sewing stuff for the goddamn doll. Nothing much to show yet -- stuff's finished, but we're kind of low on coordinates. I'm very pissed, because she can get better sneakers than I can, for much less money. The black faux-Converse knee-high boots are fantastic. Yesterday I sent off for a pair of brown and gold brocade hi-tops. For her. Little bitch.

On the other hand, her pre-made clothing costs a good deal more than mine, whereas a half-yard of silk on the remnant table can be had for a buck, so...sewing.

Brisco County, Jr. remains the awesomest thing that ever awed. Bowler's assertion in the last episode that they'll be back after a brief hiatus still hurts, dammit. I still remember a phone conversation with Charlene:

"I didn't get to see it. I think we taped it."
"I hope you did. It had Pirates. And quicksand. And a whipping."
"Quicksand? Oh, my God!"
"Quicksand! Swear to God. When's the last time you saw a show with quicksand?"
"Pirates? Really? Pirates?"
"Pirates! It was like every show from when we were little squoze down into an hour."
"Quicksand..."
"Yeah. Really, all it needed was a tarantula going up somebody's arm."
And then, I swear, I can hear the expression on her face get that little devious grin thing it used to get. "And a gorilla," she said.
"Oh God, yes!"

If Lost had been made in 1969, there would be so...much...quicksand. The Black Rock would be full of pirates. And the polar bear would fight a gorilla. In quicksand.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Power Girl ponders)
Tommy's second head arrived, along with the fantastic hazel eyes that [livejournal.com profile] crantz picked out. If I may, SQUEE!
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Default)
Tommy has hair.

Now I have to figure out how to keep it from sliding around even though it's really amusing.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Default)
The temperature should hit 104 today. We comfort ourselves by telling each other, "In six months, we'll be saying, 'Gosh, I hope it gets up to 0 today!' Har har." Kill me.

The BJD Orbyrarium, the book on ball-jointed dolls from Haute Doll, arrived yesterday. Really pretty, full of swell toy porn, and in English. Of course, since it's from Haute Doll, you're guaranteed at least one brain-bending bit of sentence construction on every page, and the organization is random, but I suppose that's just part of their charm. Aimee off denofangels.com did a fantastic wraparound cover illustration. Bonus points for giving it one of those crimp-edged vinyl jackets, so it'll keep that lovely new book smell for quite a while, and possibly give me cancer. *whiff*
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Lilo & Scrump by peaces_icons)
Yesterday, Tommy received a pair of baby-blue Converse* hi-tops from a nice** lady*** in Hong Kong. Though their rubber soles**** negate the power of her magnetic feet, she seems pleased. Fortunately, being made of plastic, she cannot wander around the house singing the theme tune from The Sopranos.

Not when I'm there, anyway.



*The logo says something like "Cvnrose," possibly brought to you by the same people who make Rollexx***** watches.

**One assumes.

***Apparently.

****Beep-beep yeah.

*****I once know someone who bought a Rollexx watch on the streets of New York******. At the time I made a remark that he was too stupid to live. This, sadly, turned out to be true.

******Sorry. I got in the footnote zone for a minute there.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Clancy the Great)
Tommy spent the weekend lounging around the house in boxer shorts, shooting video. It's kind of like having [livejournal.com profile] cybertardis for a visit.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Clancy the Great)
I wanted to call new doll Tommy, but she gave me all kinds of shit until I suggested Gilda. This will be a relationship based on the butting of heads. Fortunately, mine is bigger and all full of wet, heavy meat, in a crunchy shell. I have punished her by putting her in my Lain doll's bear pajamas for the day.

I'm testing out various doll and bear clothing from the stash to see what fits her. Found a nifty punkish skirt in there that is too small, but can be made into one of those doofy-ass half-kilts the Japanese BJD outfit designers seem to think are a good idea. All very punk and hardcore, I'm sure. A vintage homemade doll outfit, one that probably made its original model feel very foolish indeed, becomes a sassy resort ensemble with bare midriff (ignore the ancient Tang stain). She's also got a chemise and bloomers (from the antiques mall, though almost certainly not antique, since they're machine stitched and cost two dollars), and a tank and boxers. If I could find her a properly-sized can of beer and The F.B.I. on DVD, it'd be just like having Dad around.

Found some nifty thin socks in my monkey bag, so I can make her legwear with proper ribbing.

Sent away for a couple of test wigs. Apparently I'm a bigger fan of Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby than I'd ever have thought.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (This is why we can't have nice things by)
Yeah, yeah, I know. No pictures, alas, until I get a digicam.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Gypsy by logicandchaos)
One of the flayrods was out askew on the treadle of the air conditioner. It works now. Yay 'n shit.

Came home around 3:00 to meet nice AC man, found GINORMOUS BOX WITH DOLL on the front porch. Painted her face, played with clothes 'n shit 'til midnight. So very, very tired.

Default head is a blank-eyed anime-style affair. Big painted eyes kind of wig me out, unless they're done with insane mad skill, so she's got a nearly-closed eye job.

First hour of painting came out hard and Bild Lili-ish. Not bad in and of itself, but not quite what I wanted. I left her alone until Lost came on, then went back into the fray and softened her up. Much better.

Have decided I like the Gretel head, but Junkyspot only has it in white at the moment. Patience, my pet.

No wig yet, so she's just come back from surgery, Scrump-style. Fortunately, she has a couple of fetching hats.

Must find name.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Carol Danvers by joe_the_king)
She's on the way she's on the way she's on the way she's on the way O squee.
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (This is why we can't have nice things by)
New Obitsu BJD fleshtone it is, then.

*quiver*
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Spidergirl)
[Poll #761535]
phosfate: Ouroboros painting closeup (Rock and Roll Martian by iconzicons)
Been watching Angelic Layer. Much hilarity, since it starts out as a sell-you-stuff anime (like Yu-Gi-Oh! or Pokemon), but since it's entirely fictional, you can't buy any of it.

Angelic Layer a fighting game, played by elaborate, customizable (and, one assumes, hideously expensive) cybernetic dolls. Sort of like Asian BJD fandom, but with (more) hitting. One imagines that there are Angelic Layer early adopters who spend a lot of time on the Internet bitching about how it isn't as cool as it was, since all these damn n00bs have shown up. And arguments over unsanctioned parts -- one character outfits her doll with illegal electrified whips, and picks on newbies who don't know enough to call her on it in order to rack up wins. Surely there must be AL porn sites and naughty doujinshi as well.

My point being, I want a customized robot doll that hits stuff.

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