at my signal, unleash pinching
Aug. 30th, 2006 09:23 amThe big-ass needlenose pliers got the job done, and Tommy's spinal transplant was successfully completed. Thanks, Baker Hardware!
Well, except for the bit where I got her reassembled and found several O-rings left over. I think they went in her legs. Well, there was room for them in her legs, so that's where they went.
Well, except for the bit where I got her reassembled and found several O-rings left over. I think they went in her legs. Well, there was room for them in her legs, so that's where they went.
i bent my wookiee
Aug. 29th, 2006 04:20 pmTommy 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
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.
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
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this is spinal snap!
Aug. 28th, 2006 12:33 pmWoke 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.
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.