phosfate

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 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.

"Oh neat, he's got a little coiled thingy oh that so didn't come out right."
"No. No, it didn't."
"I should probably just, ah..."
"Leave gracefully."
"Yeah. Bye."
"Bye."

--Ann buys the new Plastic Man action figure from John the Comic Store Guy.