I found a crunkcore cover of I Kissed A Girl.
If the song could be worse... I may have found out how.

Lolwhat, why would you ban a book.

One of my lovely internet friends made a doll! I got her in the mail and she looks killer-awesome.



The weird thing is, I met Batchix/K-chan on Oekaki and she was one of the people who had a style closer to mine, so it's very weird to see a bjd that looks like her art style and looks molike how I personally draw than pretty mych any BJD I'd ever see. I wanted the doll not just to support a friend's art but because the hip to bust ratio was perfect, and since she could be cast in any color I could make a character of mine I could never make otherwise. I was planning on making the character using a bobobie.

The thing is that the nansook has totally weird body proportions that I would make myself. Small ribcage and bust, wide hips, big feet and hands. Nansook, as you can see, has a totally different body. It doesn't look too uncommon in that lineup but if you look carefully, you can see all of the things I describe, the things that make the sculpt unusual. The character of mine is meant to be a short  teenager who is dainty but not a child. This is actually really, really hard to find in any scale, but especially a 1/6th. Plus she cast it in the exact, specific color I wanted. I commissioned some sheepskin dyed in her exact hair color and it isn't half as perfect.

I'll take pictures of her after I paint her and make her look like my character, who you can see a little pixel version of as my LJ icon. She started out as an RPGmaker edit of STOLEN ARTWORK LULS I AM SO AMERICAN but then I kept redrawing her until she was more original and she has her own whole look that is distinctly me. That's why the weird colors I'm so particular about (She's ended up weirder than that icon, she's not just gray) and it'll be a lot of fun to make her look as true-to-greene. I hope I can find a doll to look like her older sister.

She sent a second head that I paid extra for and I winced as I filed every single feature down and covered it with apoxie sculpt so i could make a near-featureless moe head. it took to the sculpt almost too well, and I'm having a hell of a time refining it to have a nose. I might have actually destroyed the thing, but since I see just how the neck joint is and the strength of the apoxie, I may be able to make my own. What a shame! Well, I'm babbling long enough. Point is, I'm having a lot of fun and learning a lot about modifying heads.

This saddens me greatly. Even though it seems to be fairly minor, maybe a cold, maybe a pathetic flu, I am overly sympathetic to manflu. Mostly because, unlike the stereotypes, I am a weak woman and also get manflu and therefore fully expect people to pat my head and say poor little bunny. But the advantage is that even if Phillip doesn't act pathetic I treat him as though he broke all of his limbs, do all of the chores I can physically muster, clean up after him, cook whatever and whenever he likes, and flood him with welcome and unwelcome folk remedies, as well as every other typical medicinal remedy I know of. I'll go and buy him liquid Nyquil, Tylenol of all shapes and sizes, alkaseltzer, cold-ease, and follow him around with tissues, eyes wide. I'll scold him if he tries to do anything strenuous, help me with anything, and demand he do things relaxing that he enjoys.

You may think, "What a great girlfriend!" (for a moment, until you remember what I'm like) but you must remember that I will be whining and complaining when I'm sick. The dopey "check my forehead!" when the answer is obviously "uhh... it's actually a little cold. It couldn't be more normal" and refusing to clean anything that I drop. As Phillip has a limited amount of things he can cook, if I am terribly sick, he will be forced to go out and buy me my favorite foods, gifting me with the 3 pack of lobster rolls from Stop n Shop. And what will he do? He'll do it all, eyes wide, asking if he can do anything else with sincerity in his voice.

I am so badass, I have unconditional love from two people. (I consider my parents to be conditional)

So after being left alone and then a guest, and then the heat and fleas and maybe being allergic to something, MY CAT GOT DEPRESSION.

Well, more accurately, he got anxiety. Little kitty panic attacks. We were told that what he needed was affection and for things to be familiar, so we layed in bed all day and played videogames. Somehow this has healed the cat, along with some other things that are all strange.

There is this thing that is like an air freshener that only cats can smell. It is called Feliway. In case you can't be bothered, here is what the site says:

By mimicking the cat’s natural facial pheromones, Feliway^® creates a state of familiarity and security in the cat's local environment.

As a result, Feliway^® can be used to help comfort and reassure cats while they cope with a challenging situation and help prevent or reduce the stress caused by a change in their environment.

Basically, it smells like a happy cat rubbing its face on you, which is totally awesome to a cat. Koji is a sweet baby with us anyway, but now he's not just back to normal, he's more affectionate, as if it were possible.

The other strange thing absolutely cannot be proven and just happened to occur at the exact time as both of these things. Well, not exactly. It's mortifying, but I may as well share it for laughs. Now some people know, I am a witch, which I don't talk about because it is embarassing and dorky. Since it seems to work I figure it doesn't hurt to do it, but I'm sure it has to be psychological somehow or it's coincedental.

So I was feeling bad, so I uh, used magic to drain the negativity from me shut up. I cast most of the spell with my left hand and in the process burned it and I felt a dark presence emimating from it shut up. So in a half trance, I walk by Koji and thoughtlessly rub my hand over his back. He starts almost immedietly going into almost convulsions and shortly after we notice a large, long scab over his back where I touched. There was nothing on my hand, nothing at all.

But of course, it could be that it was odd smells and it was the last straw in all of the different things that happened.

So then after a while I light a white candle, put out a whisker, a clover, and I ring bells over him and uh pour white energy into him  he instantly starts acting sweet and happy again, like nothing was wrong at all. Of course, this is after we did all sorts of things to make him feel better, and one incense I used was a smell he knew well and was comfortable with.

STILL. It's sort of funny.

No matter what happened, I'm happy Koji is feeling better.

TOTALLY UNRELATED and so I don't end on magical energies, I borrowed a tea Nadia got at Teavana, which is as heavenly a place as it sounds. A totally insane man who called himself Golden Monkey and was being promoted to manager oscillated between seeming like a deranged hippy to being this insane tea otaku who could rattle off details I can't think of anyone who could just go into so smooth and know so well offhand, not even Amy. He was king of all tea nerds.

So this is a green tea I borrowed and I've learned more than ever the difference between a good tea and a bagged tea. A bagged green tea takes almost exactly the same however long you brew it, just that if it's steeped longer it's stronger, less it's weaker. Some will taste a bit more bitter, but really they taste bitter in the first place. This green tea, it's mental, it's a totally different tea if you brew it for a minute, UNDRINKABLE if you brew for longer than that, and ideal if brewed for no longer than 45 seconds. If brewed for the proper time, the tea is a pale but true green, and it actually tastes sweet, not at all bitter. There's a delicious macha taste, too, that I can't describe really and you know the flavor if you've had a good macha. It's a flavor only a truly green green tea has. Brewed too long, it tastes worse than any twinings green you have ever had. I rarely dump a cup of tea, but when I forgot about it and let it sit for 10 minutes, I poured that shit out, brewed a proper cuppa.

Worth it. This tea is soooo gooood.

Moira did a meme and so will I. I don't like doing memes but I will anyway, feel free to do it.

( I'm so sorry. )

Phillip is playing RAW DANGER. The danger is SO RAW. I am like shitting my pants. He is wearing a silk top hat and a jogging suit and dies from wading in waist deep water. RAW AS HELL M I RITE.

( SO RAW! )

A late salmon dinner is always better when the salmon is SUPER PUMPED about being eaten. Here I used completely insane japanese cooking items given to me from Nadia, including a vegetable cutter to make Japanese emoticon faces (it even comes with parentheses) and a punch, like the kind you use to punch shapes in paper, made specifically to be used with nori, the seaweed often used to wrap sushi. Even the fish its self had a mold, to make the salmon a more aesthetic fish-shape. Made of metal, it tells you on the package (in japanese) that if you are careful you could even cook a hamburger in the mold, making a very confusing fish-shaped... hamburger?

Here's a top view. The gloss on the red pepper makes the fish seem less psyched about being food. OR POSSIBLY MORE PSYCHED??

Star Trek post. It's not long.

( Under a cut in case it's a spoiler. )

Also you needn't ask how I liked it, I was so happy I cried. I'm going to see it again and will need it on DVD.

I don't know why, but I'm always so shocked when I get my period. I keep forgetting that it happens, like, to any human being, as in the possibility is the furthest thing from my mind. ( ...I just lost the game. Breathing manually. ) And then I have this day where I feel really sick and I keep crying and I think, "wow I must be having trouble with my medication" and then there's burgundy on my toilet paper.