Christian Bale flips his shit.

Someone remixed Christian Bale's shit-flipping on the director of photography for Terminator 4, and I've been listening to it a bit over the past few days. The remix brings out the repetitive, whiny, self-important nature of his bloviation and substitutes for an inner monolog when something annoys me.

Did you almost fall on the ice this morning? Play this.

Did you not get the job you wanted? Play this.

Did the post office temporarily misplace your $280.00 doll from Australia? Play this.

Do you have to review a self-insertion wank-off in 350 words or less? Play this.

I found Dom!

corsetkitten linked me to an Ebay auction where the seller is selling the original Dom and Caveat dolls. I got rid of them during my Denial of Dolls phase. I wonder how they ended up in the UK. I hope to win the auction and get that little bastard back here for good.

Remind me never to get rid of dolls so cavalierly again!

Susie 2.0...now with misdirected eyes!

I finally got my Tanned Roxydoll Lucy after she took an unexpected detour, temporarily lost in the post office. I stuck her eyes in her head [the worst part of BJD ownership for me] and replaced all her stringing with pipe cleaners. Then I rustled up an outfit for her. That's a Barbie short-sleeved shirt and a pair of Barbie jeans over 8" tights. Her shoes are Rement rubber boots from a Storage Beauty set.

Lucy is such a delicately sculpted doll, very light and highly jointed. I love the little open mouth and the combination of chubby cheeks and pointy chin.

Ergh...now that I see the photos, I recognize that her eyes are wonky. I'll deal with that later. I may just give up and push her left eye in toward her nose and say she's blind in that eye. I HATE adjusting eyes. ( Read more... )

EDIT: I gave up and ended up making her blind in that eye. She also has different pants. Much better.  ( Read more... )