Go right on ahead and hate me
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: Bitchy rants

This is an anti-review. There is a movie that is getting a lot of promo play right now that I do not want to watch. I will be very selective of how I describe it, because I don't want to see a banner ad for it either. Basically I want to avoid this movie entirely if at all possible - seeing the commercials is enough. This move is about a particular disaster - that should tell you enough.

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Tasty
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Various webshit

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"So, you're a cannibal."

Blown away on the Runway
Mood:  surprised
Topic: Brain candy

Tonight's Project Runway has completely stunned me. It's all turned around now, I just don't know where to begin.

We'll start off on a nice note - loved Kayne (and Robert)'s dress, I knew it would win before the model even walked it down the runway. The color choice was great, the line was gorgeous, and their teamwork was fantastic. Too bad we didn't actually get to see it on Miss USA - I hope they let us see it at the beginning of next week's ep.

Okay, that's out of the way - now for the craziness. Spoilers ahead if you were uncool enough to miss it...

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While we're on the subject of Cthulhu
Mood:  silly
Topic: Various webshit

Tacky
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: Brain candy

I'm sure you really wanted to hear about yet Another Gay Movie on this blog. It's exactly as bad as you think. I seriously doubt that it'll play anywhere around here, so I'll have to wait for it to come out on DVD

Get it...? Come out? Okay, I know - too easy. 

Ow my brane!
Mood:  spacey
Topic: Head games

Once again I've gone and let a big project get out of control and try to slip away into procrastination land. I've had this idea in my head to rearrange the psi powers in Trinity so that they make sense, instead of the demented mess that they put in that book to fit the necessities of their metaplot. It became an official project when it got picked as the game that the guys who I game with on Rondaks want me to run next.

No, I am not going to let that stupid contrary urge in my brain get in the way of this - I am going to finish this. Unfortunately it's just plain huge - so huge in fact that I have a great big piece of butcher paper taped up in the doorway to my left with little scraps of paper taped to it and thread joining those scraps up as I try to map the new power scheme out. It looks like string art that your kid brother with the crash helmet made. But I didn't make it to be pretty, I made it so I could keep track of the insanity that is this project.

It's going to be good, btw. Fantastic, even. I call it Strange Æons because I thought that Æon was a far cooler name than Trinity, and because I have to sneak a Cthulhu reference in whenever I get the chance. I promise I'll be good and keep the tentacleness to a minimum. Really, honest Injun. I'll even resist the urge to say 'non-Euclidean' or 'foetid' or even 'sanity blasting.' I can wring my hands and cackle all I want, because the players won't be able to see me do it.

And you know I'll be doing plenty of that. 

 

I should feel cheated
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Angel - but I'm not watching it, honest
Topic: Head games

I finally gave in and ordered the new World of Darkness rulebook. I already have the new Mage book, and it's actually pretty good. I wouldn't exactly call it better than the previous incarnation, but it is much clearer and the backstory/metaplot is zippy. So now I guess I'll have to go ahead and get the new Vampire and Werewolf books to go along with it. And then I can buy up every other damn splat they throw out. I'm a junkie dammit!

This isn't the end of it either. There's a new version of Shadowrun out there. And I don't mean an update of the rules that clarifies a few minor issues - they didn't need one because I have that already. No, they up and made big rules changes that were readily obvious by a scan of the character sheet. Oy! I don't know if I'll be buying that one though.

I have a sick feeling that I will not be using any of these books. Sadness...

[Additional note, completely unrelated: I have also given in about the formatting thing and I'm letting the autoformat do this for me. Now I should feel both cheated and lazy. Oh wait, lazy was a given.]

Hostility
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: The usual [as] thing
Topic: It's all about me
I've been having that stupid argument thing in my head lately. It's not Eris this time, so I know it's just my brain in a bad mood. I've been having argumentative dreams too - dragging up small bits of bullshit and screaming at random people because of it. It's annoying, and this time I can't blame it on the infomercials.

It would be nice if this crap would relate to something useful, or if there was some sort of resolution coming from it, but so far all I'm getting is irritable. I don't want to play this game anymore. Figures that the dreams that do bother to be remembered are the ones that give me grief.

Catty cutting remarks
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: Brain candy
Yep, it's Project Runway time again, and I am ready to start dishing. I was going to do a big deal on the various designers, putting my complimentary or catty commentary beside each picture, but I realized that would be a pain in the ass and so not worth it. Just go here if you want to see what they look like and I'll condense things.

First off, I already know that Malan will be in the final 3. Why? Because I hate him - he is a cunty little bitch and I want to stab him in the eye. I hate him so much that I know Bravo will try as hard as they can to keep him on the show. Expect me to bitch about him and to call for his head to be lopped off fairly regularly.

Also, the poor Vincent guy is doomed like Frodo's finger. He's already told about how he had a breakdown because he couldn't handle the fashion industry. Hello! This is the fashion meatgrinder honey, and I think you'll be lucky to get out with your limbs still on. Doomed.

Here's the big thing though: I am so fucking tired of the the whining pricks that complain about the parameters of the challenges they get. Same thing happened in Top Chef - I don't like having a time limit! I don't like working with these materials! Why do they make us do these things?! Because it's a game show you little bitch - if you didn't want to have to deal with unusual circumstances you should have stayed home. I want to see every designer that whined about having to use the room's materials for their 1st project either wake the fuck up for fail asap - this is about challenges, not about how good you think you are.

Addendum to the 'Holy Crap' below
Mood:  down
Topic: Bitchy rants

Look, I'm sorry that the majority of the internetting populace seems to be HTML illiterate, but do you really have to retard up the whole blog posting process for everyone? Hey, Tripod - I've been doing my own formatting from the get go, you think maybe I prefer doing it my way and not yours?

See, here's the thing - there used to be a checkbox down there (where you can't see, I know) that said 'Post in HTML' and that gave me the option of not having to deal with the stupid autoformat nonsense that I really hate. Hate it, people, hate it. Only now that checkbox is gone, and now I have to open yet another window to 'edit' the HTML. If I don't (like I'm not now) it goes thru the stupid autoformat nonsense that junks everything up and that is fucking annoying. It took me several tries to get this damn thing to recognize that link in the previous post, not because I don't know how but because it kept pretending that the code I put in was actual text that I wanted you to read. Even now, as I habitually but in the tag for a new paragraph at the end of each one, it actually thinks I want you to see that mark. I had to go back and edit them out

Yes, the little extra bells and whistles are zippy. Here, have some applause. If you people add more annoying shit to my blog process I may be forced to move this thing to MySpace - and I really, really don't want to. And no, there is no readily obvious way for me to complain about this.

We fear change.