Multiple crazy dreams. Among them:

* cracking a computer AI's code that allowed it to send two separate components it developed back into two timelines, to reconverge such that it would lead to its own development
* trying to meet Julian Barrett from the Mighty Boosh on campus
* another one I'm kicking myself for forgetting, since I knew I should note it down
* finding Animated Bumblebee, some Japanese rarities, and a bunch of comics I wanted - and then having them magically disappear as I go to pay for them. FUCK I hate those dreams.

ugh, spent literally my entire work day in meetings; I only just made my train home, after I bailed on the last one. Each one would run overtime and just eat into the next one.

Plus side, apparently our phonebank is dead in the water, meaning I don't have any calls to return! Hahahahahaha.

In other news, the other week I found Big Daddy (HUZZAH!), along with KOs of Dreadwind and Darkwing, which technically would be able to combine. Only, the pins are badly moulded. I'm tempted to disassemble them, file them down where needed, get new stickers, and repaint them as Shattered editions. Torn between doing them using the colours of Star Saber/Victory Leo, or God Atlas and Sonic Bomber.

also, I have helped the lovely angstycat pick out her new house, and look forward to helping her move in and make it into a home. :)

Seal fucks penguin. Personally, I blame the furries!

oh gods

childhood is over

I just tried to eat some Wizz Fizz*, and I can't. I find it revulsive.





*a mixture of sherbet and icing sugar

not the best, but I have to use GiMP now Photoshop has spazzed out

Was just totally reminded of an AWESOME dream I had last night.

So, I had the Transformers: Animated Megatron roleplay gun toy.

But, you say, THAT AM NO EXIST!

It did last night, and it was SWEET.

It was pretty much a black laser pistol/rifle, akin to those used by Stormtroopers. But clipped onto the side of it was a large white/translucent add-on pack. Curved and sleek - think a bit like the robots in I, Robot.

Which separated away, and functioned as a separate gun.

Which had internal LEDs, so you could make it light up.

ONLY you could also hold down the trigger, and get this huge powering up sound effect.

AND THEN IT FIRED A REAL LASER POINTER BEAM OUT, like, continually, in addition to bright flashes of the LEDs in the "muzzle", which lit the whole gun up. So, the laser beam is streaming out, as a targetter.

And then you plug the smaller black rifle into this clearer/white piece on the front, creating a huge combat rifle, with two handgrips, and a targetting beam on the top.

It was VERY AWESOME.

So, I bought this kids' magazine (well, three copies*) because Jhi told me they had KOs of the Japanese dinocassettes.

Only, I guess those were older ones. I now have KOs of Razorclaw, Squawktalk, and Ramhorn. (In theory, Beastbox is out there somewhere).

ONLY RAMHORN IS NOW A HIPPO WITH LONG EYELASHES AND A COQUETTISH SMILE.

So now he needs a name.

Edit: I just thought up "Hexaprototron", after an extinct genus of hippo.

The hunt is on.

Target is carrying the exclusive wave of TFs that has..

DUNDUNDUNNNNNNN

BIG DADDY.

My eyes are now on the prize.

So where are everyone's BotCon photos? I've barely seen any at all..

Literally just got in from seeing Iron Man. Nothing like opening night with a theatre full of geeks, applauding and cheering.

( SPOILERS )

A great comic film through and through. 8 out of 10.

I just had dental work done, and now I look like Harvey Dent. AFTER the accident.

I really want a copy of the tune "March of the Swivelheads" to dance around stupidly to.

(It's the music from the "chase" at the end of Ferris Bueller's Day Off)

Yet Another BotCon Dream.

I chuckled for ages.

Damnit. Photoshop just died in the ass. Some sort of "unrecoverable error". Looks like I'll have to reinstall :/ Right when I promised angstycat I'd scan some photos for her..

Edit: bugger. Not even a reinstall fixed things. No idea what the actual source of the conflict is either. I guess it's time to bring out the GiMP.

oh, also,a few words for those people unfortunate to be living in places where "Expelled" is screening:

Don't. You'll be handing over your money to hear a bunch of lies, in the hope the audience is dumb enough not to be able to think for themselves.

This message is brought to you by the secret, global conspiracy of atheistic scientists who want to eat babies.

there is something truly wrong in a universe where I feel like I might as well go to bed at 9pm on a Sunday, because I have nothing better to do.

This day has been made of crap and fail.

I'm too frustrated to even try to explain it all.