|I want this one, pls <3|
Monday, 14 March 2011
Really, really, really, really, really want a fag but have chosen to colour in the Master Chief with some nail polish then make a pointless post about it instead.
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Despite becoming skilled and fit simply by lying on his lazy back on a futuristic memory bed, he is perfectly capable of climbing up the insides of mysterious warehouses, and (by means of ancestoral memory) scaling ancient lighthouses, basilica, fortresses and all kinds rickety old structures that he really shouldn't be climbing. He does this all with the greatest of grace and ease.
Yet he can't be arsed to clamber over this little wall in the Sanctuary and it is really annoying me, so much that I'm wasting a post about it.
Just noticed that he's got quite a flat bottom as well.
Thursday, 10 March 2011
I've so far left Rome, carried some flowers for a woman wearing a very unflattering frock, recovered a horse for an old man who can't handle the horses no more, and fired a cannon. Naturally, this is just the build-up to the wandering around beautiful Renaissance Italy (with the exception of that marshy place), leaping about on rooftops and stabbing guards in the face, but I can't be arsed with it.
Actually quite worried as I had the choice of playing Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood or cleaning the kitchen. I paused the game and cleaned the kitchen and now I'm cooking beef in Newky Brown in a slow cooker. Then I'm doing a suet crust and we are having a pie.
WTF is happening to me? Have I become possessed by the rabid spirit of some 50s housewife? Really don't like this shit, need to get back to work, and soon :(
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
I have a group of damaged garden gnomes queuing up outside my Megaton Loveshack; there are 16 of the little buggers waiting there. I gave them a football to keep them occupied but they're not interested, they just stand there, like they think I run some sort of Fight Club or something. They ain't coming in though, they're far too tatty. This is a respectable establishment -- no damaged garden gnomes, no trainers, got it?
I did arrange the gnomes neatly on the stairs (which took bloody ages and ages and ages) but Wadsworth kept knocking them over, despite me telling him to keep the fuck off the stairs. Useless robotic butler, he is always knocking things over but never bothers to pick them up. WTF is that all about? Really, what does he do apart from occasionally provide some clean water and a nice cut and blow-dry? I've actually followed him around the house and he does absolutely fuck all. Useless. It's a good job he's unpaid otherwise he'd be sold for scrap.
BTW, this Fallout 3 blog is rather groovy.
Monday, 7 March 2011
Yes, yes it is,
The plugs started life as these very boring blue colorfronts. They weren't as blue IRL, more of a nice pastelly baby blue, which just ain't my thang, dawg. I put some Orly Lunar Eclipse nail polish on the back of them to darken the blue and to get some nice purple duochrome going, then I chucked a couple of coats of Nfu.Oh 52 nail varnish on the fronts for some blue and green flakie goodness. Lashings of top coat went on top and they were left to dry for a few days.
Not sure why the top one has gone wrinkly, think it's a smudge or something but I had such a bastard of a time getting a half-decent photo of these that I've left it.
Sunday, 6 March 2011
This is not a good way to acquire presents so we'll probably end up doing it properly. Hopefully, my husband won't impregnate me before copping off with the nanny IN FRONT OF ME, followed by fucking off back to his own world, like he did in Fable 3. Then I won't have to set fire to him.