do you hear that ominous music?

[ontology]

i. Well, drat. Xanga is eating my entries. So I am posting here instead. Said entries mostly consisted of 'AGH THERE ARE ADOLESCENT BOYS INVADING THE PEACE AND SANCTITY OF MY HOME'. Which is to say that my brother is having a birthday party. Mostly they have been quiet, because they were watching a James Bond film (not, unfortunately, the one with JOHN CLEESE IN IT AHAHAHAHA) and are now watching Astro Boy cartoons, but they have had a good deal of sugar and I am just waiting for the storm to break.

The cake is quite good, though. (And I've got batter and icing smeared all down my cape. Oh, dear.)

And the pizza, which is Dad's doing, and he made me a bit with sesame seed crust, which is really very marvellous.

ii. You know what someone ought to make? TONKS BARBIES. I mean, come on, there are Lord of the Rings dolls. I want a Tonks one. With hair that changes colour when you put it in hot water. And lots of outfits to play with. (And lady_moriel tells me that there are Tenth Doctor action figures. !!!!! Yes, one of those, too, please. He can sit on my bookshelf next to Gollum.)

iii. There are some ramblings up on Ink & Chocolate concerning Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Paradise Lost, and Dubliners. And my musical coming of age.

iv. Edited to record this gem of a conversation:
Mum: Well, guys have issues we don't understand.
I: Yes, but we've got more issues--pregnancy, periods, mood-swings--
Brother's friend: EEW, PERIODS.
Brother: What's so bad about punctuation marks?
Mum & I: [nearly choke to death]

Comments

[safebox.livejournal.com]

Ah, but surely Tonks barbies are what most of us had at some point? You know, the one you attacked with scissors and gave punk hair and coloured in with a felt tip? Changing colour in water would be awesome, though. I'm working up to a Doctor action figure, I think - got a mini TARDIS and K-9 and a Dalek he can fight.

Hahahahaha at iv.

[faeriemaiden.livejournal.com]

My first Barbie has almost no hair. This isn't really my fault--it all came out with years of brushing!--but my mother is undeterred and refers to her as Cancer-Patient Barbie anyway. There's another one who got nail polish on her face somehow, and I tried to shave it off with Dad's razor because we hadn't got any remover stuff. Yeah, that turned out really well. We call her Panther Attack! Barbie. I think I have a disturbed family. :D

My yearning for Doctor Who action figures is beginning to know no bounds. Maybe I could even sit him on my Black Death plushie! Awww.