The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Note to self: Avoid London for a while. Especially since I always seem to get profiled as a terrorist. I can't help my Basque ancestry!

1/6 scale Gundam SEED Lacus Clyne cold cast
MSRP13000yen,
release date hasn't been announced yet.

Price for your Victorian Frock Coat in the fabric you requested with no trim is $85. ^_^

Let me know if you want it, and I'll give you her email address to work out details.

So, weekend!

Thomas and Stacey showed up at my house on Friday afternoon bearing burritos - Ryan eventually showed up as well. We goofed off for most of the afternoon, finally got hungry, and headed into town for dinner. After we returned to my house we discovered that the mail had arrived, bringing with it a disc that I thought I had taken out of my rental queue - Burst Angel 2. Since they couldn't figure out what they wanted to watch, we put that in. Ouch. There were comments like "thank god you talked me out of buying this" from Ryan and "it buuuuurns..." from Stacey. Then, our brains melted, which resulted in the funniest comment of the evening.

We somehow got on the topic of scratched discs, so Stacey was talking about the joys of chemical fumes and spending three hours resurfacing discs. Ryan, out of nowhere, responds with "we just use peanut butter."

Hilarity ensued. You probably had to be there. With brain melted.

Saturday, we droved out to the farm in Essex - 500 gorgeous riverfront acres. I covet it. Thomas' granfather "only" farms 250 acres of it. Everybody but Stacey and I had giant cockroaches steamed crabs, which was also amusing - Thomas is not skilled at the art of crab eating.

After dinner we rode around the farm in the back of Ryan's truck, which was far more amusing than it should have been. Once it started getting back we returned to the house, where we found another Netflix DVD to watch - Master of the Flying Guillotine, courtesy of Thomas.

Wow. It burned.

I've seen some bad kung-fu movies (isn't that most of them?), but this? This was something special. It burned.

Erik and I had been assaulted by Bond questions when we first arrived (no, Peter Sellers was not the first James Bond), and since nobody else had seen Casino Royale, we offered to have everyone back over on Sunday to watch it.

Stacey and Thomas arrived around 3 with enchilada fixin's, but Ryan never showed up. We managed about an hour of Casino Royale, but the discovery that we had almost another hour and a half to go was too much for poor Stacey ("It burns!"). Tokyo Godfathers and enchiladas made everything better.

You know, I had never noticed the lottery ticket thing in that before. I really love that movie.

It was a fun weekend - I probably won't see them again until the Pennsylvania Faire starts up. I'm really looking forward to that. This weekend is Fairies of the GEM with Melissa, which I'm also looking forward to.

I really need to finish off a few of those cauls...I have one almost complete in the linen (I need to hand-sew the band into place), and half a dozen in natural muslin cut out - I need to iron the bands, sew the crown into place, then hand-stitch those. After that I can do another half-dozen in white muslin and another 12-15 in the linen. I don't think I'll be getting any flatcaps done since I haven't had any luck finding black 3/4" grosgrain ribbon.

[EDIT] I can't believe I forgot to mention the Very Best part of Flying Guillotine - it kept randomly switching between Chinese with subs and English/no subs. Completely randomly, nobody messing with the remote, it would just randomly switch every few minutes. Bizzare...

Fu-Master now has two dogs: Mista Twista and Snow White. I can't even come up with a good editorial comment for that.

They're back. There we are, watching TV and trying to keep the dog from exploding her own heart, when it happened. A small black shadow darting behind the entertainment center...

Goddamned rat bastards found another way in. This was followed by a frenzy of furniture moving, broom flinging, and banging of object together trying to drive him into the open where he could be firmly squished with a broom.

Alas, we lost him in the Hellhole that was once my spare bedroom. Remind me to strangle Erik sometime. Happily (or not...), we figured out where they're getting in this time - the laundry room. We had another can of spray foam sealer Just In Case, so we took care of that little problem. Now? We just have a Damn Rat Bastard trapped in my house. Joy.