::snickets:: I’m currently Peppering “Kill Bill.” In the meantime, remember these? Ah, Engrish. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still funny.
Reading this month’s Cinefex, I have decided that if Matrix: Reloaded does not win an Oscar for best special effects, I will cry. Good gravy on a stick, Batman. Zounds.
No one seemed about to comment again on the “Four Truths and a Lie” meme, so here are the answers:
1. As a child, my two greatest fears were parrots and elevator doors.
TRUE. After my best friend’s parrot bit my thumb (does it bite my thumb at you, sir?), spilling significant quantities of blood, I always stayed as far away from the demon creatures as possible. I still have the scar. I can’t explain the elevator doors. I still try to squeak past them as quickly as possible, even now.
2. I have eaten chicken feet.
TRUE. A few weeks ago, when the suite went to a Dim Sum restaurant for lunch, Abe ordered some chicken feet, and he, Shu Kee, and I tried them. They actually weren’t that bad if you didn’t think about what you were eating.
3. My only other crush on a non-fictional/non-celebrity person was at the age of 8, on a family vacation to the Bahamas. He was seven, and he looked remarkably like Macullay Culkin.
TRUE. His name was Jon Kinsey. Mum tells me I was smitten.
4. I have only ever finished two fanfics in my life.
FALSE. Even more pathetic, I have only finished one! Although this single fanfic holds the record for most likely being the first Percy fic ever written. Go me.
5. There was a time where I could wear the same shoes as my dad.
TRUE. This was 7th grade. In gym, I wore a pair of shoes my dad had bought on his honeymoon. However, my dad realized a few years ago that the shoes he was buying weren’t large enough, so he went up a few sizes, and apparently my feet have shrunk slightly since then, as I was a toad in 7th grade, and now I am a gorgeous, svelte water-nymphlike creature. Handy.
Points for Alicey, but points for Renata as well, because she was cool enough to answer. *clears throat loudly*
Hmm. I’ve thinned the hair a lot, and it doesn’t look like a dead animal anymore. Instead, it looks like the worst hair day ever. I wonder what would happen if I tried putting mousse on it so that it would clump rather than poof… It certainly couldn’t hurt. I doubt I’d wear it in its current state, so I really don’t have anything to lose.
Grgh. I have progressed significantly in my wig-cutting skills in the past five years, but definitely not enough. I look like I have roadkill on my head. Oh well. At least it was cheap, and at least I had the forethought to get some black hair spray stuff as well. I’ll just wear my hair in a low bun.
::goes off to read 1602::
My feet RULE. My feet were inspired. This whole costume is going to be so nifty! Mum picked up the fabric for my tail today, so all is smooth sailing. Looks like all I need now is the rosary, face paint (we’re going ahead with the sex toy latex. So bad and wrong.), and some sort of Spock ears.
How to Make Nightcrawler Feet in Five Minutes:
Step 1: Take a big pair of gentleman’s slippers, aquired for $1, and chop off the top with a big knife.
Step 2: See how well they fit against your feet, with a chunk on the end for his signature third toe. Find where you want the toe division to be: between your second and third toes, or between your big toe and the rest of the piggies.
Step 3: Slice into it, leaving a wide gap.
Step 4: Put the sole at the bottom of a pair of blue tights (preferably a size or two too large for you), and then put your foot in. It’s really difficult to get them both in at the same time. Don the tights and be fabulous.
Step 5: Add stripey pants and you’re done! Mess around with the tights until the toes don’t look silly and wrinkled.
Optional Step 6: Double up the blue tights with a black pair so that the color is darker.
Now you can walk around with the knowledge that you will not cut your foot on broken glass and bleed to death, but still look barefoot to someone far enough away from you!
I ROCK. Carmen took me, Shu Kee, Vadim, and Sherpa (so called because he guides us through the treacherous mountains of Calculus) to a Mexican food restaurant at 7th and Chestnut, as she and I were craving good Tex-Mex. Because we were all the way downtown, they decided to check out the docks. Because my comic book store is at 14th and Chestnut, I decided to split with them and pick up the third issue of 1602, as they didn’t have it at the shop on 40th. On the way, I saw an ungodly number of discount stores, so I decided to check in and see if I could find a vest-thing for my Nightcrawler costume, now that I’m no longer waffling over the idea and committed to making one. Not only did I find a great vest, I also acquired some navy blue lipstick, eyeshadow, and eyeliner so that I wouldn’t have to use any body paint near my eyes or mouth, a really cheap short black wig (I’m still going to cut it a bit; hopefully my wig-styling skills have improved since 8th grade), and a $1 pair of sandals and two pair of tights (blue and black) to provide the base for the feet. Muaha, I am crafty beyond my years! *dashes off to start working*
Squee! My friend Margo (“Dark of the Moon” and “Man of La Mancha”) is coming to Philadelphia on Thursday and Friday! Merriment and glee!
::is so incredibly amused::
As many of you have guessed, I’ve been seriously considering going as Movie!Nightcrawler for Halloween. I have the pants, I have a similar-enough coat, and the vest thing and rosary don’t look like they would be hard to find. I already have quite a few ideas on how to do the feet. My main obstacle would be the blue skin. I’ve asked around on various LJ communities, but I haven’t heard of any good body paints that don’t rub off on everything and/or stain the skin. So out of curiosity, I Googled “blue body paint.” As luck would have it, one of the first results was a blue liquid latex body paint that rather looked like something the costume designers used on Mystique. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed absolutely perfect. It wouldn’t rub off on any of my clothes, and it would be more durable so that I wouldn’t have to patch it up, and it peels right off, no fuss. I could probably even draw in the scars if I wanted to.
The downside? It was being offered by a sex toy website. What would dear mum and dad think when they saw such a purchase on their innocent, darling daughter’s credit card statement? So I called my mom and told her the story, which she found hilarious as well, and she’s going to help me out. As I have no car and public transportation is annoying, she’s going to look around Dallas to see if there are any other alternatives in costume shops before we go ahead with the sex toy website. She’s also going to make me a tail, as I have no sewing machine! ::hearts:: My mom is awesome.