WADE SPEAKS.
I'm ninja sneaky this morning in assaulting you all BEFORE YOUR COFFEE (at least, those of you in PST).
1. GO HERE.
2. Scroll down to the fourth clip titled "Legends" and PLAY, PLAY, PLAY.
3. Eeeeeeeeeeeee, WADE, commence squee!
Wow. We get to see Wade talking and in action. I'm not sure why he's not wearing red, and I'm not sure about Ryan Reynold's Deadpool voice - shouldn't it be more adenoidal?
The CGI showing Victor Creed in action doesn't look very polished yet, sadly. I'm also afraid, based on the other three clips, that he's playing Victor as a generic snarky villain rather than the brutally vengeful barathrum that we all know and love. (No offense, canadabear!)
In other news, Marvel attempts to become Robot Chicken, fails utterly. This gets the award for most grating voice talent of the month.
I was telling water_of_fire yesterday about my stinging defeat at the hands of Sephora that took place earlier this week. Perhaps, if I set it down here, it will sufficiently illustrate the travails of being a femme to those that aren't.
Let us treat this situation with the appropriate gravitas. Here's how it went:
- Surfed over the Sephora.com. Was immediately drawn in by prospect of Jean Paul Gaultier's new scent (my poor upbringing, you understand; I think I have unfortunate impulsiveness hardwired into my brain). Managed to resist buying it, but chose it as a sample with my purchase.
- Briefly considered Rene Furterer hair products. Managed to resist them, too, without even clicking through to the Rene Furterer section. I AM THE SPARTANS AT THEMOPYLAE! THE PERSIAN HORDES ARE DOOMED!
- Retreated to the Sephora home page and stayed there safely for a few minutes to regroup (and count my coinage). Hydrated with fortifying water. Aaaah, bliss! Consumer entropy shall not accost my soul! Then went googly-eyed over the current look on the splash page, offered token resistance, and then I went all Operation Market-Garden and succumbed to a war of attrition waged with volleys of lip gloss. Much clicking commenced, I wound up on the Nars page, and baby, 'twas ALL OVER.
I bought:
1. Mega fuck-off huge bottle of Shalimar for my mom. (She loves the classics.)
2. Nars eyeshadow duo in Underworld. I almost drowned in lust for Violetta and Alhambra and Iceland, but I found unexpected fortitude and did not buy them.
3. Nars single eyeshadow in Night Rider and Baby Girl.
4. Touche Eclat in Luminous Radiance. I haven't used it in years.
5. Dior Addict lipcolor in Pink Lust. I intend to layer a pale peach over this to tone it down.
6. Sephora brand glosses in Naked Peach (for the layering over the Dior Addict) and Roseberry.
7. SAMPLES!
In other news, I am very unhappy with Make Up For Ever's gel eyeliner. I feel betrayed, disillusioned, and bitter at the uneven application. But given how much Make Up For Ever has given me over the years, what with their French abandon and zillions of shades of eyeshadow and lipstick and tinting powders and theatrical makeup that can be repurposed, I am willing to find forgiveness in my heart. (If you like makeup, do NOT ever go to Make Up For Ever's website. You will be doomed and shortly achieve financial ruin. This kind of reminds me of thehefner's retelling of his brush with a Burt's Bees stand.)
Then I made the mistake of surfing over to Sephora again and looking at the new OPI DAY-GLO line of polishes, and I was promptly recast as a helpless pool of desire.
In summation: stay AWAY from the "get this look" button on Sephora.
See? It's hard out here for a lipstick lovin' girl.
Turning to satire, Dean Trippe and Evan Bryce have launched a new site that may be of interest.
They promise daily satire of Obama. I'm going to RSS this like nothing has ever been RSSed before.
(I remain delighted that Obama strikes a chord in the nation such that his moniker is already "PRESIDENT AWESOME." Yes, yes, I'm upset about the administration caving on the extradition issue, but we'll see how that plays out.)
1. GO HERE.
2. Scroll down to the fourth clip titled "Legends" and PLAY, PLAY, PLAY.
3. Eeeeeeeeeeeee, WADE, commence squee!
Wow. We get to see Wade talking and in action. I'm not sure why he's not wearing red, and I'm not sure about Ryan Reynold's Deadpool voice - shouldn't it be more adenoidal?
The CGI showing Victor Creed in action doesn't look very polished yet, sadly. I'm also afraid, based on the other three clips, that he's playing Victor as a generic snarky villain rather than the brutally vengeful barathrum that we all know and love. (No offense, canadabear!)
In other news, Marvel attempts to become Robot Chicken, fails utterly. This gets the award for most grating voice talent of the month.
I was telling water_of_fire yesterday about my stinging defeat at the hands of Sephora that took place earlier this week. Perhaps, if I set it down here, it will sufficiently illustrate the travails of being a femme to those that aren't.
Let us treat this situation with the appropriate gravitas. Here's how it went:
- Surfed over the Sephora.com. Was immediately drawn in by prospect of Jean Paul Gaultier's new scent (my poor upbringing, you understand; I think I have unfortunate impulsiveness hardwired into my brain). Managed to resist buying it, but chose it as a sample with my purchase.
- Briefly considered Rene Furterer hair products. Managed to resist them, too, without even clicking through to the Rene Furterer section. I AM THE SPARTANS AT THEMOPYLAE! THE PERSIAN HORDES ARE DOOMED!
- Retreated to the Sephora home page and stayed there safely for a few minutes to regroup (and count my coinage). Hydrated with fortifying water. Aaaah, bliss! Consumer entropy shall not accost my soul! Then went googly-eyed over the current look on the splash page, offered token resistance, and then I went all Operation Market-Garden and succumbed to a war of attrition waged with volleys of lip gloss. Much clicking commenced, I wound up on the Nars page, and baby, 'twas ALL OVER.
I bought:
1. Mega fuck-off huge bottle of Shalimar for my mom. (She loves the classics.)
2. Nars eyeshadow duo in Underworld. I almost drowned in lust for Violetta and Alhambra and Iceland, but I found unexpected fortitude and did not buy them.
3. Nars single eyeshadow in Night Rider and Baby Girl.
4. Touche Eclat in Luminous Radiance. I haven't used it in years.
5. Dior Addict lipcolor in Pink Lust. I intend to layer a pale peach over this to tone it down.
6. Sephora brand glosses in Naked Peach (for the layering over the Dior Addict) and Roseberry.
7. SAMPLES!
In other news, I am very unhappy with Make Up For Ever's gel eyeliner. I feel betrayed, disillusioned, and bitter at the uneven application. But given how much Make Up For Ever has given me over the years, what with their French abandon and zillions of shades of eyeshadow and lipstick and tinting powders and theatrical makeup that can be repurposed, I am willing to find forgiveness in my heart. (If you like makeup, do NOT ever go to Make Up For Ever's website. You will be doomed and shortly achieve financial ruin. This kind of reminds me of thehefner's retelling of his brush with a Burt's Bees stand.)
Then I made the mistake of surfing over to Sephora again and looking at the new OPI DAY-GLO line of polishes, and I was promptly recast as a helpless pool of desire.
In summation: stay AWAY from the "get this look" button on Sephora.
See? It's hard out here for a lipstick lovin' girl.
Turning to satire, Dean Trippe and Evan Bryce have launched a new site that may be of interest.
They promise daily satire of Obama. I'm going to RSS this like nothing has ever been RSSed before.
(I remain delighted that Obama strikes a chord in the nation such that his moniker is already "PRESIDENT AWESOME." Yes, yes, I'm upset about the administration caving on the extradition issue, but we'll see how that plays out.)