Mischief managed.
I told myself after getting my last pay cheque that this was the end (the end!) of impulse purchases, unnecessary big ticket items, and general financial mayhem. As much as I want the new dress, new shoes, or to own every single trade of Hellboy ever released right away, when it comes down to it I'd really like to eat more.
Guesses on how this ends? Any takers?
Okay, okay, so it's mostly my own fault. But that said, I nevertheless protest that spending the day with a woman who will forever now be known as The Enabler (tm) didn't help my chances. I love my mother, I do, but her reaction to, "I really don't want to spend any money" is always, without fail, "Let's go look at shoes! :D".
For what it's worth, the shoes we found are amazing. I'm a bit difficult to shop with, in that I like what I like and there doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to it, but it was one of those rare cases where I spotted them on the shelf and knew. I'm talking 'love at first sight' and all its related cliches.
And lightning had to strike twice, didn't it? The bag I bought -- oh god, I'm becoming one of those people who buys bags and shoes! How did this happen? -- is pretty phenomenal too. It's all leather and blue and didn't I say I'd stop doing this, like, yesterday? *facepalm*
Also, MAC eyeliner (I know, I know. LOL WOT? I rarely wear makeup.) and two B.P.R.D. trades, chosen mostly for their Ben Daimio content. Yes, I am that cool.
So I get to be frugal again, starting tomorrow. Yeah, yeah. I know. We'll see. (crimsonquills, if I try to buy anything frivolous tomorrow, you have my permission to punch me in the face.)
Oh yeah, and I spent a surprising amount of the afternoon with Robert Downey Jr. Also, many zombies, but that's, uh, another story.
I am stupidly fond of this movie. It's possible that "stupid" is the operative word, here; Tropic Thunder is a surprisingly savvy satire, but like most of Ben Stiller's movies its frequent glimmers of brilliance are accompanied by, well, fart jokes. Also, a chubby, balding Tom Cruise dancing his way through the end credits for no particular reason. It's not perfect by any means, but, even as the gore and the unashamed vulgarity comes on fast and furious, I can't seem to stop watching or, more importantly, laughing my ass off. That's good, right?
And yeah, RDJ steals the show. He can't not. Kirk Lazarus, the (white) Oscar-laden Australian method actor he's supposed to be playing, is rarely seen. Instead, what we get is an hour and forty minutes of Sgt. Lincoln Osirus, the black platoon seargent who can't seem to break character, even long after the cameras have finally stopped rolling. And, uh, Sgt. Osirus is awesome. Really. When you can understand what he's saying, anyway, and sometimes when you can't.
If you do see it, be sure to be on time. The first few minutes of the movie are actually trailers for each of the lead actors' other "films." You do want to see RDJ dressed as a monk making eyes at Tobey Maguire, don't you?
And then we saw Iron Man again. It was my seventh time. I love you, Agent Phil, even if Pepper mostly ignores you!
Oh, oh, and I ate my first ever chimichanga! Thank you, Deadpool!
Lastly, unrelated to almost everything, d'aww, baby Hellboy wuvs his pamcakes.
It's been a long, long day. ♥
Guesses on how this ends? Any takers?
Okay, okay, so it's mostly my own fault. But that said, I nevertheless protest that spending the day with a woman who will forever now be known as The Enabler (tm) didn't help my chances. I love my mother, I do, but her reaction to, "I really don't want to spend any money" is always, without fail, "Let's go look at shoes! :D".
For what it's worth, the shoes we found are amazing. I'm a bit difficult to shop with, in that I like what I like and there doesn't seem to be much rhyme or reason to it, but it was one of those rare cases where I spotted them on the shelf and knew. I'm talking 'love at first sight' and all its related cliches.
And lightning had to strike twice, didn't it? The bag I bought -- oh god, I'm becoming one of those people who buys bags and shoes! How did this happen? -- is pretty phenomenal too. It's all leather and blue and didn't I say I'd stop doing this, like, yesterday? *facepalm*
Also, MAC eyeliner (I know, I know. LOL WOT? I rarely wear makeup.) and two B.P.R.D. trades, chosen mostly for their Ben Daimio content. Yes, I am that cool.
So I get to be frugal again, starting tomorrow. Yeah, yeah. I know. We'll see. (crimsonquills, if I try to buy anything frivolous tomorrow, you have my permission to punch me in the face.)
Oh yeah, and I spent a surprising amount of the afternoon with Robert Downey Jr. Also, many zombies, but that's, uh, another story.
I am stupidly fond of this movie. It's possible that "stupid" is the operative word, here; Tropic Thunder is a surprisingly savvy satire, but like most of Ben Stiller's movies its frequent glimmers of brilliance are accompanied by, well, fart jokes. Also, a chubby, balding Tom Cruise dancing his way through the end credits for no particular reason. It's not perfect by any means, but, even as the gore and the unashamed vulgarity comes on fast and furious, I can't seem to stop watching or, more importantly, laughing my ass off. That's good, right?
And yeah, RDJ steals the show. He can't not. Kirk Lazarus, the (white) Oscar-laden Australian method actor he's supposed to be playing, is rarely seen. Instead, what we get is an hour and forty minutes of Sgt. Lincoln Osirus, the black platoon seargent who can't seem to break character, even long after the cameras have finally stopped rolling. And, uh, Sgt. Osirus is awesome. Really. When you can understand what he's saying, anyway, and sometimes when you can't.
If you do see it, be sure to be on time. The first few minutes of the movie are actually trailers for each of the lead actors' other "films." You do want to see RDJ dressed as a monk making eyes at Tobey Maguire, don't you?
And then we saw Iron Man again. It was my seventh time. I love you, Agent Phil, even if Pepper mostly ignores you!
Oh, oh, and I ate my first ever chimichanga! Thank you, Deadpool!
Lastly, unrelated to almost everything, d'aww, baby Hellboy wuvs his pamcakes.
It's been a long, long day. ♥