@doughnutfairy Don't listen to Clare! She has big clown feet! Kicking you would be like being hit with a 2X4. I'll slap you around 'gently' in reply to doughnutfairy#
@grey_fox24 @doughnutfairy I'll take what I can get Normally when people fight over me it's "You take him!" "No, YOU take him!" in reply to grey_fox24#
So, we finally have it: The McG directed video with Kirsten Dunst, Akihabara Majokko Princess. Warning, this may not be suitable for children and may be NSFW – there are 2D boobies drawn a lot of places: http://designkitty.com/media/Akihabara_Majokko_Princess_-__Kirsten_Dunst.flv
I lamented the fact that she was doing this a while ago
I’m glad to see she didn’t disappoint my low expectations. Or, maybe I’m sad that she lived up to my low expectations. In any event, if I was one of the Japanese near her I’d clock her really hard with my magical briefcase.
What I did find interesting was that this was produced by Takashi Murakami. I mean, this should have been something pretty spectacular and I’m left feeling empty. The feeling is similar to consuming one of those big bowls of instant ramen that you get at the supermarket: it seemed like a good idea at the time but now I feel like my blood wants to leap out of my body and bitch slap me.
Ugh. She hurts my otaku-ness. Kirsten Dunst is no longer young enough, pixie-ish enough, nor stacked like a brick shit house-enough to play a ‘Magical Girl’. Seriously. I’m sure in Akihabara there is some weird store that sells a laser gun powerful enough to make her blue hair explode. Kirsten Dunst, you are no Magical Girl Sammy. You are no Sailor Moon. I know Sailor Moon and you are no Sailor Moon.
Fun Fact: I thought Sailor Jupiter was HOT. Meow.
Another Fun Fact: The Vapors original version of ‘Turning Japanese’ > Incubus version > No Use For A Name version > Presidents of the United States version > this tripe.
Anyhow, I’ll stick to anime OP and EDs instead to keep me out of this funk that Dunst as left me in
Me: OMG! OMG! OMG! Angela: ? Me: Something was tickling my nose Me: and it was a nose hair Me: so I pulled it out Me: and it was WHITE Angela: … Me: AAAAAAAAAAAGH!
How Angela has managed not to either run away screaming or kill me is beyond me.
As I lay here in bed and about to drift off to sleep i’m lamenting the fact that tomorrow will be another day that I’ll probably miss going to the gym.
Ok, that and I was typing this on my iPhone and it slipped out of my hands and hit me in the face…
My relationship with working out at the gym has been rocky for the past few months. It used to be so convenient: wake up around 3:30 or 4, do some work and some reading until 5:45, hit the gym for an hour and then go home and get ready for work. That all changed when the Gold’s Gym I went to moved to a smaller, temporary place while they built a mega gym. Both the temporary place and the mega gym are less convenient for me to get to. So I started to resent going to the gym.
At first I would step on the scale, look down and scream “YOU FUCKING LIAR!” and I would promise myself that I would go to the gym regardless of the pain in the ass drive. As time passed I learned to get over the anger and accepted the inconvenience. Recently it has become routine for me to stand on the scale and wonder “If I really let myself go then my belly will block my view of the numbers.”
I got lazy. I AM lazy.
I miss going to gym. I miss working out on the heavy bag there. I tend to kick the free standing one we have at home across the basement. I just need to get motivated enough to start going again on a regular basis.
Or maybe I can just say that I gave up the gym for Lent…
Valentine’s Day. It seems so apropos that it’s initials are ‘VD’. I’ll never really understand why people celebrate this ‘holiday’. Is it to finally get the balls to express their love to someone, to celebrate a relationship that has stood the test of time or maybe to line the pockets of retailers pimping flowers, chocolates, cards and anything shaped like one of the body’s major organs?
Oh, do I have a chocolate covered organ for you…
It isn’t that I really have a hatred for VD. I suppose I feel that it comes at such an inopportune time – right after Christmas/New Year’s, right before Fat Tuesday, Lent, St. Patrick’s Day, and my wedding anniversary. Can’t I get a little bit of a rest? Why do I have to keep buying presents and trinkets?
Why do I have to have a special day marked off to tell someone that I love them? Shouldn’t that be done every day?! Doesn’t this in some way or another trivialize my feelings and emotions? Isn’t this tantamount to artificially influencing another person’s affections by bribing them?
I know what you’re thinking: he must be a blast at parties. Whatevs. I fling poop at you.
Ah, well. Just in case some of you have forgotten and you’re too lazy to get your ass off the couch and to the supermarket or 7-11 to get your significant other/crush/love interest a card I’ll give you these files – the Simpson’s cards from the episode where Ralph Wiggums and Lisa Simpson get entangled in a sordid, one sided love affair. There are two EPS files for those of you who use Adobe Illustrator or Fireworks and two JPG files for those of you who don’t.
(these will take a while to load as they’re both 85MB QuickTime files) -
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This is the personal blog of, well, me. My name is Michael. Now I know what you're thinking: 'DesignKitty'? Yes, it isn't the most masculine name of a blog. BUT, hang out a while. You might find something interesting...or not. At the very least you could at least pass me some Skittles while you find someplace more interesting to go to.
March 7th, 2010
USA Hockey beat Canada who has the player Sidney Crosby. He's always compared to the Caps Ovechkin. 
