This entry is devoted to the great Bionicle artist, Nikira, formerly known as Nikira12, winner of the Order of Rahi Zaku, 1st Class and overall amazing artist. (The Human Takua in the "picture shrine" that appears to be looking at Nikira suspiciously is considered a HB masterpiece by many.)
Now GIMME MY LLAMA AWARD!
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They were selling for USD $4.99 each. They arrived yesterday. I didn't have time to photo the boxes--Mom recycled them.
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BrickCon's sounds like it's gonna ROCK! Free BrickArms, famous LEGO builders, amazing creations and... I'm not going.
Luckily, I have something to distract myself from the disappointment of not attending this three-day festival of love, art and plastic--namely the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in San Francisco featuring Robert Plant and Elvis Costello (among many others.)
I was walking through a TJ Maxx on the 5th of September—the 5th of September, mind you—and what did I see? Halloween merchandise! Don’t get me wrong. I actually think it’s a good way to hype people up. People will be anticipating Halloween just to get out of this merchandising maelstrom.
I still can't decide what to be for Halloween. I think I'll go as a non-stereotypical sorcerer with a black wig, makeup and tattoos... maybe with some jewelry, a wand...
You get a lot less creative wih costumes as you get older. I was Tattoo Man for two years in a row, and those peel-on tattoo things only last for so long, and we had those things for 8 years.
Yes.
I'm very obsessive.
I like to trick-or-treat.
And after trick-or-treating...
I GO CRAZY!!!
Some people have asked why I didn't have a poll for MOCC #2. The reason is quite simple: have you ever seen a blog contest with a poll?
However, in my never-ending quest to be maniacally different from other blogs, the winners of the next MOCC will be decided in a poll on the blog.
Sorry for any inconveniences.
Well, I'm not going to BrickCon.
Why?
For the mere reason that my mother--the root of all evil--thinks it's too expensive. Which it probably is, considering my father wants to tag along. She is also under the impression that nobody is coming, which is untrue, as most of the attendees are extremely famous Internet LEGO builders.
If you're wondering why I changed my username, it was taken as a composite of about four other members, all of whom are very successful. Please don't ask about it or I will turn you into tuna and peppercorns. Happy holidays.
DAY 4
Gas price was $2.74. Mileage was 1238. As we left Iowa, we recorded our thoughts on it. We all thought it was a beautiful state. Lots of corn, pretty hills, lots of terracing, very clean, very green.
Animal behavior was getting stranger. Our cat, Bunny, was now able to occasionally venture outside her cage. When Bunny went out, she would sunbathe on top of the cage, enjoying a nice snack of tissues a la carte. However, she spent most of her time secure in her kennel's litterbox, where
My ***, what a dump that Rawlins was! The hotel food was poor. The main employer was the prison. I was threatened by a muncher in the lobby, who told me that "little boys should stay away from him." I was happy when we left that sleazy little hole. When we left at a mileage of 2,112, I was glad to discover that Rawlins was much more beautiful in the daytime, while still horrific. It was twenty degrees. We all suffered headaches, shortness of breath and dried noses. Bunny didn't meow at all, surp
So far, I have been in California, Oregon, Arizona, Alaska, Nevada, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, Pennsylvania, New York, Rhode Island, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and now Iowa.
As we left Port Clinton, Ohio, it began to rain. The dog was shivering from the pounding noise. The cat was meowing like all Karzahni broke loose. A nuclear power plant smoked in the distance, white steam mixing with the cirrus carpet that h
Wilkes-Barre had a creepy feel to it, as if it were a graveyard. Towering buildings, idols of evil secret organizations, loomed above me like concrete mountains. The lemon light above me cast eerie shadows over our faces. As we drove to the Bennigan's where we would have a dinner of delicious ribs, my insides turned to ice. Was there something strange afoot? Some baby being eaten with gravy in one of those dingy, bar-windowed basements? Or maybe a mobster gunning down a squealer, his blood landi
