Customer - or, perhaps, Vendor - Victory.

I've been seeing reports of the Classics/Universe 2.0 toys hitting shelves, so I decided to make a stop on the way home. I promised Aniko I'd pick up an Animated Prowl for her, anyway.

I decided to take a picture, largely because I am bored. ... No, Mirage isn't new. He was sitting on my desk where the stuff went, so I moved him. Then I decided I wanted to pose him looking at one of the cases, probably a bit perplexed. "Don't you own this already?"

Also, there is part of my DVD shelf, if you're one of those people who likes to look at other people's shelves. (HEY. I UNDERSTAND COMPLETELY.)

( SPEND MUNNY )

Here are a few other random images I meant to share a while back. While I was replaying Jak 3, I had another Weird Incident. My first one involved Jak falling through the floor and ending up outside the map of the sewers. I was able to swim back onto the map, thankfully.

This time, while I was taking a zoomer to Headquarters... well. Headquarters had up and moved, apparently. It didn't load. So this time I took pictures (not very good quality, but: one, two) and one video. (YES, THE ZOOMER IS SMOKING. NO, I STILL CANNOT STEER. SHUT UP.)

I convinced mother to start watching Supernatural with me. We (re)watched the first two episodes earlier.

And, finally, idiocy strikes again. I've been a bit upset the last few days because I've been unable to find the USB adaptor for the mp3 player. Except ten minutes before starting this entry, I went to plug my camera into the computer and ... the plug didn't fit. I had somehow convinced myself that two entirely different adaptors were the same one. Moron!

One of those mornings.

You know.

Full of amphibians in your carpeting.


I woke up and staggered blearily into the bathroom to wash the grit from my eyes, and I noticed something on the carpeting by the sink. What is it? My initial thought was that one of my parents dragged in some mud-and-grass, or something, since they were both out working in the yard and garden and with the hose and... everything all day. Except, you know. It twitched. And piles of grass do not twitch.

So I peered closer and noticed, my god. There is dog hair everywhere in this house. Now I remember why I do not look at the carpets much ever.

But, disregarding the piles of pet hair (we have enough about the house for a whole extra dog, I think)... It's a tree toad! Awwww. Cute little thing.

What on Earth it was doing one story up in my house at 9 in the morning is... a little beyond me, but, okay.

I took it outside and dumped it into the pine trees along the back edge of our yard. It seemed happy to go.


THEN I WENT TO WORK. AGAIN. A lot of my stories end that way, don't they?