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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-03-30 12:06 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-03-30 12:06 am
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Well, geez!
If I'd known all I had to do to get my hands on Alternators Mirage was start plotting a Transformers/Top Gear crossover and pitch a fit over instant messenger at someone who wouldn't known Prime from Megatron, I would have done it months ago!*
He's so pretty. Oh, gosh.
I demolished his plastic-and-cardboard prison and rolled him across the floor towards the cat until she got sick of it and left. Then I took pictures!
The background in a few of these is very dark. The kitchen doesn't photograph well, apparently. Also, you can see my fingers! Aaah!
Mirage! As a car. He is pretty.
Side view, vehicle mode.
Mirage on the table. Also the scarce remains of his packaging. And my laptop.
Car!Mirage from above - we are no longer in the kitchen, as you may have guessed, as there is not just a black void in the background.
Interior! ...and my laptop's screen again. One of the neatest things about the Alternators is the detail that goes into them. I really love it.
Mirage is from Michigan. Aside from the plates matching his paint job, I can't for the life of me imagine why.
Now he is a robot! Yes, those are the instructions in the background. I don't even try to transform Alternators for the first time without them, because I just cannot do it with these guys.
Face closeup. ... or closer, at any rate.
Put that stupid camera away. He's a spy! I'm not supposed to take his picture! That and the only camera ever present was a Decepticon, though Reflector wasn't digital.
Now all we need is a Jeremy Clarkson action figure, right?
Some of his joints are a little lose (mostly his elbows and shoulders - I'm actually holding his right arm up in the last picture), but at least his arm doesn't fall off every time I look at it! Poor Jazz. Still need to see if I can do anything about that.
*...For everyone who isn't me, Tuesday evening I was ranting over AIM at someone about how ridiculous it was that Mirage would sell for 60$+ on eBay and decided to go on the Google-Warpath. I found an online store that had him in stock and ordered him pretty much on the spot (I did do some poking around to see if the place was credible). I went back to the site a few minutes later to show the link to the aforementioned ranted-at person and, oh, hey, now he's out of stock. So I've been nervous for the last ... oh, thirty-six hours maybe, that he wasn't really in stock in the first place and I was going to get an email telling me such.
But, no. He arrived on my doorstep today. Yay!
He's so pretty. Oh, gosh.
I demolished his plastic-and-cardboard prison and rolled him across the floor towards the cat until she got sick of it and left. Then I took pictures!
The background in a few of these is very dark. The kitchen doesn't photograph well, apparently. Also, you can see my fingers! Aaah!
Mirage! As a car. He is pretty.
Side view, vehicle mode.
Mirage on the table. Also the scarce remains of his packaging. And my laptop.
Car!Mirage from above - we are no longer in the kitchen, as you may have guessed, as there is not just a black void in the background.
Interior! ...and my laptop's screen again. One of the neatest things about the Alternators is the detail that goes into them. I really love it.
Mirage is from Michigan. Aside from the plates matching his paint job, I can't for the life of me imagine why.
Now he is a robot! Yes, those are the instructions in the background. I don't even try to transform Alternators for the first time without them, because I just cannot do it with these guys.
Face closeup. ... or closer, at any rate.
Put that stupid camera away. He's a spy! I'm not supposed to take his picture! That and the only camera ever present was a Decepticon, though Reflector wasn't digital.
Now all we need is a Jeremy Clarkson action figure, right?
Some of his joints are a little lose (mostly his elbows and shoulders - I'm actually holding his right arm up in the last picture), but at least his arm doesn't fall off every time I look at it! Poor Jazz. Still need to see if I can do anything about that.
*...For everyone who isn't me, Tuesday evening I was ranting over AIM at someone about how ridiculous it was that Mirage would sell for 60$+ on eBay and decided to go on the Google-Warpath. I found an online store that had him in stock and ordered him pretty much on the spot (I did do some poking around to see if the place was credible). I went back to the site a few minutes later to show the link to the aforementioned ranted-at person and, oh, hey, now he's out of stock. So I've been nervous for the last ... oh, thirty-six hours maybe, that he wasn't really in stock in the first place and I was going to get an email telling me such.
But, no. He arrived on my doorstep today. Yay!