"i'm a friggin MOON?!"
Yes, that's right. Unicron, 40% off at Target. You can bet where I'll probably be tomorrow night (or Saturday morning). ALL the remaining Armada stuff has been clearanced. Woo. Thanks to Logan in the Bay Area for the heads up. (Thanks to Tribe.Net for having an Action Figures tribe)
Also on clearance: Justice League figures in the street-scene boxes (Batman swinging from a wire, Superman chained to a wall). Still $7, and the Supes was a HORRIBLE paint job, so at the store they stayed.
And, I have a new favorite song. If I can find the lyrics, I'll post it here. It's the Weakerthans' "Plea from a Cat Named Virtue".
Why don’t you ever wanna play? I’m tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now, and you don’t eat much of anything. I don’t know who you’re talking to. I made a search through every room, but all I found was dust that moved and shadows of the afternoon.
And listen, about those bitter songs you sing; they’re not helping anything. They won’t make you strong.
So, we should open up the house, and invite the Tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister if she doesn’t bring her basset hound.
Ask the things you shouldn’t miss (tape hiss and the modern man, cold war and card catalogues) to come join us if they can, for girly drinks and parlor games.
We’ll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try to let your losses dangle off the sharp edge of a century. We’ll talk about the weather or how the weather use to be. And I’ll cater, with all the birds that I can kill, let their tiny feathers fill disappointment.
Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin, scratch the terror and begin to believe you’re strong.
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV, and frankly that thing doesn’t really interest me. I swear I’m going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
if you don’t stop the self-defeating lies you’ve been repeating since the day you brought me home.
I know you’re strong.