Omega19x

6:42am: You've got mail!
My day was originally filled with thoughts like 'zydrate comes in a little glass vial.' So this one caught me by surprise and totally took my master for a loop...

I got mail. Addressed to me. Up at the dojo. Calling me Master. And it was an advertisement from Google enticing me to buy ad space on Google for my business.

Granted, he got one too. But he runs the business. I don't.

I just think it's hilarious that in the eyes of Google, my Master and I are equals. (that, or they think the female master in the group is the one most likely responsible for marketing...) And it's the first piece of mail that's specifically addressed me as Master. I wonder if I can get magazines delivered like that...

Current Lips: gold and black gradient blend

9:30pm: Zydrate comes in a little DVD case.
a little DVD case?
A little DVD... okay... enough of that...

Upon a dare from a friend, as well as extremely good publicity from AnimeFest, I decided to put that Blockbuster gift card I won to good use... and rent Repo: the Genetic Opera.

(Yes. Cue the four cameramen of the apocalypse. I didn't just watch a movie. I, on my own volition, went and RENTED a movie. I would have made popcorn too... but eating while people were having their organs harvested... no thanks.)

It certainly was an interesting film. And I'll have to blog whatever nightmares it gives me. Because it was about as twisted and fucked up as I thought it would be. Well, actually, a little more so. Combine a medical fetish with a Marilyn Manson concert, and add in an actual plot so gripping that it leaves you in tears by the end. Murder is legal, father is pit against daughter... we are not a slave to our genes...

And the zydrate song? The song I heard from the dating game? The GraveRobber character that I just had to see more of? The whole reason why I sought out this movie?!

It's the best scene. Hands down. Needed more GraveRobber, though.
And now I need more Zydrate. That song's as fucking catchy as the drug probably is.

Current Lips: yellow and black gradient blend

9:58pm: Never Fails. It all comes down to pants.
As part of my masterly epic master plan to find costumes that doubled as work clothes (or perhaps work clothes that doubled as costumes...), I stopped on at a thrift store on the way home from work.

Note: this was before a desire for zydrate ended in a blockbuster membership card. Seriously... I just joined Blockbuster to watch an attractive drug dealer hold up a little glass vial? Don't do drugs, kids...

A couple of weeks ago, I'd found the perfect Kira jacket, but no pants. So since I had the jacket in the trunk of my car still, I thought I might as well see if they had anything that came close to matching. They did. So I bought the pants.

Well, I just took them out of the bag to show my mother. And we both came to a stunning revelation:

Me: They're as close a match as I think I can find.
Mom: The fabric looks the same.
Me: Yeah. It did. And they fit too! They're like the exact same size.
Mom: Did you check the labels?
Me: No. Why?
Mom: They're the same brand.
Me: No way...
Mom: These are the exact pants to that jacket!!

As hilarious as that is... I bought the jacket two weeks ago. In another thrift store. In another city. And now, I have a perfect matching set!

Now... to wear my Kira suit to work the next time I have to tape one of the executives! Mwahahaha... I'm so devious!

Current Lips: yellow and black gradient blend