hastwothumbs

Should've updated this thing sooner. But I've spent the past few weeks doing nothing but buying comic books. I have no more room to store them. Seventeen boxes full and counting. There's five huge piles of Spider-Man and assorted golden-to-early-silver age DC comics sitting around my room. Great googaly moogaly.

I got the Aliens vs. Predator toy set today. Oh, man, it is pretty fucking awesome. If you haven't seen it, here's some pics:
http://www.sculpteddreams.com/AP-image.jpg
http://www.sculpteddreams.com/AP-box.jpg
http://www.sculpteddreams.com/A-image.jpg
http://www.sculpteddreams.com/P-image.jpg
Awesomeness. Pure and unbridled.

I finished all my finals for the semester at 10 this morning. And the only thing I can think of to say about it is, "Well, at least now I can play Splinter Cell without interruption."
Splinter Cell's an addicting game. It's all about using stealth to sneak up on people and kill them. The only bad part is that, for every time I say, "This is the greatest game I've ever played," I say, "I want to kill whoever made this game because I hate it so much."

Comics, toys, and video games. The cornerstones of my existence.

Yeah, I know I'm boring.
Will you buy me a life for Christmas?