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Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train going anywhere --
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit.
He took the midnight train going anywhere --

J / Day 42 - July 10th, 2009.

J is for Jumbled.
(And also for Journey, thus explaining today's song choice.)

I think it's pretty safe to say that I was feeling a lot less jumbled before I tried to put these together. Taken at four different points throughout the day, I really wanted this to work. I really tried for you guys. I try to keep it fresh for y'all.

You've no idea how much I appreciate all your wonderful comments and support, so I really truly want to give you something different and interesting to look at each day.

Let's not discuss my feelings about this though. Yes, that's probably best.

Today at work I spent 2 hours cleaning the fridge because there was nothing else to do. Apparently, it's actually a white fridge. (All this time, here we were thinking it was brown.) To be honest, I'm surprised I survived.

You don't want to know what was in there.

But let me just say: clumps of hair, piles of bugs and expired compote from 2006.
And carrots that have been in a little yellow tupperware container since I started working there in September but was too scared to throw out in case they belonged to somebody.

I'm thinking that after I put all that stuff in the garbage and in the dumpster out back, the family of mutant squirrels that usually feast on the garbage will either
a) Die. All die, or
b) Get even bigger and therefore scarier when they jump out and attack me on Sunday afternoons. (One of these days I'm going to have to go the hospital to get rabies shots, I swear.)

Really, I hope they don't die from it. But that was gross stuff. You're not supposed to eat it.

Silly squirrels - hair, bugs and expired food is for kids!

Secret 25: I'm a cry-er.

It's strange. Not like one of those whiny annoying girls who cry over everything, or those super high strung emotional people who take everything to the enth degree,
but I am an emotional person. No doubt.

Lamest thing? Most of the time I cry for other people.
It actually pains me to see people sad, people go to dark places. People having terrible things happening to them that they really don't deserve. Breaks my heart.

And I cry.

(yes hello loser face, that would be me.)

That's something I'm very ... not quite ashamed of, but feel totally ridicules about. It just makes me feel like the biggest loser in the world. Like a stupid little girl who can't take care of herself.

And I hate that.

The Hat! It's glued on! Oh man!
No Han Solo or Blade Runner customs w/ this sculpt.
That being said....he is cool!
A little stubble. Nose is crooked...the scar on chin...it all looks great!
The hat is little too far back....but all in all I give the head sculpt a 4.5 out of 5.

The bod is weird. No swivel neck. No twist at the waist. There is button of Six Million Dollar Man Doll proportions hanging out of the back of his shirt. Small modern Joe feet. Classic legs. Classic skinny arms ( the mock-up had the buffed ones!) One lobster grip hand (they made a sad attempt on mine to cut the trigger finger....Really sloppy). One spring loaded grip hand. The arm that holds the whip has to remain straight...well it bends at the elbow....but you can't pull it out to the side. Makes him a little stiff on the one side. The whipping feature is fun...I'm sure a lot of kids will get a kick out of it. The noise is cheesy. Bad special effects come to mind. For the bod.. 3 out of 5.
It's still way better than any of the Hasbro chubby Star Wars or HOF bods.

The gear.
A solid 5 out of 5.
The whip is soft and rubbery.
Is that how the AT Modern Mummy set whip was?
Or even the 12" GI JOE Indiana Jones Ride whip?
It works well and can be rolled up into the bag he's sporting.
Pants, shirt, shoes, holster, little gun, and even the shoes are welcome additions to any 12" kitbashin' customizer!