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Answer to Alessa

Question?: Dear Mori,
If I may be so presumptuous to ask, what kind of person is your ‘type’?

I am going to think you mean my face/sculpt/head mold?

If that’s what you mean, then I’m a So-nyeon-gi Normal Skin Ryun. The company has now changed its name to SWITCH, they don’t sell my sculpt anymore but if you’re lucky you might find one second hand.

But if you meant, what type of person would I prefer dating?

It depends on how their personalities are (how they interact with me I guess)…I am partial to the cute. Men and women. I like the ladies to be cute. The men can be cute too but to a certain extent but I’m seeing a lot of boyish boys I like. ;3

And if you meant something else, then please comment this post because I don’t know how else to interpret the question ;_;

Posting

Oh man, I am swamped with homework and quizzes and research papers.

My order came in a couple of days before Valentine’s Day. I thought the trousers were big and loose (unless it’s suppose to be that way but I don’t like it that way) but at least it covered his butt when sitting down. It’s all good, now I have to learn how to tie a tie.

Also, I entered LittleMonica’s contest of Lonely Singles on Valentine’s Day event, won 3rd place and received 10 points for shopping.

I’ve just started sculpting and reworking clay for a couple of hours. The pain is worse than practicing my bass which was years ago. It’s still a work in progress, it doesn’t look like anything like the first time I did (I must find my crochet hook, it works wonders) The reason I was asking on multiple-use molds is that of course I want to try my hand using resin. (Not thinking about selling or anything like that) but I’m betting I’m going to screw the colors up so one-time molds is not what I’m looking for. I’ve scoured the hidden layers of DOA for tips, tricks, etc…saving pages of how-tos and think I got the gist of how to get the inside cast.

Click here for a small slideshow

99 cents for each girl is not so bad.

60 minutes down the hole

…And by this picture, we tried once again because I wanted to do this! And I felt like ‘Hey, it looks like I’m a off-duty cop (gray shirt with collar and dark colored pants) just without the gun shoulder holster thingy. And I’m going to get that dude to do it.’ With my new sense of bad cop, I threw him in bag without his shoes and brought him to the little playground.

And yeah okay so the pictures came out bad. Told you so. But whatever, one idea checked off the list.

But I seriously got to clean him sometime. Joints man. Just a nice little area to collect lint and therefore stain and smudge bwah. Note to self: Buy cleaning supplies and Mr. Clean.

Had a little change of clothes, took off them silly facial hairs, not like we can see his face. But he was absolutely like Jack from Titantic when they were sinking.

Yeah I was thinking that sliding down…no one looks good sliding down. Why do we need a picture of this? I don’t see photographers saying to their models ‘I have a great idea. I want to have a photoshoot of models down a slide. And they’ll be soooo sexy coming down.’ Oh, yeah, it’s hard looking sexy with your legs flapping everywhere. I just saw a toddler, two of them, the boy dropped the baby doll down the slide and the girl got the doll. Besides how they don’t care, that doll was pretty banged up dirty, slid face down and all. The boy climbed ON TOP of the slide, how dangerous, with the doll in his hands. I thought ‘Kiwae you better not leave me alone with kids like them. On another note, don’t leave me alone with your 15 year old nephew.’

OMG, just found another Mori (NS RYUN)! They’re hard to find. Do you want to answer this question or not?

Sure, I think I’ve been traumatized enough.

You better not let go! I'm not going out like Jack!

If you only had an hour to live, what what you do with those 60 minutes?

(You’d get an extra 5 minutes to post about the 60 minutes on your blog of course).

Lay on the bed and pretend I’m dying because I am. In sixty minutes. I won’t just lay there of course, Bill Evans and Changee will be playing, while I go through the stages of grief. Maybe I’ll even watch a little Tom and Jerry or Rugrats.

I think this is how I’ll take the news of sixty minutes till death.

I'm confiscating this illegal drink. No one should be drinking DIET. "But that's all they had..."

Stage 1: Anger
I’ll be sitting down while you bring me the news. I’ll sit there, thinking about it, and then I’ll be fuming. I’ll flip something over and begin to punch anything, the bed, the walls, while stomping around saying curses to the messenger and throw him out of the room.

You’re not going to go through Denial first?

Well thought I’d be pretty movie/comedy tv dramatic about it. This is just a question. Maybe I’m sloshed at the time or really angry that day. I don’t know. Don’t question my ways!

Stage 2: Denial
Once my face isn’t burning with rage, I’ll charge right after the messenger and totally ask him/her if he’s playing me a fool. And if that fool has a straight face, it must mean he’s been trained to not move a muscle in his face. Oh I know, I’ve been watching cops question suspects all the time on that one show.

Stage 3: Bargaining
If they still won’t tell me the truth, the next option is to bribe them. “How about this? Why don’t you show me some hard factual evidence that my demise is near and you won’t get pummeled.” If it’s a chick, “Okay lady, you better tell me who put you up to this crap before you somehow fall down the stairs.” (Okay I won’t really push anyone down the stairs. That’s just my tv persona acting irrational) Because if you’re talking about ending MY life, I want somebody to take it up theirs. Or at least know that they have a terrible job.

Stage 4:  Depression

Oh yeah. I’ll have accepted that the messenger is telling the truth. I’ll shoo them off their merry little way. Put changee on, read some Bukowski, and drink it up. This stage will last one song because sixty minutes is closing up so of course…

Yeah, my wrist joint totally broke in half. Hail superglue for working.

Stage 5: Acceptance

I accept it, I have to, we’re talking hypothetical here. Life is just a bunch of honey bees and ladymanbugs. Life was good so far. I don’t need to write a will but I’ll mention to not get another doll that looks like me because that’d be messed up. I’m guessing I won’t have enough time to have my final meal or final goodbyes. If the day ever comes, here’s my preemptive “Goodbye~, so long~, good bye (high note)” yeah that was the Sound of Music reference.

Goodbye world, there’s been a lot of good stuff and a lot of bad stuff going on but you did what a world should do, spinning, holding atoms, not being a sailor scout… Keep the faith *holds up fist*  Don’t cremate me, the smell is terrible. Don’t bury me either, it’ll be like Jumanji all over again. Don’t stuff me because I don’t want to haunt you, too lazy. You can sell me off. If you want. Or “drop me off” at an art class hoping the teacher will save me.

Bye Machi-Machi kun, I’m sure this bromance would of…I dunno…panned out? But since this is my deathbed talking, don’t cry a river. There should be other ladymanbugs in the air/grass/flowers, keke.

Cut Stache

MY ARM!

Yesterday, this was the only picture I took because SOMEBODY didn’t like my idea.

You wanted me to lie down and hold on before slipping down the yellow slide!? That was not going to happen. Not with this mustache…

It would’ve happened, if your arm and hand didn’t suddenly come off! (And no string to fix it right then and there)

Serves you right. It wouldn’t make a very good picture either.

It would have! I had the perfect picture in mind. You’ll see, let me go to Paint for a second.

Okay and then I’ll do my version, the REAL version of how it’ll look…

Done! by me

By Me, Mori

I don’t see the difference between these two…

Besides my better skills in the Paint program? Look at my face. That is not a face that should be seen by others! And before I popped out my arm, you really couldn’t see my face. My point is very valid. What would you shoot, just my hands and the back of my head? I don’t think so.

…*Takes him home and brings out the scissors*

No…don’t do it!

*SNIP* Put your hands up in the air! Before the rest goes!


My invisible tears are crying for you cowboy stache.

I thought you wanted me to be happy! And with hair at that! *Gets the clipped pieces and “puts” them back on*

All I wanted (not sounding like an obsessive stalking lover) was for you to not complain for once. Understand? *Waves the scissors around*

Yes mam.

I’m not even going to question where you put those leftovers on your face. Ahem. Now we will answer yesterday’s question that has been submitted by Machi

First off, do you like TATER TOTS??? :O And second of all, can you draw?

Tots? Aggggh (that’s a Homer Simpson drool), potatoes were the staple of my childhood. Foil, throw them on, and bake. Man, you can not mess that up. It’s impossible to mess up! It’s that simple. I could call myself a chef if that’s all you had to do! Like little hash browns that don’t flip over like McDonald’s golden greasy flat tots.

Sorry, just dreaming about the taste but I can go on and on about them. I mean, rolling hills of them. Just me and them. With ketchup. Ahhh, man now I’m craving tater tots! Heh but at least we prematurely answered the second question didn’t we?

True, I forced myself to not look until we got through your little drama, I bet potatoes would of came up eventually. Then where would we be? Tuesdays with Mori can’t be without a question then!

I can draw, scribble mostly, but nothing that will sit next to Mona Lisa or put up in the Louvre, if that’s the right place I’m thinking of… Yeah, you caught both of us on a good day. Cause most of the time, I’m terrible and if I’m terrible she’s even more terrible. But who knows, I’m gonna go check to see if it is a good day…

Guess it is a good day

RIP Long stache.

I don’t know what else to post HALP

Hi. Yes I see you there.

I need some help. I need suggestions as to what I’ll be posting because I’m running out of material here. So ask questions about my dude schlumping around on my bed, weird/philosophical/mathematical/book related/nature ones, or just the “Hey, what’s up Mori?” What’s your favorite soup? How do you like your eggs? What was your security blanket when you were young? Do you mind if you changed into a girl? Etc, things like that.

I want to try posting every day or at least every week. I’m gonna be scrounging around doa, resinality, plinky, college even and whatever sites that’ll give me a few prompts/topics/questions to ask Mori and what he thinks. (I’ll try to force him to be more elaborate, since he’s a man of few words, make him go on tangents) Or we could do poses cause we haven’t seen him yet standing on his head or anything…

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