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Can't help but show off.![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} valehealerScylla has a journal. This is fun! It's helping me learn more about the character, and she? Is having a ball getting to talk all she wants. She may be my oldest girl, but she also has had the least amount of character development, so I'm still learning about her even after all this time. She appears to be gently amused at just about everything. And is apparently quite a bit more talkative than me, which is... heh. Surprising, yes. And look! I finally painted a picture of her! :D And look! She has no outlines! That girl is outline free! Regs, Rohar, want icon art? I'll make you some! |
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Holy shit it sounds like everybody is exploding right now. Is it just me or does time seem like it's speeding up? Just a tenth of a second or two, but enough to be noticeable. You guys hang in there, I'm thinking about you. I am not watching the Superbowl. I kind of wish I was for study reasons (namely because my boy is most assuredly going to want to comment on it and I, well, kind of can't), but I'm not. Folks are watching Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl right now, which was fun for the first ten minutes and is now getting monotonous, so here I am upstairs. I have things to do, gonna get on 'em. It's snowing like gangbusters. Actually, it's snow plus thunder and lightning. And for some reason Thundersnow seems like an awesome name for a Plainsdweller. But like I need any more characters. Oh wait! *finally on a computer where MSN groups isn't locked... lurkity-lurk-lurks over at Los's new comm* What is this now? |
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Written at noon, mailed to myself, then posted. I think I write my posts at noon because I tend to be in a better mood. - My brand-spankin'-new phone came yesterday! I'm dead certain it's male, but I don't know what to call him. Halp? My old phone's name was "Rufus," chosen in a moment of spontaneous inspiration. My car's name is "Mickey," (Hey Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind) and after all the careful deliberation, the watching and waiting, the hitting-and-missing, and the seemingly endless lusting, my laptop was christened "Eleanor." What? Who's Eleanor? SO. PHONE. ( Read more... ) |
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Strangest nightmare last night. I was in a gray street, dark, gray on gray on gray, maybe an alley. This hairless twisted rat thing - like what you'd get if you crossed one of those hairless voles with a mutant four-foot-long rat. It was bleach white, and it had... ice blue eyeballs on the sides of its head. Not *in* its head, on the *sides.* If you've seen Ice Age... think the sloth. The little round marbles out on the sides like rearview mirrors on a car. The pupils were contracted to pinpricks. It saw me. It just *focused*, natural swing of its head, then spin and stare. I could see the big ragged buck teeth bared at me, and it lunged, moving fast like something out of a nightmarish video game. And then... I couldn't see it anymore. I heard Lynyrd Skynyrd's Sweet Home Alabama louder and clearer than I have ever heard it in my head before. Most of the time, I hear music in bits, soft and distant. Not this time. I could blame it on the amount of times I've listened to it, just like I could blame the rat's weird eyeballs to the fact that I was exposed to Ice Age last night, briefly, and saw the sloth. Somebody came up and blocked my view of the oncoming rat. With? An electric guitar. The front panel of the guitar, shiny enameled black, loomed up big in my view. And that was it. There was a brief struggle, a battle of wills rather than an actual fight, I think - I could still see those horrific eyes for a few more minutes in my memory - and then the rat was gone. So. In essence - Black Guitar kept me from seeing scary mutant hairless White Rat Thing, and not seeing it made it go away. ...Thoughts? |
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Post Written While At Work... Today I worked on making slides for the 'winner' television screens at the casino where I work. These televisions show the winners of $1000 or more to advertise the casino's payouts and to give the players their due. That's all you really need to know for this story. The slides can be one of two background colors, coordinating (mostly) with the casino's earthy decor. The background colors are black or orange. I alternate them as I go, so that there's a mostly even number of each when they're turned into a slide show and popped onto the TV screens. So that the guy who feeds these into the slide show can tell just by the filename which color they are, the finished slides are named "black_winnername.jpg" or "orange_winnername.jpg" It occurred to me, after a "black_danny.jpg" and a "black_ana.jpg" and so on, that even if a "Betty" shows up in this list at the point where I should be alternating to orange, she is going to be on a black background. JUST so I can name the file "black_betty.jpg". Heh. To give my supervisor a snicker, I may call it "(whoa)black_betty(bambalam).jpg" And of course - a Betty appeared. |
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| 09:37pm 14/01/2008 | |||
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| 09:29pm 07/01/2008 | |||
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Public Food Today: A pan of homemade fudge in different varieties, covered with foil. Precut and piled together; excellent. Makes removal of pieces difficult to detect and/or count. I have on a shiny new blue shirt with bits of silver glitterish stuff worked into the fabric weave somehow. I feel like Calydor, in a way - I'm the color of Summer Stars! It's the perfect kind of costume for where I work, *snicker* enough glitz and schmaltz to satisfy even an office worker on the Vegas strip. Or maybe I feel an ABBA dance routine coming on. Anyone have a headband and some leather boots? I don't usually do that "look what [insert name] got me!" thing on my journal, just because I don't like playing that game. Not that I think anyone around here feels like they have to pay tribute for my attention/affections, but regardless, it feels like I'm hollering "COMPETE OVER ME" no matter how I try to phrase it. This, however, deserves a note. Much more note than it's gotten previously. I'm wearing a beautiful necklace that tranquil_ashes brought back from her trip to Italy. I don't know how the girl found something so perfect, but she did. I mean, come on, she nailed the blue-and-orange color scheme, and it's from Italy, omg. This along with the Italy patch that's now gracing my patch jacket and will be photographed and uploaded soon, and the incredible Italia zip-up sweatshirt that almost perfectly matches the one I drew on Tristan here.Girl, you are incredible. I don't know how you found them, but you are incredible, for thinking of me while you were over there in the middle of your own hard work, and you deserved a huge awed "thank you!" much sooner than you actually got it. Also, Em, your box came Friday. Tea! Grinning like mad at the paper stars in the mulling ball; for a second I thought the dry rustling was an extra dose of tea. XD Gave me ideas, it did. I could wax poetic about how Courvoisier (I spelled it without looking! Look ma, no dictionary!) is the result of mulling stars in the rich wine of a summer night. Or something. Hee. Haven't gone and looked at your story since it was posted, but already saw you had comments then. How's that coming along? My brother's birthday is today! I picked up Seasons 1 and 2 of Stargate SG-1 for him, because I wanted eps with either Vala or Carter in them, and either the Vala seasons haven't been released yet or they just weren't there. Ohgod. "Knight of Fire" just came on my mp3 player. I loaded random music on here via the program that came with the apparatus, and keep finding weird songs that I don't even remember loading on my computer. "Knight of Fire" is Initial D-mislabeled-as-Gundam-Wing that I just can't make myself re-name, because I went through YEARS of early fandom believing it was Gundam Wing. I drew LOTS of wolfies to this song, and probably wrote some atrocious fanfic. Not the one atrociously bad Zechs/Heero one though, that was written to Enigma. Appropriately overtly sexual music for a flowery graphic PWP smutfic that made no canon sense whatsoever? CHECK. I still remember someone - probably trying not to hurt my feelings - telling me that said fic was what romance novels wanted to be when they grew up. Eee, and the "Here In Your Arms" techno remix that never fails to make me warm and fuzzy and I found it by accident. Limewire Rulez, yo. Very much the antidote to any lingering sadness from watching What Dreams May Come last night. This song is the swelling triumphant ending to a romantic comedy taking place in a rave. Lots of jumping and arm waving and glowing green and pink and yellow and blue. \0\ \0/ /0/ Grah, disappointed with Penny & Aggie at the moment. I don't really blame Giselle - the art is still wonderful and luscious. But meh, T's script is just sucking. Stop TRYING so hard! I get it, really, I do. Penny made a choice that the typical 'teen comic' would NEVER dare to make because it's the kind of thing our mothers tell us not to do. Run off with a boy when we're in high school? Have sex before marriage? Have LOTS of sex before marriage? Have a passionate relationship that we're sure will break our hearts and may even ruin our futures? Make life-changing decisions and risking disastrous mistakes before we're old enough to legally drink? Perish the thought! No really, T, I get it. This is a tough concept to broach, and I'll bet you're twisting your brain to come up with a script that will explore the idea without creating the illusion that the comic creators in any way condone what's going on. But you're trying too hard. You're trying to maintain the comic's typical sense of humor in a situation that's atypical for this comic and... not really a good place for the usual quota of superwarp expressions and one-line groaners. I applaud you for trying, but all it's doing is making the comic look crass and obnoxious. I sat through that travesty of a filler comic (really, you had the audacity to put your own script to another artist's work that was supposed to function without words?) because of the promise of returning to Penny's storyline. Thank heaven it's still free, or there's no way I'd see this to the end. I'm losing my patience with it in spite of its novelty. PLUS you're a TOTAL COCKTEASE with the gay! WHERE IS MY STAN/JACK, HUH? HUH? YOU are almost a worse cocktease than Your Wings Are Mine. And with YWAM's jillions of shounen-ai character art and little more than a bucket of angst and a handful of exchanged blushes in-comic, that's saying something. Thanks, I'll go back to my Red String and my Friendly Hostility. |
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Geh. I have my f-list bookmarked on my Firefox link bar, but I forgot that I'd been signed in as Tristan for god knows how long, therefore I missed a fuckton of friends-only posts. You haven't been forgotten, my lovelies! I'm just a dumbass. -_- I've got some odds and ends to report. Thought about posting the year-end meme nightengale posted, but not just yet, since I already posted a meme and I TRY to make it a point not to make two meme-only posts in a row. I fail, but I try.I discovered that there is one New Years' Day tradition that - as far as I'm concerned - trumps all other traditions. The Philadelphia Mummers Parade I watched it on TV on New Years' Day after getting fed up at work and going home about two hours early (my supervisors were not there). Holy crap. Picture what would happen if Mardi Gras mixed with Carneval in Rio de Janeiro mixed with COLLEGE DRUM CORPS. The following are links to YouTube videos including some interesting String Band bits from older parades, discovered by my brother. Swashbuckler's Serenade by the Fralinger String Band Starship Fralinger, also by the Fralinger String Band And then this from this year's - Longer clip about the 2007 parade You can find more if you're interested, they're easy to locate. Next year, Dad and I want to go to Philly for this. Definitely beats taking up space on the couch and eating holiday leftovers! Where else can you see potbellied grown men in sequins and feathers doing a poultry-like dance that they'd never be caught doing any other time of the year? |
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You know you've got a problem when someone you quite honestly loathe starts sneaking into your dreams. I've taken steps to curb my own sick urges to peek in and see what said person is up to. I don't really want to know, but my primordial hindbrain wants cold revenge for everything that said person did to my companions, and for a while I was watching for a chance to get some of my own back and pay out the bitchslap they so desperately deserve for hurting me and mine. It became a sick obsession. Which I realized. This is neither my cousin nor my ex. This is very old, in the span of my internet life anyway. I don't talk about this one because I try to make a habit not to talk about this one. Suffice it to say that there's only one person in this world that I will say I hate, without couching it in any terms to make it look less consuming than it is. So, I took steps to make it more difficult for me to watch them. It seems to be working. I'm aware of the blocks I've put in place, therefore I don't watch. I wrote a mean, nasty, vicious letter with all the things I've wanted to say for three years in it, and then - like the people who throw letters away or burn them after doing the same to ex-husbands, dead parents, old girlfriends, - I buried it as deeply as I could without getting rid of it completely. But they're still haunting me. Oh, I triumphed in the dream. Said person arrived at the same party where my family was, along with several yapping fanpoodles and a beefy bruiser on their arm. Beefy bruiser decided to pick a fight with my brother, who kicked his ass. And I got the satisfaction of slamming my dear nemesis up against a wall and slapping them hard enough to send their glasses flying - which I'm not even sure they have. This isn't the first dream. But I do hope that me ending the dream by throwing a nose-crushing punch was the end. The problem is that I dreamed about them at all. I still don't feel vindicated. I won't feel vindicated, I'm sure, until the entire world knows about every lie they've ever told, about every person they've ever hurt, and they cower with the realization, finally, that they are no more special than any other person, no matter how many lies they tell, and are completely abandoned by all of the people they've drawn close with their endless deceit. I know it's not very Christian of me. I'm not unaware of how unhealthy it is. It seems I'm still doing it wrong, no matter how much I try to let it go. |
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It's bad when you're so hungry that the condiments begin to look like viable food sources. I really need to stock up on snacks for the office, since the vending machines are in the ONE BREAKROOM I DON'T KNOW THE PASSCODE TO. =_= First you need to understand the context of my dilemma. Or really, you don't, but it's amusing so you're going to hear about it anyway. I thought, I'm hungry. I'm actually really, really, unusually hungry. And hey, usually there's some sort of cinnamon rolls, muffins, cookies, or other interesting food left in the breakroom. This food - so long as it at is presented in a manner that makes it appear for public consumption (bowl, tray, box, or depending on your scruples, the presentation I like to call "unattended,") enters the public domain and is public property for as long as it lasts. Say, for instance, a tray of coffee cake is left out on the breakroom table with a knife and a chunk missing. Pile of plates/napkins/other tableware optional. This is instantly interpreted as 'available for public consumption.' If, however, there is no tray, and an individual hunk of the same cake is plated, it doesn't matter if that individual serving comes complete with a fork, an origami napkin and a placecard saying "EAT ME" with an appropriate pointing arrow... that cake will sit there until Doomsday. Or until it becomes dry and unpalatable and is then thrown out. I get in earlier than most office folk. This means that the diehards who were here an hour before me have already gotten the coffee pot cracking, but I'm not likely to see any public food until nine or ten. So as 10:45 rolls around, and my stomach begins to express its urgent need for more sustenance than the grapefruit I had for breakfast, it seems like a safe bet that there will be some delicious breakfast edibles laid out. There is, of course, when I inspect the breakroom on the pretense of needing more coffee... a bag of cough drops. While congratulating the donator of said cough drops for his or her ingenuity and tact (there are a plethora of irritating hacking smokers and sufferers of the common cold), I was nonetheless seriously disappointed (and growing hungrier, to the point of desperation). I do not recommend attempting graphic design on an empty stomach. ****CHANNEL FLIP TO ANIMAL PLANET**** British-type Narrator: At this point for the Lesser Purple Jacketed Cubeling, hunger overrides most self-imposed safeties on dignity, and she will enact an entire perimeter sweep of the area for edible foodstuffs. The cubeling keeps her options open, as larger prey will invariably make itself available later in the day and an edible morsel, no matter how small, will give her the means to maintain near-optimum blood sugar levels and continue on her way. It appears that the cubeling has discovered a bowl of condiment packets left by her fellow cubelings and other foraging mammals over the past week. After a few moments of indecision, she stalks and successfully snares two packets of strawberry jam. Cubeling: WOO! British-type Narrator: Quickly, the cubeling retreats to her territory with her fresh kill, where she then sucks them dry out of sight of other cubelings, who may steal them or harass her as she eats. Cubeling: *sluuurp* ****CHANNEL FLIP TO PREVIOUS CHANNEL**** And before you dismiss this as some sort of creative exaggeration on my part? There are two empty jam packets in my trash as proof. I had no toast. I had no crackers. I ate jam, alone, without a spoon, sucked it out of a plastic packet. Squeezed between my hands like an overprotective squirrel. I just pray there's no hidden security camera over my cube. |
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  Where would you fit into a wolf pack? (pics and wolf info in the results)  You would be a beta wolf, next in line after the alpha. Betas are not the leaders, but they're pretty darn close. Second in command, they often share a large part of the responsibility. Their position is highest among the subordinate wolves, but can shift to a lower one if they fail to protect their title (this goes for any rank).You are probably a leader yourself but aren't necessarily the most foreward going in your group. You're a bit more resevered than the "alpha" in your group of friends, but still stay on top of things. You're a gentler leader, right there when needed, and are good at breaking up fights. Take this quiz!  Quizilla | Join | Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code |
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Bit much to cover tonight, but I'll do my best. It's been one heck of a day. I brought Simon home with me to visit the folks, anticipating staying throughout the following week and not wanting to leave him by himself on Christmas. He is, after all, my guardian and my small and stalwart companion, and it seemed unfair to leave him alone, as he so dislikes said state of being. I brought home all of Simon's accoutrement as well - commode, bowls, food, brush, etc. - and set up my room as a sort of safe haven. Simon has been an 'only cat' since parting ways with his littermates three years ago, and I was concerned for both my own cat and the three other cats living with my family. Predictably, when I arrived the swarm of furry residents converged on my room and proceeded to inspect the newcomer in his carrier and his luggage like a trio of four-legged circling sharks. Cosmo - the regal yellow patriarch of the feline contingent - presided with disinterest, although made it clear that Simon was to stay out of his way. Jojo - the Siamese female - continues to declare with spitting and hissing that she isn't having any of it. And Rav - the Bengal tom, who is the only male in the house with testicles intact (with the possible exception of my brother) - coaxed Simon into becoming his playmate after only a few days of anxious staring. Now they regularly chase each other around the house. Simon's a member of the family, as much as if he were my son, my brother or an 'adopted' friend. I watched Ghost Rider. I watched The Bourne Ultimatum. I watched The Da Vinci Code, all for the first time. ( Read more... ) |
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Like Airbender? WATCH THIS OMG I'm not even much of an Airbender fan and this makes me want to watch the series. Like that one SGA vid to "Holding Out For A Hero," this showcases all the awesome and all the fun of the series. It's fast, it holds up well under the rhythm, and the epic bending done to the echoing chorus is one of those addictive things that sticks in your head like a craving for a certain type of chocolate. Just trust me and watch it, 'kay? SRSLY. Oh. And just for the record: I LIVE. |
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I have the cramps from hell and cannot sleep. Waiting for exhaustion to kick in. So I bring you this AMC vid that I found while searching for info for a fic. This is why I still. STILL. In spite of EVERYTHING. Ship Ryan and Kendall like gangbusters. There's so much history between them, lots of cool shit and lots of bad shit and I still remember them playing video games together in the hotel room. They just OWN, that's all. If Kendall can't have Ryan, then I choose NONE of the other girls vying for his affection. Aiden can have him, because slashing Aiden DeVane and Ryan Lavery would be no more or less OOC than some of the other romances with the girls who've been smished together with either of them separately. ( vid link ahoy ) C'moooon, AMC. Nothing's permanent until you're dead, and even then, God makes |
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Well, heh, the apocalypse hits tonight at midnight. If you don't hear from me after tonight, either pack up blowdryers and electric blankets and head for the middle of the country, or think of me fondly, and not as the block of ice I've inevitably become. Actually, I'll be just fine. Neither my heat nor my stove are electric, so should the inch of ice they're forecasting actually hit, and knocks out the power, I'll have heat. I went out tonight to pick up a few necessary things, and was just weirded out by the amount of people with the same idea. I wasn't surprised, just creepy crawly. I like people, don't get me wrong, but there had to be several hundred people in there, and part of me was just going get it off me, get it off me. That was just Wal-Mart. When I got to the grocery store, and saw the loaded parking lot, I decided that I had enough food to last me for however long it's going to take my area to thaw. Ugh, I'm gonna have to get home before Thursday and get the inflatable mattresses. I had so much shit to schlepp this weekend, what with all the ornaments and decorations that I completely missed those. I hate being an adult. Now, instead of looking at a winter ice storm and going "OMG YES NO SCHOOL" I look at the forecast and go "PLZ GO AWAY KTHX." Note: big difference between ice- and snow-storm. Me? I can apparently drive in a snowstorm. Mickey and me, we've got it down. I need sandbags for the back end though. He was doing some serious fishtailing off the stoplights. Or maybe snowtires. Snowtires for a Yaris ftw. XD My Christmas tree has been assembled and decorated. It took me for-freaking-ever to decide what ornament to put on first. Because that, for me, is A Big Deal, and I'm not home with my folks, so the decision was not already made. My tree is mostly composed of carousel horses, rocking horses, more carousel horses, a few reindeer, a green m&m, and did I mention the carousel horses? Every year, my mom always bought my brother and I a special ornament apiece, since we were very small. We also received ornaments from friends and family, or made them ourselves, and as the collections grew, we needed our own boxes to put them in. This year, for the first time, I got a chance to put it into action, to see just how much was there. I bought a box of balls (unbreakable plastic) just in case I needed to fill in the holes. But I don't need them. They're still in their box. This year I can step back and look at MY tree, MY ornaments, my memories and my life on every branch, and I owe it to my mother's ingenuity and forethought. Simon, of course, is doing his best to un-decorate it when I'm not looking. I'm still amused by how he managed to physically remove one of the lowest branches and laid it on the tree skirt for me to find when I came home. If I'm stranded at home tomorrow, I think I may make bread again. I have enough components for two more loaves. Not that my kitchen needs heating, but that'll definitely help out. Oh, and don't forget about the Birth of the Firebringer Read-A-Long! :D *plugplugshamelessplug* I have a strange desire to find some way to celebrate Winter Solstice this year. It seems important. Thank you for this Jim Brickman album, Sorcha. It is breathtaking. |
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Today we're starting our book discussion on Birth of the Firebringer, by Meredith Ann Pierce, and anyone who wants to come hang out and watch or chime in is welcome! If you aren't already a member of the Vale, you're welcome to join, but be extra sure you read through our FAQ before you do. Guide Post is here How It Works Every two weeks, starting December 9, 2007, we'll be reading a chapter (or two) from Meredith Ann Pierce's Birth of the Firebringer novel. On Sunday, every two weeks, one of the Read-A-Long guides will open a new discussion thread and you're free to begin discussing the next chapter! Read the chapter currently open for discussion, and start sharing your thoughts, reactions, opinions... whatever pops into your head. That's all it takes, no extra parts, no batteries needed. :) The Reading Calendar A reading calendar for the book has been put together for you to access at any time. You can find a printable PDF version as well as a JPG version here in the Documents Section. They're not necessary to have in order to participate, but they might give you a better grasp of dates and time frames. Hopefully they won't clash with any of your personal activities! In addition, there'll be a list of dates typed up here as well. Naturally, to make sure everyone has fun, there's got to be a few of these... Guidelines: 1. The discussion threads will stay open for two weeks. Nobody will stop you from commenting afterward, of course, but the majority of the readers will have moved on to the next chapter and you may not get any feedback. 2. You can comment as you read. You don't have to finish the chapter first. You can also comment as soon as the thread's open. 3. Play fair, play nice. Allow others to have their opinions. If you disagree with someone, keep it respectful. 4. Stay on topic, stay on the chapter. Please don't jump ahead. Many of us probably aren't reading the book for the first time, but it's just good manners not to run on ahead of everyone else. Do try and stay on topic. Tangents Happen and that's totally fine, but try to keep in mind what the purpose of the thread is and stay close to the subject matter. 5. If you cite a quote or passage directly, please let us know where it is. Page numbers are good, plus tell us what version of the book you have - year of publication, cover illustration, that sort of thing. Same thing goes for if you cite either another Internet or book source - link us to it or tell us where we can find it. 6. Don't be afraid to speak up! This is an open forum and we won't bite. If you saw it differently than someone else, say so! I've read the book many times and I'm still finding new perspectives. I want to hear yours, and I want you to enjoy yourselves! Your Helpful Guides: Scylla Losmios Kahain Again, the Read-A-Long Guide Post is here. Can't find Birth of the Firebringer in your area? Your bookstore may not stock it, but it's definitely still in print! I'll have some ideas later on about how to get hold of a copy. Remember, the book will probably be in your local store's young adult book section. Cross-posted to my dA journal |
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So I feel like I should stop lurking and update this thing. The past few months seem to have been a time for rediscovery and settling in. So many small things that would have made a few dozen good blog entries got lost amid juggling lots of tasks. I've got cable television now. I don't get to watch it much, but when I watch it, I honestly enjoy the luxury and the respite. Life has changed so much, when I used to loathe it and camp out before it for hours at a stretch. I've rediscovered the radio. I, in my utterly unabashed love of Christmas, am tickled to discover my favorite radio station playing nothing but holiday tunes right up until the 25th. There are nights when I prefer to have that on as I work at something else, rather than the television. It's soothing, and I feel more focused. I like it because the music is completely out of my control, and I can write while it's on, unlike when I have my own playlist running on the computer. Cable television (I'm rambling, aren't I?): Food Network. A show called "Everyday Italian" featuring a woman named Giada De Laurentis and omg, I would so hit that. I have two girlcrushes, one being Marisa Tomei, the other being Giada De Laurentis (I've since given up on Trinity... I think she's more Tristan's type than mine. Or... something). No, I don't watch it for her (or I don't watch it just for her), I watch it for the incredible food. The recipes are on the website and this stuff looks like something I could actually do with my limited counter space and cooking implements. Someday I plan to have a butcher-block island in my kitchen, where I can artfully arrange a thick wedge of Parmigiano Reggiano and a handful of vine-ripened tomatoes that I actually grew. Someday I will have a kitchen that is larger than my bedroom. And the walls will be warm amber and the lighting will be recessed. People will want to come visit me just to hang out in my kitchen. Yes. ( Read more... ) |
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Cell phone pictures just weren't cutting it, so I nicked my brother's digital camera for an afternoon and took a few pictures of Simon. He's restless and hard to pose, so most of the shots I took were blurry. That and my apartment isn't the most attractive backdrop - although there are some pretty plays of light. This way to teh Simon Gallery How am I posting this in the middle of the day? The painkillers just kicked in, so I can move. Flu ftw. -_- |
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| 12:20am 24/10/2007 | |||
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Behold my 733t drawing skills. Goddammit, Marik did NOT turn out the way I hoped they'd go at all. And I'm getting tired of waiting. I think I've waited and been patient more than most normal people do at...two-thirty in the morning? Greg." "You weren't sleeping. Your cell phone is always on loud and you keep it on your nightstand. You set your voicemail to pick up Stephen King for the next book. :D Salem's Lot. OMG. [That uh...yeah. I could believe that was me at 12:30 at night. XD http://www.livejournal.com/misc/autopos |
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