a++ would smuggle into space again

You guys, you guys! I got podficced! By the EXTREMELY excellent luzula, whose voice is just so crunchy and wonderful. She did On the Initial Conditions of a Partnership (Amram/Zelikman) and Lovelace and Babbage vs. the Christmas Death Spider from Beyond the Atlantic, a title I regret making up now that I have to type it out one more time (Lovelace and Babbage). They're both wonderful. I love the first one best, partially because of the way she says "Amram" and partially because she has this lyrical style and it works very well (see also: her reading of fahye's Tempest fic "Genesis" and sinope's Ravens in Winter.)

I signed up for dark_agenda's chromatic character fest, where you rewrite a canonically white character as chromatic and then deal with the consequences. It's 500 words or more and low-pressure, so y'all should sign up.

( and now, a painting what I did on the computer )

Emma draws ... and draws ... and draws ... Image-heavy like nobody's business.



( this term's crop of 'notes' )

I woke up this morning to discover that I'd drawn ( rosalind & combeferre )

in the middle of the night. I have only the vaguest, most distant memories of doing so; most of them involve me going "damn, who should the other person be? Um. I. Doesn't look like Courfeyrac... Doesn't look like Grantaire... Has breasts..."

It's -- um -- a metatextual commentary on the union of the split gender in my personal psyche, the woman who dresses up and boozes like a man and the man who is sweet and tender as in the feminine stereotype!

Not at all a gratuitous excuse to make a joke about Grantaire in drag.

Plus, ( Meligot in repose )

So homework has, with no ceremony whatsoever, made me her bitch. That's okay, but it means that I haven't been online recently, and it means that I will probably continue to be not-online for a long time.

Woe.

On the other hand, to pass the time in my one class of total tedium I've been heavily decorating the cover to my assignment notebook with Metric lyrics and illustrations. It now has every patch of space filled in with all the lyrics to Live it Out, plus things like zombie arms, ribbons turning into roads, hot chicks in nurse outfits, and winged exit signs. This probably says more about my psyche than it should. But, ahaha! I am ... triumphant in my boredom in Spanish class! C'est finite, unless that's not how you say it. Scans forthcoming, since I promised them.

Uploaded My Wandering Days Are Over for the Italian Cousin last night, and then remembered that I'd uploaded it the night before for Sares, because I am smart. Here's the link for all of you, to put some substance into this post.

Also, the other day, by which I mean last week, I made an iconpost which Heidi immediately trumped with a much prettier iconpost, so go wander over to posticonic if you find yourself with free time!

I've rebooted! I am a re-boot-ee.

nextian. Profile-banner updates coming.

Er. And now my paid account is running out in ten days, and I won't be able to use this layout, but hey. *grins*

A few more sketches, fanart again of course. This one's of Dion:
( Aw, lookit him! )

And Arawn, this one is bad but it fits in with the theme.

( I'm mad as hell and I'm not gonna take it any more! )

Finally: One of the twins looking at the Heart. I personally think Arawn, but he's not being threatening or anything, so it might be Dion.

( It is the heart of this place, and it is dying. )

And I was vastly entertained.



I mean, dude. A Wacom Tablet! Why have I never seen this before?

I live in a street with one end closed off in the back, so that it forms a little alley. In the back of the alley was this fence completely and totally covered with ivy. This ivy's been there since before I moved in, almost eleven years ago. Yesterday, they CUT IT DOWN. I trotted out into the alley after it was finished, little suspecting this treachery. I turned around and just stood there, when I saw it, gaping like a looney. (A very depressed looney, it goes without saying.)

It's like going merrily to Jerusalem, traveling to the Western Wall of the Temple (better known as the Wailing Wall), and finding a standard brick wall with a sign attached saying "Renovations coming!"

Not that I am being melodramatic about it or anything.

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In other news! Am planning to enter a "dollz" contest, on xandorra.co.uk, so prepared my entry last night.

http://www.geocities.com/rainydaze1988/dollplutonium.gif

I quite like it. Took me only an hour or two, but it is in fact halfway decent. Feedback?

I finished the first chapter of my *cough* "novel", too. Yay me!