A reworking, part the third

Her expression speaks to me. More specifically, it says "you know you want to set aside your actual work and finish painting me."

And to that I say, "shut up, Lady."

>:|

A reworking, part the second

The lady won't leave me be; it's as simple as that.

And the season takes hold...

It's five in the morning and I'm tearing the place apart in search of some Sculpey to make costume bits with.

It's gonna be one of those nights.


(...I know I put it around here somewhere...)

A reworking

Ms. Kos continues to enjoy her recently re-acquired position as paramount figment of my imagination--so here's a cropped reworking of an old sketch of her.

She appears to have filched Mebby's cloak and added runes to it.

"You *know* what you did!"

Five words that modern parenting and schooling would be better off without, I assure you. To this day, I'm convinced that my seventh grade teacher kicked me out of her classroom for randomly sighing heavily, but I'll never know the real reason, because like a great many other authority figures who like playing mind games, she never saw fit to tell me. And like a great many other authority figures, she got away with this bullshit because there was no one in a position of power around to tell her to knock it off and do her job. Hell, even my own mother has pulled this stunt at least once*, and I generally stand by her parenting methods.

Near as I can figure, there are two reasons people do this:

1. You're a bunch of lazy bastards who can't be arsed to take a minute to explain what the kid did to offend your sensibilities so.

2. You know that kids are devious little bastards who've probably done a dozen similarly bad things within the past few hours, and you hope that by saying "you KNOW what you did!", you might be able to get them to confess to several others that you haven't found out about yet.

Number two, by the way, never works--or rather, for every time that it does, there are about a hundred kids wondering what the hell they're being punished for. And yet the people disciplining them are surprised when they do it again, or slink around behind their backs in fear of seemingly random wrath.

And people are surprised when I tell them that I never want to be a kid again. Hah!


*No, I am not saying what I suspect it was for. See point #2.

Post-Cleaning Grumpery

Cleaning has ceased for the time being. The worst of it is done; now it's more a matter of finding a place to *put* everything. As a result, I'd like to ask the world at large to stop giving me things that take up space. I've made this request before, and it's gone largely unnoticed. This is why I dislike Christmas so much: I don't want anything.

Except food and computer upgrades. Heh.

Presently on my to-do list:

• Get a chair. This new bed is glorious but I cannot type or game at this relative height.
• Cull the remaining hoard of shite. I do not care if someone just got me something; if I have no use for it, it has no place here. Space is more valuable.
• Throw away my bloody CD jewel cases. Honestly, what are they even good for?
  
• Finally cash in on Tak's offer of computer upgrades. Will very likely pitch in myself and get a new setup altogether; something in this one is dying, and that simply will not do.
• Install and figure out how to use Illustrator. Har har.
• Finish the two active commissions I have and take the one waiting in the wings.
• Move the stuff in this room around. Remember what I said about needing a chair? There's nowhere to put one right now. *grumble*

And to think that I laughed when they said that Capricorns started off as packrats and then threw everything away for the sake of minimalism later on...

My Phone is Filing a Restraining Order

I've several things to mention:

Firstly, that Abney Park's "She" is a delightfully bittersweet and utterly addictive bit of music.

Secondly, that there is no greater hilarity in WoW than staging an excursion and making one's way into the ruins of Dire Maul in character, right down to unlocking the doors... and then getting a faceful of wall and an "additional instances cannot be launched at this time". Can't speak for Ms. Kos' colleague, but I was dying of laughter.

Finally, I've been cleaning for about twelve hours. Some notes regarding the highlights of the evening:


9:30 P.M. - Mothers are greeting dishes in much the same fashion as one does a friend they've not seen in years.

10 P.M. - Had to explain that the loud thumping noises emanating from the basement were a result of my beating clothes against the washer to get the dust off prior to washing. In retrospect, am contemplating doing laundry on a slightly more regular basis.

12:30 A.M. - ShopVac attempted to eat a fingerless glove. Have administered Heimlich and am now chastising it for poor dietary habits.

1 A.M. - ShopVac has made a second attempt at fellating the phone cord. Fairly certain that the phone cord was not particularly happy about this, going by what sounded like a high-pitched shriek of horror.

1:15 A.M. - ...that had better have been a shriek of horror.