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zhieIt's always amusing when I'm in this state of altered consciousness brought about by cold medication and then come up with the brilliant idea of putting fingers to keyboard and writing.
I can see the Elf-muses now, cringing behind the tree, hoping that perhaps the first chapter of UF2 comes back from Chanur and they can come out of hiding. Then again, I know enough not to edit, so they're screwed either way.
Example: I was medicated while writing the stuffing story. 'Nuff said.
Firstly, though, my thumb has fallen asleep. I appreciate that my other fingers haven't succombed to the peer pressure of the obvious oaf of the finger community and all fallen asleep together. Wakefulness! they should, as if it's some sort of revolution, and perhaps, it is.
The war wagon lived up to its name this morning, plowing over a mountainous snow drift as if it were merely a pile of sand, except it wouldn't have done well on sand, so maybe it was just a pile of easily movable swiss cheese slices. Damn, I want swiss cheese now. Paving the way for the smaller, less beastial automobiles to escape from the lot before the dreaded plow of doom reached it. But, the plow of doom was already there, so I'm not sure how... um.. moving along...
If you have not seen the work of ani_mama then go now. Go now and weep at the beauty. Okay, maybe not weep... squee. Go now and squee at the beauty. Just go look. It's always a treat to view her works, though by the time I arrive, all of the good adjectives have been taken and I feel stupid about leaving a comment that simply replicates the sentiments of the above viewers. I even love the ones where I don't know who the hell the characters are. There was one with these guys on a ship.. no clue who they are or where they came from, but the art is gorgeous no matter what.
Maybe instead of writing, I'll go draw instead. Ah, the muses have relaxed slightly, but not completely.
There's something scratching on the porch. I'm hoping it's a squirrel and not the rogue raccoon who likes to climb the building.
I would like to take the new laptop in today and have them fix it, but I fear my utter lack of coherency may not aid me in that quest. That, and the thought of an hour in the car producing technicolored phelm isn't all that appealing at the moment. I can't even bribe myself with the possibility of custard or cheesecake at the end of the trip, since I am well aware of dairy being the strongest ally to nasty ass colds.
My lesson plans for tomorrow are going to be.. interesting to say the least.
This is a good point for me to stop. The Elves are pensive, the cat is snuggly, and I need to.. do something other than this. Until my next dose, I remain...
Zhie, something something tra la la
I can see the Elf-muses now, cringing behind the tree, hoping that perhaps the first chapter of UF2 comes back from Chanur and they can come out of hiding. Then again, I know enough not to edit, so they're screwed either way.
Example: I was medicated while writing the stuffing story. 'Nuff said.
Firstly, though, my thumb has fallen asleep. I appreciate that my other fingers haven't succombed to the peer pressure of the obvious oaf of the finger community and all fallen asleep together. Wakefulness! they should, as if it's some sort of revolution, and perhaps, it is.
The war wagon lived up to its name this morning, plowing over a mountainous snow drift as if it were merely a pile of sand, except it wouldn't have done well on sand, so maybe it was just a pile of easily movable swiss cheese slices. Damn, I want swiss cheese now. Paving the way for the smaller, less beastial automobiles to escape from the lot before the dreaded plow of doom reached it. But, the plow of doom was already there, so I'm not sure how... um.. moving along...
If you have not seen the work of ani_mama then go now. Go now and weep at the beauty. Okay, maybe not weep... squee. Go now and squee at the beauty. Just go look. It's always a treat to view her works, though by the time I arrive, all of the good adjectives have been taken and I feel stupid about leaving a comment that simply replicates the sentiments of the above viewers. I even love the ones where I don't know who the hell the characters are. There was one with these guys on a ship.. no clue who they are or where they came from, but the art is gorgeous no matter what.
Maybe instead of writing, I'll go draw instead. Ah, the muses have relaxed slightly, but not completely.
There's something scratching on the porch. I'm hoping it's a squirrel and not the rogue raccoon who likes to climb the building.
I would like to take the new laptop in today and have them fix it, but I fear my utter lack of coherency may not aid me in that quest. That, and the thought of an hour in the car producing technicolored phelm isn't all that appealing at the moment. I can't even bribe myself with the possibility of custard or cheesecake at the end of the trip, since I am well aware of dairy being the strongest ally to nasty ass colds.
My lesson plans for tomorrow are going to be.. interesting to say the least.
This is a good point for me to stop. The Elves are pensive, the cat is snuggly, and I need to.. do something other than this. Until my next dose, I remain...
Zhie, something something tra la la
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Date: 2007-12-02 05:12 pm (UTC)And yeah, ani_mama always does something lovely, no mater what fandom she draws
*Hugs you*
~Dark
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Date: 2007-12-02 06:28 pm (UTC)Hope you feel better soon!
*hugs*
WN