KIR: DON'T YOU PUT THOSE THERE. THEY DON'T LIKE EACH OTHER.
HIRU: .......they're scrolls.

GUYS

NEIL GAIMAN

ON THE COLBERT REPORT

.........SERIOUSLY WHAT COULD BE BETTER :D

[EDIT] NATION, HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE A MAN WHO CAN QUOTE LARGE PORTIONS OF BOMBADIL SONGS.

Er, I mean, I am in bed asleep and certainly not refreshing Colbert Nation until the new episode shows up, or drawing goings on in my head.

Incidentally, Tina, Hiru's REALLY MAD at this whole lovechild thing. XD

So apparently Tol's one great crush on a girl was purely intellectual and based on her being able to fix her own forgeries.

Which I discovered through Hiru randomly being a total bitch in Full Circle and rapid-shuffling Glamours in Tol's general direction, trying to get him to admit that he found whichever Glamour attractive.

I DO NOT EVEN KNOW ANY MORE. >_>;;;

[EDIT] NO, WAIT, AZRA IS WHERE GOLEMS COME FROM. AND THIS IS WHY TOL LOVES HER.

(Strangely, those two sentences make perfect sense in my head.)

1) I can has Voltaren anti-inflammatory medication.
2) I can has ultrasound next Wednesday to see if I need anti-inflam injeections.
3) I can has clothes shopping. D: DO NOT WANT.
4) I can has cutting clothes shopping short due to hand pain. (I CAN HAS LONELY BENEFIT OF ALL THIS CRAP.)
5) ...I can has read Kushiel's Dart mebbe nao?

[EDIT] Oh, and, excerpt from clothes shopping.

MUM: *nattering away about ridiculous frilly junk I'd never wear*
ME: *zoning out* So, Hiru, you're good with fashion. See anything useful?
HIRU: *points at faded black-denim pink-highlights hot pants*
ME: ............for me, darling, not you. Also, this is the women's section.

I still haven't worked out why those shorts were in David Jones.

[EDIT] omg elbow is coming to brisbane and danielle is getting me a ticket and afhdsjfadjljkghfjadkslfhgjk

ME: *lying in bed glaring at the far wall and sullenly failing to sleep*
ME: Could be writing right now.
ME: Could be writing the rest of the NaNo fic.
ME: Could be writing Xolotl giving birth. How is that going to go down, exactly, with the tearing and the gnawing their way out and the foetuses that didn't make it because of their siblings' poison?

At which point, Xolotl clearly took it upon himself to cheer me up with crack.

XOLOTL: *gives birth painfully to three living children and about half a dozen half-developed corpses*
XOLOTL: OH, KIDS. *EMO WITH HORMONES AND DRUGS* OH, OH, DEAD KIDS.
CIORRNAICH: Th-there, there, it's all going to be o--
XOLOTL: *starts eating them*
ME: *CRACKS UP LAUGHING*

Now I realise why the grumpiness wouldn't go away - I'd sent all my characters to Tina today so I could concentrate, and forgot to tell them to come back.

COME BACK, MY BABIES, ALL IS FORGIVEN. ♥ ♥ ♥ Just, uh, Ciorrnaich, if you are going to throw up, do it outside, baby, 'kay?

[EDIT] I REALISE THIS PROBABLY ISN'T FUNNY TO ANYONE ELSE BUT IT WAS LIKE COMFORT EATING AT A WHOLE NEW AND VERY STRANGE LEVEL AND IT WAS HILARIOUS, OKAY.

So last night the girls and I dedicated some time to working out what I could possibly wring 50 000 words out of in the next five days.

( Tina should be happy with the results. )

Are you scared yet, Tina? Tina?

Yo, dudes! :D I found my friend code. It's 5327-4270-8609 for Mario Kart Wii. Haven't checked Brawl yet, but I'll let you know when I do. We should race together sometime!

Also, one of my latest hatchlings grew its wings... another girl. XD I named her Jikokuten. Incidentally, I am way too in love with Hardin. I suspect this is no surprise.

Trying to decide what I should put on the header for this layout. (By which I mean, I cannot decide whether to do people from Crystal Coast, retarded Xolotl/Ciorrnaich retardery, or other things.) Suggestions welcome.

Must stop having hilariously retarded Xolotl/Ciorrnaich mental images. They must make me look insane.

I begin sketching in an attempt to wake up my mind. I end up with Sanga, curled up in a ball, furious and grieving, and I have no idea how he got that way.

"BABY," I shriek. "BABY, WHAT IS WRONG."

I panic at Tina in chat. I fling myself at Sanga trying to work out what is wrong. Hiru flings himself at Sanga trying to figure out what is wrong. Sanga remains distressingly unhappy, and when I wail that this is hardly the time, Hiru just looks at me like I should take myself on a long walk off the nearest short pier.

About fifteen minutes later I work out he is crying over Risette. He starts looking happy despite himself. I work out that he is crying over the day Risette faded so far that she couldn't speak.

He cheers up immediately, and just gives me this look. "Where's the trust?" says the look. "When am I ever not helpful?"

And I really have to agree. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 I love my baby. I love my baby so much. He gives me logical characterisation directions in pantomime. XD Now there is more tension to his interactions with Tol! My baby is a genius. ♥

Directions: Pick 10 characters from a certain fandom, arrange or write their names down in random order, then answer the questions. No peeking at the questions first, okay?

Unseelie Court	Seelie Court
1. Liquor 2. Sanga 3. Kondekir 4. Ciorrnaich 5. Aundin 6. Lovelily 7. Landre 8. Xolotl 9. Hiru 10. Risette	1. Hiru 2. Loganaich 3. Kagami 4. Skeff 5. Bess (Bespoke) 6. Auberon 7. Eodranaich 8. Titania 9. Ciorrnaich 10. Mother Fa

( Questions. )


Sorry to ignite and howl_for_words - my net has been flipflopping strangely, and since I'm about to go to bed I figured I'd just sign off.

[EDIT] Things that happen in my head just before sleep happens:

HIRU: You know...
ME: msdfhdhdjs, what? What?
HIRU: Lovelily is a flower.
ME: Yes? So? What's your. Oh. Oh. ....ohhhhhhhh....
HIRU: Mmm.
ME: Well, that's interesting.
HIRU: I thought so.
ME: ...you're kind of a whore now, huh.
HIRU: I learned from the best.
SANGA: THIS WAS NOT THE INTENT BEHIND THE TEACHING. D:

ME: ...hey, Ciorrnaich. What happened to Fa Li?
CIORRNAICH: Who?
XOLOTL: YESSSSSSSSJFSDJFSDHFD, I mean, uh, shit.

And then he ran away from Ciorrnaich. XD

My head = what the flying fuck.

[EDIT] And then Ciorrnaich decided a tango was in order. I will be coming back to this and making Ciorrnaich look less retarded and also less pervy (probably) but I just wanted to say that I love Xolotl. XD I love Xolotl SO MUCH. I do not wish he had a plot, really, but... I WISH HE HAD A PLOT. *will write retarded side-comics about him instead of novels*

GO HERE NOW.

DOWNLOAD THIS REMIX.

THEN CLAP THE FUCK ALONG.

IT IS THE MACARENA AND THE CHOCOBO THEMES.

fjdhfjsdhsj GREAT REMIX OR GREATEST REMIX.

[EDIT]

In other news, tainted4life is writing Chocarena fic set in F&F!verse and we are possibly never allowed to talk to each other ever again because we have entirely too much fun.

And I think Hiru now has a vague fluttering interest in guardian-butterflying Vinseth.

But that is just too hilarious to contemplate.

So at eight o' clock I decided writing was a lost cause and decided I would go to bed.

But it was too hot to sleep so I started reading the OzLit book for tomorrow.

And I was just getting into that when I discovered that I felt like writing again, so I've picked up a notebook and started blabbing, Hiru-style. He's such a snitty little thing, oh Hiru, I love you when you are young and easily offended maybe even more than I like you when you are a snitty experienced bitch-queen of ultimate despair.

And as soon as I started getting into that I went back to the internet.

Am I just stupid, or do I have some kind of fucking disease? XD; I really am tired and I really do feel like writing - why is it only when exhausted to the point of retardedness that my characters drape themselves over my headspace and start saying, "So... like... got a pen handy?"

ME: Noooooooooooodjfjhsjdfj okay hang on just one second--
CHARACTER: In my youth...
ME: I SAID HANG ON ONE SECOND. *scrambling for pen*

Wooooo! One scene down!

.............yeah, shut up. :( This was meant to be online yesterday and I have four thousand words to go. Watch me cry.

(On the bright side, the boring stuff is done with. And now I get to play with Hiru!vision and see how much I can keep secret from the reader over the course of a novel by having Hiru go LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAA LA right over the top of significant details.)

[EDIT] Except that apparently writing Hiru without Sanga is like PINEAPPLE WITHOUT THE WHIPPED CREAM. It loses its chime! It loses its whirligig! And therefore Jesus has cheeseless pizza. :(

(Also: Xolotl is a FROGGERAPTOR FUCKIN' NINJA. He has webbed feet and velociraptor claws! What the shit is this about! MY HEADSPACE = FUCKING AWESOME.)

[EDIT] .....I love Looking for Group. ^_^

(BOOM DE YADA BOOM DE YADA BOOM DE YADA BOOM DE YADA...)

( Proof that my siblings are adorable. )

( And a special cut for Xolotl and Ciorrnaich. )

...damn. Now I want to write the full song to that. >_>; Well, they've never been diplomats, / and they've not fucked any, either; / they won't dance together 'cause Xolotl will not dance at all! / They have neither of them married; / they are neither of them willing, / and they've never had sex up against a wall~~~!

Also? There is no way to write about Tol's dagger without feeling like I am writing about someone's cock. This is hilarious, and also kind of embarrassing.

All I can see when I look at this is Eodranaich and Loganaich, which I suspect means that kuchibue's next job is to design Flamenco accourtrements for Hiru.

(Sanga can't do it. He'd fall over his feet, and he knows it, and at the moment? He's kind of horribly sad. XD Not that Hiru has the stomp for it, either, really. XD Landre might be good, but I suspect she'd turn it into something closer to the Haka... just possibly with less tongue. And you don't know how weird it is to type anything in relation to Landre with less tongue. Even though Sanga and Xolotl are technically the tonguey o-- oh, fuck me. Now Xolotl is doing it. HOW CAN XOLOTL DO IT. XOLOTL HAS FROG FEET. ASDFHSLJ, TINA, I HATE YOU SO MUCH. D:)

....no, wait. I feel better now. XD

And these two are things you'd probably be interested in, too, Tina-chan. <3

[EDIT] I think my favourite part of any native dance is the intimidation tactic of widening the eyes. :3 Seriously. It rocks.

In WriPub today, the tutor had us make a writing plan - not what we had to write, as I tend to make, but when we intended to have certain things publishable by.

Despite my flailings about the number of universes that exist in my head, it has been a vague worry for some time now that once I've written the stories in those 'verses, that'll be it. No more ideas. What if I never write again. It never bore thinking about.

Having thought about it, and laid it out, and factored in the time involved, I'll probably last until I'm about fifty on these ideas alone.

Which makes my life seem much less empty and terrifying.

(You would think narrowing your life down to thirteen novels and assorted people would actually make life more-so, but apparently not.)

[EDIT]

There is a warm fuzzy glow in realising that you would rather work on your own novel than read the feel-good mush which had previously captured your attention. :3 I... I love AtM. I really, really love it. It is my baby. It is full of my babies. I am going to work out my vampires if it is the last thing that I do and none of them will be scintillating until I give in to the urge to draw/write hilarious omake Auberon/Malus.

[EDIT]

( A paraphrased conversation with Skeff, who is discovering uses for hormones. )

Plans for today:
- hunt out new icons
- wash sheets and towel
- clean shower and sink
- study new kanji
- revise old kanji and unfamiliar adjectives
- thrash out owen/yuriko plot possibilities
- thrash out political plot possibilities
- make some decision re. above
- find the dragon quote for project
- read more 1988
- DO NOT FINISH VIRTU
- DO NOT GO TO WORK :D :D :D
- try to remember where the hell you were up to in Nabari no Ou


Do you know what I have really been noticing lately? What I have really been noticing lately is that people use 'less' and 'fewer' incorrectly. A LOT. Fewer objects, less substance, people. Mostly you can even decide by whether or not you need to use the plural form of your noun or not! ...not that many people seem to have a handle on that, either, really...

(It's just been jumping out at me a lot, lately, particularly in the middle of conversations, and I really have to stop myself from correcting people, because I know that's really fucking annoying. But by the same token... do they just not know? Do they not care? It pains me.)

In other news, went to bed earlier than usual. Still didn't sleep properly, but slept better than Thursday night, and woke up exhausted at around half seven, thinking it must surely be later than that and I should probably get up. So, I got up. Then I realised it was just getting to eight, and promptly crawled back into bed... but I was too awake already to go back to sleep, despite my grogginess, so that's all on the sleep front until at least 6pm this evening. Maybe. I think I could pretty happily attempt to sleep from 4pm through to midday tomorrow, but that discounts my ability to not-sleep properly for weeks on end before I collapse in a heap and sleep for fourteen hours in a row.

...given that I just drew Hiru like he's stumbled out of bed and is quite prepared to scratch himself, turn around and go the hell back, I may actually attempt that 4pm thing. When Hiru isn't coming out prim and pretty, you know there is a problem. XD

(Although now he is bemoaning his spine, so this may not actually have anything to do with me.)


[EDIT] WHERE ARE THE FOOTROT FLATS ICONS. SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE INTERNET.

Also, I don't know why I bothered to pick an icon for this post, considering that I am planning on deleting them all and going again from scratch. What, brain. What.

[EDIT] Hiru only semes part-time. (Wow, photobucket has a lot of neat editing tools for those of us who are too lazy to download GIMP. :D And those of us too lazy to find the Mac installation disc for our printer/scanners who decide to use our cameras instead! Awesome!)

...LOVE.
THE KIND YOU CLEAN UP WITH A MOP AND BUCKET.
LIKE THE LOST CATACOMBS OF EGYPT,
ONLY GOD KNOWS WHERE WE STUCK IT.
HEIROGLYPHICS.
LET ME BE PACIFIC: I WANNA BE DOWN IN YOUR SOUTH SEAS,
BUT I GOT THIS NOTION THAT THE MOTION OF YOUR OCEAN MEANS
SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY.




(Sanga is now wide awake and ready to provide the world with Omega 3. Thankyou, chat. Really. I needed this. XD)

Because I needed a goddamn Sanga icon, and now I have one. :D

[EDIT] And to give this post something a little more... uh... content-ish... a meme, stolen from everyone and their dog.

1. It begins with a list of all 26 letters of the alphabet.
2. Comment with something you want me to talk about that starts with one of those letters. Choose whatever letters. I don't care which ones.
3. One topic per letter.
4. I will make a new post talking about all 26 topics given to me!

( Even if nobody else sings along~! )

[EDIT] Oh, god, teacupscientist - Neil Gaiman thinks the weeping angels are #3 on a list of top ten New Classic Monsters. XD (And Tooms from The X-Files is #7. Why only #7? That guy freaks me the fuck out. XD)

Hmm. Speaking of monsters, I wonder what is happening with Being Human?

So I was reading Garfield Minus Garfield and I came across the strip in this icon and the following happened in my head.

Ash: You could do that on Sticks.
Sanga: You could do it with your tongue.
Ash: *explodes of general mortification*

At least I don't need him coherent to write with at the moment. *facemash*