Things What Be Happening

[bloodyrosemccoy]

Bulletry!

• Charlie the Putty Tat is slowly getting used to my having moved her room downstairs. She’s back on the foot of my her bed, and hardly ever runs for her life when the air conditioner comes on anymore.
• Sadly, the room used to belong to her sister, Fern, who is much less polite—and a lot filthier, even with the recent bath. Ol’ Thundercat has tried sleeping on my bed, in my hamper, in the dolls’ bed, and on top of my shoes, and she knocks things over and barks a lot,* so I now have a closed-door policy.
• In a somewhat related story, the allergies are restless.  My eyes are leaky and sore, and my nose is starting to follow suit. So are the knees, which seem to be the congregation point for whatever crud I get.

Joann’s had a Labor Day weekend sale, and so I have spent the last few days in a frenzy of stuffmaking:

• Doll Stuff of course, remains entertaining. I’m working on clothes, including Kyouko’s school uniform and costumes for this year’s upcoming Halloween epic photostory. The costume I made ultimately went ker-fail, but I know why and will kick its ASS next time around. I’m also making Summer’s new hearing aid.
• Got some beadwork stuff to play with, including warm-tone wires like brass and copper. Silver’s nice, but give me orange, red, and yellow any day.
• Been eyeing a stack of T-shirts and fabric paint I’ve had sitting around. I’m trying to work out a really fancy design for a shirt with multiple conscripts on it, see.

In news from the world inside my head:

• Dweiji ran into the Princess** in the Chop Shop and, to my surprise, took an instant liking to her. The two are now a Mismatched Pair.
• Loke and Ghil are on the road to reconciliation as they explore the intricacies of interspecies betrayals, redemption, blame, and courtesy, by which I mean they get to watch a mob tear somebody’s head off. Naturally, there is healing all around.
• Triskale has just explained his credo—an exciting presentation on why he felt it obligatory to become a serial killer. The speech could have been enhanced by Powerpoint, but hey, you work with what you’ve got.

*Yes, barks. Thundercat’s not quite able to go “Woof,” but she tries.

**I haven’t given her a name in the years she’s been in my head—nothing seems to fit. For now, the Princess suffices.

Comments

[gwalla.livejournal.com]

And you know they'd abuse the hell out of slide change animations and that stupid screeching tires noise. Just to be evil.

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Different color scheme, border, and background for every page, unnecessary clipart, confusing graphs, hideous unreadable fonts ...

What better way to set people writhing and screaming "HAVE YOU NO SHAME?"