Follow-up to the last post:

Ah, much better now.

Pachelbel Rant

Today's Muse: Cities of Paper

Am slowly, but surely, putting the base into order.

It started Christmas morning, when I awoke with post-its stuck randomly all over the walls where they hadn't been before and fuzzy skin-thing gloves on. Later that crazy, children-and-bouncy-castle-filled day I remembered what transpired the night before, and what the hell I meant by "Irish Blue Beer".

Tell Thalia it's all very well and good to have them fabled bursts of creativity at god knows in the morn, but no use if you conk out immediately afterward at desk. Plus it huuurts.

So, days later, I type this from the floor, with about two dollars to my name. I have just learnt I cannot move any furniture to where I want to until February. I am heartily sick of tip-toeing about Feng Shui sensibilities, and I want soup.

I wrote earlier about being able to "finally keel over and die". HAH. More work has come in. Fine and dandy, I like work.

Which is why in addition to school and the workload planned for next year I have decided to do up the base. And possibly the rest of the house. Get rid of that filthy maternity-ward green her husband picked out. Well, he hasn't set foot in this place, has he, eh? And it doesn't look like he will, hm? And the rest of us have to tip-toe around your moods and live with you so you can fulfill your "all family under one roof" fantasy, eh? EH? WHILE YOU TREAT THE REST OF US LIKE TENANTS, YOU BITTER BITTER PERSON-THING.

And so concludes the annual post-holiday tirade. Thank you and see you next year.

Today's Muse: Rorschach: Fridge Ninja. Y'think he found any of Kyle Rayner's ex's in there?

I love the inter-slice.

And I get my smarts from trying to keep up with 52!

Today's Muse: It's Dry Inside, innit?

It's raining hard, and it doesn't look like it'll stop for the next couple of days. Good weather for tottering about indoors in oversized shirts and soft socks, reading smelly old books and occasionally bursting into melodramatic poetry. On days like this, even Baby will permit us hu-mans to share The Chair with him.

All very well, but I have to leave the house. If I don't purchase my bits and bobs today, I'll never get it done by this week. I'm already dressed for inclement weather, anyway.

But the rain is really heavy, and The Chair looks awfully warm.

I think I'll experiment with that fuzzy yarn today. Until, y'know, the rain lets up.

Today's Muse: Wheezy

Done and done. All my commitments for the year have been seen to. Now, two weeks to work on the the essays for school, the monologue, Hungry props and whatnot, and gifties.

Gifties are sly, nasty little beasts. They contrive to make you feel guilty and inadequate, but when you finally get a hold of one they look like the prettiest things in the moment. Well, not this year. This year I have a plan to secure these vicious things. No last minute dashing about. Nooooo.

I shall require a multitude of feathers, miles of velvety ribbon, nickle buttons and about a gallon of glue.

Prepare to be gifted, hu-mans. EEEEEEEEE.



Of course I have a wishlist. But you know what? Pool the money, and get a couple of trees planted. For US$45, you can get 450 trees planted in a loved one's name. Get a set for every member of the family! You don't want to make anyone feel left out now, do you?


EDIT: Arghgnashfwoosh I forgot about the rehearsals for Megah's pet project. Lordy, will it ever end?

Interestingly enough, this little project is related muchly to the comics-theatre thing that's been bouncing around my skull lately. Still, WILL IT NEVER END?



EDIT THE SECOND:

Well, if you won't get me a couple of trees and help pander to hippy sensibilities at the same time, I suppose the NEXTWAVE: AGENTS OF H.A.T.E. trade will have to do.
Or a copy of Watchmen for my very own.
Or maybe a cookbook.
I'm also looking for an accordion.
Goggles and WWII-era aviator caps are on the list, definitely.
Any TRANSMETROPOLITAN trade besides Vol. 1 and 5 would be good.
A bag, perhaps, not that I need it.
And I certainly don't need that knitted scarf with the candy-coloured pompoms at the end from the same place as the bag, of which I can find no picture.
Another bag, cooeee.
A hat very much like this or this would be lovely, but barring that a couple of skeins of yarn would not be unwelcome, as well as a new 3.5 mm crochet hook.
A sturdy pair of walking shoes like these or these would be very useful. Socks, too. Hobo gloves, mmm.
Clothes for tumbling about, yes. And playing Kremlin.
Funds for transforming the homebase.
And that oversized striped woolly shirt-creature from M&S would fill that gaping hole left by the trees.
(well, that got a little out of control.)

But, yeah, the trees would be better.

Today's Muse: Just Dandy

*Oh, lookit, lookit: The lovely Natalie has opened up a test shop online, where you can find her handmade wire flowers. Go! Spend!


*The closing party for GBM was brillant. In that speshul way that makes small children explode.


*There are small children at the camp I'm conducting drama whatsits at, but they do not explode. They come very close to it, though.

Seriously, the kids - the youngest is five, and the oldest is twelve, I believe - are a riot. At first I was worried I wouldn't be able to keep up with them or keep them interested. I shouldn't have. I'm pretty - dare I say it - good at this large-kid-herds-handling stuff. I've probably jinxed it now. Woo.

It's funny, because the oft-repeated "you've got to take up teaching sooner or later to get by in the industry" is, well, repeated. It's a joke, almost.

But not everyone is suited for teaching.


*Something in Warren Ellis' BAD SIGNAL helped crystallize the ideas and lines I had floating around about comics and theatre. Maybe I'll put it up when I'm done outlining.

Today's Muse: Head. Pillow. Boom.

Got my semester one results in the mail. Honours all round. Whee.

I've steered clear of Friendster, MySpace and what-not. But I have, I'm glad to say, jumped onto the ComicSpace bandwagon. And like Chris of Ghouly Boys writes, I just want to add everyone to the friend horde - they're there because they like comics, just as I do.

At any rate, I'm here. Nothing fancy up yet, though.

GBM ends its run tomorrow night, then it's bump-out immediately, because another show has it's bump-in Monday morning at 6am. Closing party Monday night. Eeeeexcellent.

Then it's a week of scuttling between Yio Chu Kang to help out with Iris' children's camp and school for Hungry rehearsals, as well as finishing up homework.

Then, after all that, I can finally keel over and die.

Today's Muse: Waaay Too Much Pink Than Is Healthy

I found a photo of my old drama class floating around on the internet. Brilliant! I recognize all the faces. They look a lot smaller, younger than I remember them.

God. Good times.

I wonder where they are now.

The Pivo.

I could pretend I was a space pod pilot. Now all it needs is to somehow be able to integrate itself into a mothership. Space-trailer ahoy!