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There's a lot of things I should be doing. A lot of things. Many, many things.

Instead, I'm playing the gloriously sandboxy "Children of the Nile." And the painting that I was doing of the chicken religious icon is half done, and I started a painfully ambitious one of the sea hag character, because I liked her so damn much, but it's in physical media, which is a challenge in and of itself, and the gearworld pieces that I am plotting to do...well, those can wait until my clayboard shipment comes in, I suppose...and the real work should wait 'til tomorrow anyway...

Screw it, I'm playin' Children of the Nile.

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ursulav

(no subject)

There’s a lot of things I should be doing. A lot of things. Many, many things.

Instead, I’m playing the gloriously sandboxy “Children of the Nile.” And the painting that I was doing of the chicken religious icon is half done, and I started a painfully ambitious one of the sea hag character, because I liked her so damn much, but it’s in physical media, which is a challenge in and of itself, and the gearworld pieces that I am plotting to do…well, those can wait until my clayboard shipment comes in, I suppose…and the real work should wait ’til tomorrow anyway…

Screw it, I’m playin’ Children of the Nile.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

Slice of Life Redux

James: (Comes home)

Me: "Sorry I was groggy on the phone--I was napping..."

James: "Oh, good, I was afraid I'd gotten you off the toilet again."

Me: "No, no...I was having this dream...I was in this maze full of stuffed animals...with glass doors...and I had to get the stuffed animals to take care of each other..."

James: "Uh-huh."

Me: "And I was trying to convince this stuffed clam to look after the other stuffed animals, and Kermit the frog was there...and....a pig? thing...but there was this clam..."

James (taking cruel advantage of the still groggy): "I don't believe that for a minute."

Me (blindsided): "What?"

James (grinning): "I don't believe you."

Me: "But...but...who'd lie about a thing like that?"

James: "I know at least one person!"

Me: "But I--really--but--OH MY GOD!"

James: "What?"

Me: "That clam had legs! Little stuffed legs! What the hell was up with that?!"

breeden
ursulav

Slice of Life Redux

James: (Comes home)

Me: “Sorry I was groggy on the phone–I was napping…”

James: “Oh, good, I was afraid I’d gotten you off the toilet again.”

Me: “No, no…I was having this dream…I was in this maze full of stuffed animals…with glass doors…and I had to get the stuffed animals to take care of each other…”

James: “Uh-huh.”

Me: “And I was trying to convince this stuffed clam to look after the other stuffed animals, and Kermit the frog was there…and….a pig? thing…but there was this clam…”

James (taking cruel advantage of the still groggy): “I don’t believe that for a minute.”

Me (blindsided): “What?”

James (grinning): “I don’t believe you.”

Me: “But…but…who’d lie about a thing like that?”

James: “I know at least one person!”

Me: “But I–really–but–OH MY GOD!”

James: “What?”

Me: “That clam had legs! Little stuffed legs! What the hell was up with that?!”

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.