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Running off even MORE prints. Damn, it's been a busy Christmas. Not that I'm complaining! (Psst! Rapidly approaching the point where stuff won't arrive by the 25th. Get those orders in now! /marketing)

I have accomplished the vast majority of my Christmas shopping. Some people are getting art. These people, being friends, will hopefully forgive me for my habit of dumping Christmas presents on them anywhere from January to July. (Occasionally I pick up a small placeholder gift, but sometimes I'm just stumped, and don't. I tend to give gifts in a somewhat scattershot method--I see something and go "Hey! Blank would love that!" or I grab something at random, and Blank2 winds up getting it, which is why friends of mine who do express their desires in advance may get two or three presents, and those who just wave vaguely and say "Oh, whatever..." tend to acquire things like "The Secret Life of Lobsters" or paintings of naked tree kangaroo women. But I digress.

I should probably be addressing orders, so, uh...right. Busy lately. Not many exciting posts. The cold weather has killed the bugs, and Athena has been well behaved. Damn you, world! If you keep going smoothly, my readers will start sending me pipe bombs just so I'll blog amusingly about That Time My Hand Wound Up On The Roof...

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ursulav

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Running off even MORE prints. Damn, it’s been a busy Christmas. Not that I’m complaining! (Psst! Rapidly approaching the point where stuff won’t arrive by the 25th. Get those orders in now! /marketing)

I have accomplished the vast majority of my Christmas shopping. Some people are getting art. These people, being friends, will hopefully forgive me for my habit of dumping Christmas presents on them anywhere from January to July. (Occasionally I pick up a small placeholder gift, but sometimes I’m just stumped, and don’t. I tend to give gifts in a somewhat scattershot method–I see something and go “Hey! Blank would love that!” or I grab something at random, and Blank2 winds up getting it, which is why friends of mine who do express their desires in advance may get two or three presents, and those who just wave vaguely and say “Oh, whatever…” tend to acquire things like “The Secret Life of Lobsters” or paintings of naked tree kangaroo women. But I digress.

I should probably be addressing orders, so, uh…right. Busy lately. Not many exciting posts. The cold weather has killed the bugs, and Athena has been well behaved. Damn you, world! If you keep going smoothly, my readers will start sending me pipe bombs just so I’ll blog amusingly about That Time My Hand Wound Up On The Roof…

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


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ursulav

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http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13175270/

Another chunk of Con art! Gawd, some day I'll get these all up. This one features everybody's favorite land whale. Well, my favorite land whale. (I imagine in this crowd, there's probably a bunch of people who can quote jaw-bone and metatarsal lengths at me like baseball statistics, and who have their own favorite land whale that's emphatically not Ambulocetus but y'know.)

Meanwhile, I finished (I think) a big Gearworld piece, which I can't put up here, and am working on a non-Gearworld piece that I had been working on before I was seized with inspiration, which has been staring at me with accusingly penciled eyes and which hopefully I'll finish soon.

Art art art. Art art? Art.

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ursulav

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http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/13175270/

Another chunk of Con art! Gawd, some day I’ll get these all up. This one features everybody’s favorite land whale. Well, my favorite land whale. (I imagine in this crowd, there’s probably a bunch of people who can quote jaw-bone and metatarsal lengths at me like baseball statistics, and who have their own favorite land whale that’s emphatically not Ambulocetus but y’know.)

Meanwhile, I finished (I think) a big Gearworld piece, which I can’t put up here, and am working on a non-Gearworld piece that I had been working on before I was seized with inspiration, which has been staring at me with accusingly penciled eyes and which hopefully I’ll finish soon.

Art art art. Art art? Art.

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


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ursulav

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I've seen five minutes of "Earthsea" so far, in which Tenar, clinging to the arm of some kind of mother priestess that I hope to god is not supposed to be Kossil, exposits at great length about being an orphan, whereupon maybe-Kossil exposits about her great faith leading the order.

I think I'm going to be ill. Five minutes of the second installment, and they already brutalized the great bits--the eternally dark Undertomb, the sense of dry, dusty weight of the Labryinth, the rebellion against the more powerful older priestesses because the powers of the dark were much greater than any mere godking--all the GOOD bits, damnit! They didn't sit around maundering about faith, and she was nothing like an orphan.

I didn't expect much, but even that's dashed. Bugger.

On the bright side, one of those unexpected moments of self-discovery in mid rant, as I expounded to James about the mangling of that brilliant book that I loved, The Tombs of Atuan, and the error of naming, and how her name ought to be Arha because she was the Eaten One and the name Tenar wasandeatenholycrapthatmustbewhereIgotEd.

The connection hadn't even occurred to me, haven't read the books in ages, but since I'm sure I didn't run into it before reading the Earthsea books at a formative age, I bet that's where the notion that you could eat names came from, even if the ramifications for Ed's tribe are vastly different than for LeGuin's world. (Also, I'm not nearly as cool as that other Ursula.) So that was a cool moment of realizing my creative roots, anyway.

But I'm still pissed.

Update: Another hour of watching has made things even worse. They had an ad for another Sci-Fi original "Puppet Master vs. The Demonic Toys." Having once seen "Dollman vs. the Demonic Toys," not one of the high points of cinematography, I nudged James to point this out.

"I see it," he said, from the depths of Half-Life 2.

"You know the worst part?"

"HA! Uh, huh?" (bam! Bam! machine-gun noises, flailing enemy bits from the computer.)

"It'll probably be better than this Earthsea crap."

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ursulav

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I’ve seen five minutes of “Earthsea” so far, in which Tenar, clinging to the arm of some kind of mother priestess that I hope to god is not supposed to be Kossil, exposits at great length about being an orphan, whereupon maybe-Kossil exposits about her great faith leading the order.

I think I’m going to be ill. Five minutes of the second installment, and they already brutalized the great bits–the eternally dark Undertomb, the sense of dry, dusty weight of the Labryinth, the rebellion against the more powerful older priestesses because the powers of the dark were much greater than any mere godking–all the GOOD bits, damnit! They didn’t sit around maundering about faith, and she was nothing like an orphan.

I didn’t expect much, but even that’s dashed. Bugger.

On the bright side, one of those unexpected moments of self-discovery in mid rant, as I expounded to James about the mangling of that brilliant book that I loved, The Tombs of Atuan, and the error of naming, and how her name ought to be Arha because she was the Eaten One and the name Tenar wasandeatenholycrapthatmustbewhereIgotEd.

The connection hadn’t even occurred to me, haven’t read the books in ages, but since I’m sure I didn’t run into it before reading the Earthsea books at a formative age, I bet that’s where the notion that you could eat names came from, even if the ramifications for Ed’s tribe are vastly different than for LeGuin’s world. (Also, I’m not nearly as cool as that other Ursula.) So that was a cool moment of realizing my creative roots, anyway.

But I’m still pissed.

Update: Another hour of watching has made things even worse. They had an ad for another Sci-Fi original “Puppet Master vs. The Demonic Toys.” Having once seen “Dollman vs. the Demonic Toys,” not one of the high points of cinematography, I nudged James to point this out.

“I see it,” he said, from the depths of Half-Life 2.

“You know the worst part?”

“HA! Uh, huh?” (bam! Bam! machine-gun noises, flailing enemy bits from the computer.)

“It’ll probably be better than this Earthsea crap.”

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