November 20th, 2007


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I have a sore throat. It's been lurking in the mornings for a few days, and I sorta thought that it was probably just the really dry air now that the heat's running regularly, but I'm beginning to suspect that it is, in fact, The Plague.

But I'm still not sure. It's taking its own sweet time. I should probably lay in a stock of soup and instant lemonade* now, while I am still capable of ambling to the store and back under my own power. I don't actually MIND if I get sick at this point--I have plenty of TV stored up in the DVR, including "V for Vendetta" and "Narnia," I have video games, I can lay on the couch and go "Blaaaaargh," drag myself to the computer long enough to do Digger and concept work for this one project, then crawl back to the couch and go "Blaaaargh..." some more. I just wish it would strike, lay me out, and get it over with, rather than dragging on in this kind of low-level misery.

Also, and somewhat more alarming, I am getting this deranged urge to go see "Beowulf." (Not in the anticipation that it will be a great movie, mind you. But I have a vast appetite for bad action films, and I am of course required by law to see anything Neil Gaiman has been involved with.)

Anybody local wanna go see it with me in the next week or so, assuming I'm not doing my Night-of-the-Living-Dead impression?

*Call me a lunatic, but Grandma always swore by hot lemonade in times of suffering. I can't say it's good, I can't say it works, but it at least takes me back to childhood.

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Sick or well, the art must go on!

Klimt's Rooster II

I think by doing subtle blues with metallics, I've finally managed to hit the apogee of what my scanner can't handle.

Anyway, the roosters are for sale, individually or as a set, I'm thinkin' either $250 apiece or $450 the pair, unless I get absolutely slammed with interest, in which case we'll do the usual e-bayification. Send an e-mail, as usual.

Also, if you were thinking of ordering prints for Christmas, I highly, highly, highly recommend doing so before the end of November. In fact, I'll offer rather more generous price breaks on ordering large quantities if you get the orders in before the end of the month, because it means less misery for me at mailing, and you're much more likely to get your stuff On Time.

Slice of Life -- Maternal Division

Longsuffering Maternal Unit: "I loved the rooster! I'm just amazed at how productive you've been lately..."

Ursula: "That's because I'm not getting laid!"

LMU: "..."

Ursula: "I figured out how all those monks did those amazing illuminated manuscripts. It was the celibacy."

LMU: "...well, yeah, that'll do it..."

About the only thing we can determine from this is that I have a really weird* relationship with my mother.

Also, I have realized something about Rule of Rose. I am no longer playing because I want the character to win. I don't. I now firmly believe that every demented misogynistic freaky thing that happens to her is well and truly deserved for being So. Varking. Useless.

Nope, at this point I'm playing to save the dog. The dog deserves better. If they pull one of those tragic canine-companion-nobly-sacrifices-himself-at-the-end I'm gonna put the controller through the wall.

*Great, mind you. Fantastic. Wonderful. If I could avoid frothing and spitting when she mentions homeopathic remedies, it'd be pretty well perfect. But weird, yes.