Three new sewing patterns:

- Itchy
- Knee
- San(d)

So as not to be bored in December or anything.

Toying with writing ideas. Have many, many pieces of scribbled-on notepaper to organize:

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Ssenhoth drank the blood of this beast, took in the poison that was killing it. She spat the evil on the ground, where it burned the very soil. The beast, thus restored of its strength, disappeared. It was long before she knew the tie she'd wrought from fabric unbreakable.

Many years, many dreams passed until she had left to enter the forest's depths. She went alone, leaving her young to quietly mourn, went old and failing into the shadow. And from that shadow came the beast she had saved. It thanked her as it consumed her. And yet so strange a thing to understand what it had spoken--

"The blood we now share," it said. For they had both drank of each other.

I'll be making the following soon, hopefully in time for that most wonderful holiday of the year. And by the following, I mean the black vest with the joined back and funny lapels.



Black PVC snakeskin with brick-red lining. Hell yes.

I'm not entirely dead. Recuperating from a flu that hit me like a bucket of boiling oil.

Need to get out running again. Sixteen hours a day spent on my ass between class/studying/driving is draining me. Making room for a decent amount of art would probably behoove me, as well. Fuck school. Well, fuck the anthropology parts.

But never fear! Have some sexy man!woman WoW art. Simply because feminine is not what I do well.

Few art things I've done in the last couple of days.

1st: "Scribe of Dusk" - Fallen Cherub Samekh.
★★★ (Music listening to for this image: The Arrival and the Reunion by Dead Can Dance.)

2nd: "Bronze Light" - Commission of one of the La Macchina Bellica characters. (Go read it, thank me later.)



3rd: "Leviathan" - WIP of Malfeasant, crazed warlock extraordinaire. There will be other stuff in the picture. She deliberately went to the Forsaken alchemists/necromancers to see if she might experiment with undeath. And by experiment, I mean threaten them until they do what she wants, with stuff no one knows will work. Hoping for greater affinity with the shadow, yadda yadda, I really didn't think this through and anyway.
★★★ (Music listening to for this image: Shadow Sun by Moonspell.)



Aww, isn't she cute?

I have obtained some books from the library for study. Now, if all goes well, I won't be completely ignorant when I walk into the dig. But then, I'm an undergraduate. No one's expecting me to even know how to swallow my own saliva.

And now, the real reason for this post:

It involves pretty smells and happy creatures. And BATS, GODDAMN.

This has made the rounds zillions of times, but:

Post a photo of your work desk, minions. I want to see.

And just so I'm not being retarded, have one of mine, which three seconds after this photo was piled with crap so I could clean the floor. It is still piled with crap.



And this was on the camera from the winter:

It's strange, but I find that my singing is greatly improved now that I haven't done it in a while. While nothing to write home about, I seem to pitch more accurately and place notes without having to slide around. Precision, precision. It's also getting easier to maintain the same tenor through a wide range, though still woefully scratchy up at the top.

Now, I'd sound like a strangled raccoon if I tried to sing for anyone, but alone it seems to be working well. XD

Current singing project: How Low Can You Go (otherwise known as: "Old Man River"). I WILL be Paul Robeson one day. Uh. With tits.

I am considering voice or classical piano lessons. It would be either-or, and since the pianist in the house doesn't feel up to teaching my useless ass, it'll have to be paid lessons. But this is in the future, as I won't be around for most of the summer. And I'd need to find money for it. But there's value in the training, so I may do stuff for stuff to pay for that stuff.

I also want to train Iaido, but I always want to train Iaido. But I am afraid of being laughed at for somehow cutting off my hand with a boken.

ALSO: Mother just mooched a sculpture off of an artist friend, who is a very cool dude: from maple that had been previously doomed to the chopping block. Not the most flattering photograph, but hell.

Feast of Souls (Magister Trilogy 1), C.S. Friedman

At the end of her bestselling Coldfire trilogy, C.S. Friedman challenged readers to imagine what a world would be like if sorcery required the ultimate sacrifice--that of life itself. Now, in Feast of Souls, she introduces us to a terrifying world in which the cost of magic is just that...in which the fuel for sorcery is the very fire of the human spirit, and those who hunger for magical power must pay for it with their lives. In this epic tale of nightmarish shadows and desperate hope, the greatest threat of all may not be that of ancient enemies returned, or ancient wars resumed, but of the darkness that lies within the hearts of men.

I don't usually offer commentary, but I love this book so far. Friedman has developed a much darker and more mature writing style, and it treats the book well. Plus, sinister characters! Lots of them! All of them!

I might like this better than Coldfire. We shall see.

I really, really hope there is no sappy shit.

There is no coffee in the house.

Why is there no coffee in the house?