Look what I dug up from the depths of my laptop!

Ok kids--I don't remember any more. Why is O for Dude? Anybody?

(Oh--and I am doing very well, by the by. To sum up would take too long, though.)

A Very Gory Andronicus Alphabet (with apologies to Gorey)

A is Aemilius, friend and a bit

B, Bassianus, is dead in a pit

C is for Chiron - rape, murder, and ( Read more... )

Well, here goes something. Hoping the roads are fast, and that mysterious squeak on bumps at 75mph is not Elwing's rear axle complaining about having too much junk inside her trunk.

(This entry is lame, and mostly for posterity.) Dootdootdoot...time to go!

I am livejournaling from the middle of the Adriatic Sea!

Hannah and I are going to Italy today!

Clearly, I suck at lj-ing in a timely manner, but maybe, just maybe if you're lucky, there will be some Dispatches from Abroad.

In the meantime, we need to go get umbrellas.

*gets movin'.*

Div Free!

Now if only I had clean laundry!

So, the gallery is up 'til tomorrow evening, and opened last night to what would seem to be general approval. (Go see it if you haven't!) I'm pleased, and satisfied even though (dash it) I didn't get to paint the masks.

Which means I'm done, essentially.

WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL?

So.

Fucking.

Close.

*spontaneously combusts*

Score:Cups of Coffee: 3-4 ( Read more... )

*yawn*

Score:Cups of coffee: 3 ( Read more... )

Fortia facere et pati Div III est.

Sigh.

I believe, Div-wise, I am a prize idiot. This is not to say that I'm not mighty fond of the current project. It's just that it's a level of work that, quite frankly, does simply not fit well within its deadlines, despite all my neat scheduling. Oh, it will get done, and I'm sure it will look quite ( Read more... )