My love meter would probably walk the line between MouthBreather and Stalker
Luckily for the universe, my One True Love isn't real.
He's the main character in this series (The Nightlife/Cal Leandros books by Rob Thurman) which I may, or may not, be unhealthily fixated upon. Who's to judge?
And do I care?
NO!
Because the next book in the series is coming out on March 1st!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Intermission while Kitana flails on the carpet in anticipatory joy)
I have to nerd here, because I've been doing it at my roommie for about a month now and with half a month left to go, I begin to suspect she's this close to punching my lights out and locking me on the porch for the duration.
And it's cold out there!
You think I'm kidding. Look at how lame I am. Big lame. Jenny is bitty lame because she helped. XD
And, yes, that is a Blackout Bash. As in, we are having one.
I am going to make Blackout games and cupcakes and we are going to get beer and order the BIGGEST PIZZA EVER and mozzarella sticks and junk food that Cal eats that Niko wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole then maybe go stare at the front doors of the bookstore until they open.
But that's only cuz Jenny nixed my original plan of making Auphe masks, going over to her parent's house (whom we also got hooked on this series), hanging around in their windows until they notice us, and then LIGHTING THEIR TRAILER ON FIRE.
(If you've read the books you understand.) XD
And also, the more exposure Rob gets, the better!
I even stayed awake all night a few days ago just so I could make time for a quick sketch of it! Because hell yeah! CAL LEANDROS!! In all his glorious dickitude. Serious homage going on here. XD
I'd blurb it for you, but there's a quote that I think summarizes the whole Cal experience better than I ever could:
"Niko had raised me from birth. And he’d been on my ass since birth as well. Okay, a bit of an exaggeration, but close enough. Pick up your clothes, do your home-work, stop drawing cheat notes on your arm, eat your vegetables, quit trying to make out the porn through the scrambled gray zigzag lines. I was in my twenties now, so it was a little different. Run your five miles in the morning. Spar two hours in the afternoon. Study up on how to kill F through H in the Mythological Creature Compendium. Quit trying to make out the porn through the scrambled gray zigzag lines.
Well, some things never changed."
See what I mean? Read it read it read it!!!
He's the main character in this series (The Nightlife/Cal Leandros books by Rob Thurman) which I may, or may not, be unhealthily fixated upon. Who's to judge?
And do I care?
NO!
Because the next book in the series is coming out on March 1st!
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Intermission while Kitana flails on the carpet in anticipatory joy)
I have to nerd here, because I've been doing it at my roommie for about a month now and with half a month left to go, I begin to suspect she's this close to punching my lights out and locking me on the porch for the duration.
And it's cold out there!
You think I'm kidding. Look at how lame I am. Big lame. Jenny is bitty lame because she helped. XD
And, yes, that is a Blackout Bash. As in, we are having one.
I am going to make Blackout games and cupcakes and we are going to get beer and order the BIGGEST PIZZA EVER and mozzarella sticks and junk food that Cal eats that Niko wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole then maybe go stare at the front doors of the bookstore until they open.
But that's only cuz Jenny nixed my original plan of making Auphe masks, going over to her parent's house (whom we also got hooked on this series), hanging around in their windows until they notice us, and then LIGHTING THEIR TRAILER ON FIRE.
(If you've read the books you understand.) XD
And also, the more exposure Rob gets, the better!
I even stayed awake all night a few days ago just so I could make time for a quick sketch of it! Because hell yeah! CAL LEANDROS!! In all his glorious dickitude. Serious homage going on here. XD
I'd blurb it for you, but there's a quote that I think summarizes the whole Cal experience better than I ever could:
"Niko had raised me from birth. And he’d been on my ass since birth as well. Okay, a bit of an exaggeration, but close enough. Pick up your clothes, do your home-work, stop drawing cheat notes on your arm, eat your vegetables, quit trying to make out the porn through the scrambled gray zigzag lines. I was in my twenties now, so it was a little different. Run your five miles in the morning. Spar two hours in the afternoon. Study up on how to kill F through H in the Mythological Creature Compendium. Quit trying to make out the porn through the scrambled gray zigzag lines.
Well, some things never changed."
See what I mean? Read it read it read it!!!