Woo-hoo! The tutorial is over! The magical opening-up and excellenting of FFXII has occurred! The game is great now!

(spoiler: well, not so much)

I have become deeply, deeply tired of the following character scenario:

Character A: *soul-searchy epiphany regarding their motivation*
Character A: "Earnest speech about why we should all do X thing because ( Read more... )

An interest poll:

You want to go to a tea party on a nice spring day in the near future, right? Maybe dressed up a little fancy? With little chicken salad sammiches and sun tea and crudites and so on? Yes?

Awesome. Where?

A. Screw your tea party, I have no interest at all
B. I prefer brandy to tea
C. I would like to do this, and I would like to do it at ( Read more... )

You know what bugs me most about FF13? No sidequests. In FF12, even while you're messing around and figuring out how stuff works, there are still goofy little things that people ask you to do or find. In FF13 this never happens--largely because there ARE NO PEOPLE ( Read more... )

Apart from all the other signs present in the world that It Is Spring, No Really, there is one that comes along every year to finally clinch the deal. Fruit flies ( Read more... )

Ah god, the world's so fucking beautiful. I made puttanesca sauce. So should you.

Hurray, just got a scanner! I have been humbled anew by how crap I am at rendering anything directly on the computer, and so I shan't do it any more.

I'm kinda filled with the urge to sketch and wish the scanner were here NOW. This last weekend was a good weekend, and what with reading through the Harry Dresden books and finding out Jim Butcher is ( Read more... )

I'm still wrestling with this, so here's my dilemma. I think pretty much everybody knows I make costumes by now, so this isn't exactly some sort of scandalous disclosure. Prepare for a higher-than-normal degree of nerdity, however.

I made this.


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Oooh, I do smell a bit.

What is best in life is having ordered the Wondermark books, having gotten to meet and goob on and make a really embarrassing impression on Kate Beaton (Hark, a Vagrant, if you're not reading it then you should be), and to feel the mellow pleasure after doing crazy shit that one has DONE it and doing nothing much feels especially nice in contrast ( Read more... )

Some day--SOME DAY--I will find myself in a place where there is someone who can sell me the last two Wondermark parodical Victorian novels, AND ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO VISIT THEM AND CONVINCE THEM TO ALLOW THE EXCHANGE OF MONEY FOR THESE ITEMS ( Read more... )