The Jane Austen fandom: they are not shoppers.

Or at least, not as far as I can tell, not particularly. I wasn't sure what to expect from them and . . . now I do. Hrm.


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First it was so hot my entire existence was permeated with sweat ( Read more... )

Spent the morning in a self-indulgent meandering through old internet haunts, artists' portfolios half-remembered, finding curious dead ends after some rabbit-hole detours, compiling imagery to get minced up and respun into something of my own devising ( Read more... )

Today in my excitement of Going Forth and Doing Things, I did not realize the irony of my art supply purchases consisting of (1) my favorite make of mechanical pencil and (2) a pencil sharpener. In fact, it really only just stuck me about two minutes ago. I think I must have been caught up in the context of the store's bewildering array of ( Read more... )

Between bouts of tax-related accounting and data-entry, I've been ensconced with photoshop for the last little while, getting the photos I took in Philadelphia into some sort of reasonable order and generally . . . making earlofgrey into the new face of my knitting patterns ( Read more... )

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My campaign for touring the local bookshops has begun fairly well, with sarinda's help. (Having a cohort always helps in anything you choose to term a 'campaign.' Probably.) It also has given me a prompting to Not Be A Freaking Shut-In All The Damned Time, which is also a worthwhile campaign. Probably. Just in general, knowing a city through its ( Read more... )

The past two weeks-next week will make it three-have been eaten up by JURY DUTY OMG. Which, aside from leaving me fairly well burt-out when I get home, has been eating up all the hours of the day. So I can't give a good accounting of myself so far this year. My books read, yes. My productive activities, no ( Read more... )