Lack of pictures and costume things
Alas, my perchance for taking pictures in which I look like a total fucking idiot has now come back to bite me in the ass, as I am the "featured" dude in my company's newsletter and cannot find a damn thing to use. I used to have, like, one standby in which I am not in a wig nor looking like a doofus nor trying to shove an entire cake in my mouth, but my hair is shorter now so it is moot. I think I should just use one of Ham. Eating a ball.
We have now moved, yay, into a nonawful apartment with working electric and central air conditioning. A+! Plus matching furniture that doesn't suck. Also there is a fab view of the lake outside the house, which the cats like to watch. I'll take pictures eventually, once everything is finally put away.
Or alternatively when we finish Dragoncon costumes. Who remembers when I said "Oh, let's make this lady draenei; it will be totally fine and no problem." Of course this was before I realized that I'd be moving and going out of town slash being sick constantly the two months ahead of time. Eff you, draenei lady. I only have one week to make you now. This is not anything particularly new, really - despite being a mealy perfectionist, I am a costume procrastinator of the highest degree. With help, I have made crap in a single night. Crap with wings that breathed smoke. But this one has enough moving pieces and enough materials I've never worked with before that I'd have preferred to spread it out over a longer period of time. O wellzzzzzzz.
We have now moved, yay, into a nonawful apartment with working electric and central air conditioning. A+! Plus matching furniture that doesn't suck. Also there is a fab view of the lake outside the house, which the cats like to watch. I'll take pictures eventually, once everything is finally put away.
Or alternatively when we finish Dragoncon costumes. Who remembers when I said "Oh, let's make this lady draenei; it will be totally fine and no problem." Of course this was before I realized that I'd be moving and going out of town slash being sick constantly the two months ahead of time. Eff you, draenei lady. I only have one week to make you now. This is not anything particularly new, really - despite being a mealy perfectionist, I am a costume procrastinator of the highest degree. With help, I have made crap in a single night. Crap with wings that breathed smoke. But this one has enough moving pieces and enough materials I've never worked with before that I'd have preferred to spread it out over a longer period of time. O wellzzzzzzz.
