Infodump!
Working tonight, and making hellacious progress. It's a cockslapper of a hobby when "hellacious" progress is measured in inches, spaces no bigger than your hand. But hey, beats the hell out of jewelry, where the end product is probably small enough to swallow. All you jewelers and metalsmiths and beaders have my tipped hat. And I promise not to swallow anything, even if it's really pretty.
Anyway, progress, my little grunting earthworms!
Speaking of rugose, blasphemous horrors from beyond the nighted gulfs of sanity worms, if you haven't seen sargon999's latest entry, well, you should. Ah, how I love to embarrass the fuck out of myself.
Yes, I'm terrified of WORMS. I will pet deadly snakes, tweak tiger tails, kiss naked wolf teeth, but by god, earthworms make me shit ingots of pure terror. And that worm? That worm was I am not kidding TWO FEET LONG at least. And it had an army of inbred earthworm siblings with it, too, so it wasn't, like, one worm. It was, like, seven. I am still trying to glue my skin back on.
There are some new auctions up; a lot of 6 BPAL lunacy imps, including the Blood, Wolf ('06), Harvest ('05), Buck, Hunger, and Red Moons. Also, a full 5ml of Lycaon. Smashing!
And, seriously, my favorite piece yet for reasons I can't really articulate: a bloodstone and silver necklace, by jettcat. I adore it, I want it, I'm cutting to the quick to part with it. Go take a look. It's fucking amazing. I am sitting with it in my lap right now, just touching it. Stunning.
Also, less than one day to go on the also-stunning necklace that touched my actual boobs (not the stunt-tits, but the genuine article, fo realz). It's still really cheap, too.
I've got a couple more things coming in to sell, but this is more or less it. The good news is we have topped $2,000! I still have to take out eBay and PayPal fees, but still, it's damn close to being $2k net profit, not just total revenue. Considering this is what I more or less hoped to raise, I feel completely and utterly overjoyed. Once everything is tallied up, expect a big thank-you post, and probably some sniffling. I get choked up over big numbers, what can I say?
In contrast to the good news, I have extremely frustrating news. I'm lame.
Quit laughing. It's not just my taste for Mandy Moore music or microwave pizza. I mean really for-real lame.
I hurt my foot a couple weeks back while I was out walking. The initial injury didn't really hurt, but now it hurts a lot if I walk on it too much, or for too long. Even doing weight-bearing exercise makes it flare up. Hell, even standing for very long hurts it. So I'm limited to what I can do sitting in my chair, which is not a whole hell of a lot.
It's tremendously frustrating, because it's one of the few genuinely nice times of the year right now. The weather is fucking perfect for walking, and I can't make use of it. I'll be better in time for the hammerblow Oklahoma heat to come and smash my skull in every time I go outside, I'm sure.
Well, I say it's nice out, but today has been a freak -- snow. Freaking SNOW. In April. But it will shortly be wonderful out again. And I'll still be lame.
The real shitter is that it's in the opposite foot from my fucked-up leg.
Just call me Gimpy!
And a big, squishy thank you to aoifemacewen for the Lady Val calendar. Seriously. Perked up a hellaciously lame (haha) day yesterday. Much love. If you do wind up redoing it, let me know and I will pimp it. I meant to, around Christmas, and I just got so busy I spaced it -- and I'm so sorry about that. Things were nuts.
Love, too, to my pals at Norwescon. Sorry I can't be with you partying with Luis fucking Royo, you lucky fun-having bastards. At least, what with all the shenanigans and goings on, you will probably never see this, so you can't tell Mr. Royo that I have had a massive art crush on him for years, and would sell him the left side of my brain for one of his originals.
I seriously had no idea he did conventions. I didn't even think he came out of his cave. Y'all will have to tell me if he smells like an artist. If he does, I have some perfume I could sell him.
*pant pant pant*
Ah. I think that's all I have in me. I have to get back to painting before my palette dries and the cat decides the blue water would taste nice.
Expect more posting, as things around here return to whatever semblance of normal they ever possessed.
I know y'all are secretly just dying for more pictures of the Fish.
ETA: This started out as a Lucian: Bite My Furry Crank icon post, and has ended up a Lucian: Wags! post. Christ, I missed talking to you fuckers.
Anyway, progress, my little grunting earthworms!
Speaking of rugose, blasphemous horrors from beyond the nighted gulfs of sanity worms, if you haven't seen sargon999's latest entry, well, you should. Ah, how I love to embarrass the fuck out of myself.
Yes, I'm terrified of WORMS. I will pet deadly snakes, tweak tiger tails, kiss naked wolf teeth, but by god, earthworms make me shit ingots of pure terror. And that worm? That worm was I am not kidding TWO FEET LONG at least. And it had an army of inbred earthworm siblings with it, too, so it wasn't, like, one worm. It was, like, seven. I am still trying to glue my skin back on.
There are some new auctions up; a lot of 6 BPAL lunacy imps, including the Blood, Wolf ('06), Harvest ('05), Buck, Hunger, and Red Moons. Also, a full 5ml of Lycaon. Smashing!
And, seriously, my favorite piece yet for reasons I can't really articulate: a bloodstone and silver necklace, by jettcat. I adore it, I want it, I'm cutting to the quick to part with it. Go take a look. It's fucking amazing. I am sitting with it in my lap right now, just touching it. Stunning.
Also, less than one day to go on the also-stunning necklace that touched my actual boobs (not the stunt-tits, but the genuine article, fo realz). It's still really cheap, too.
I've got a couple more things coming in to sell, but this is more or less it. The good news is we have topped $2,000! I still have to take out eBay and PayPal fees, but still, it's damn close to being $2k net profit, not just total revenue. Considering this is what I more or less hoped to raise, I feel completely and utterly overjoyed. Once everything is tallied up, expect a big thank-you post, and probably some sniffling. I get choked up over big numbers, what can I say?
In contrast to the good news, I have extremely frustrating news. I'm lame.
Quit laughing. It's not just my taste for Mandy Moore music or microwave pizza. I mean really for-real lame.
I hurt my foot a couple weeks back while I was out walking. The initial injury didn't really hurt, but now it hurts a lot if I walk on it too much, or for too long. Even doing weight-bearing exercise makes it flare up. Hell, even standing for very long hurts it. So I'm limited to what I can do sitting in my chair, which is not a whole hell of a lot.
It's tremendously frustrating, because it's one of the few genuinely nice times of the year right now. The weather is fucking perfect for walking, and I can't make use of it. I'll be better in time for the hammerblow Oklahoma heat to come and smash my skull in every time I go outside, I'm sure.
Well, I say it's nice out, but today has been a freak -- snow. Freaking SNOW. In April. But it will shortly be wonderful out again. And I'll still be lame.
The real shitter is that it's in the opposite foot from my fucked-up leg.
Just call me Gimpy!
And a big, squishy thank you to aoifemacewen for the Lady Val calendar. Seriously. Perked up a hellaciously lame (haha) day yesterday. Much love. If you do wind up redoing it, let me know and I will pimp it. I meant to, around Christmas, and I just got so busy I spaced it -- and I'm so sorry about that. Things were nuts.
Love, too, to my pals at Norwescon. Sorry I can't be with you partying with Luis fucking Royo, you lucky fun-having bastards. At least, what with all the shenanigans and goings on, you will probably never see this, so you can't tell Mr. Royo that I have had a massive art crush on him for years, and would sell him the left side of my brain for one of his originals.
I seriously had no idea he did conventions. I didn't even think he came out of his cave. Y'all will have to tell me if he smells like an artist. If he does, I have some perfume I could sell him.
*pant pant pant*
Ah. I think that's all I have in me. I have to get back to painting before my palette dries and the cat decides the blue water would taste nice.
Expect more posting, as things around here return to whatever semblance of normal they ever possessed.
I know y'all are secretly just dying for more pictures of the Fish.
ETA: This started out as a Lucian: Bite My Furry Crank icon post, and has ended up a Lucian: Wags! post. Christ, I missed talking to you fuckers.