Punching stuff, and ponies.
On the one hand, I should post more, and I should try to talk more about the good things in my life.
On the other, all "accentuate the positive" has ever really done for me is make me feel like I can't talk about things, and if there's anything in this world I hate more than shutting my fucking mouth, I don't know what it is. (Okay, feeling trapped is worse. But I think the former is closely related to the latter, so they're the same issue.)
Still, there are good things afoot.
I tend not to talk about the tabletop gaming we do because it's of little interest to anyone not in the group, but we have a great time. The regular game Sargon runs for us is going well. Our friend Tony decided to run a short Champions superhero adventure. I braved my personal distaste for numbers-crunchy systems to play, and found the combat a lot more rewarding than I had remembered from my previous forays into the Hero System rules. It's a system that focuses on combat and heavily rewards metagaming, which are things that tend not to appeal to people with my style of gameplay (in-depth storytelling and roleplaying). I have more of an appreciation for it now, evidently. Plus, sometimes it's just fun to beat the snot out of bad guys.
I've considered running a game myself for a long time, but I honestly think that would be a disaster. I could come up with a kickass storyline, but I've never tried to manage a group, and given how difficult it is for me to run something for even one person, I think I might seriously implode under the pressure. I'll stick to writing porn.
In other news, the girl steampony is more or less finished, after giving me fits and hives. I've redone her hair five times, and it still isn't quite where I want it. It's at the point, though, where nobody else is going to even see what I'm unhappy about, and I know when enough's enough. She's gorgeous, full stop, and nobody is going to argue with me about it. (Or I will eat them, but I digress.)
The boy got his face finished today (Sunday), will get his topcoat tomorrow, and will be haired beginning Tuesday. He's fabulous, too, though not as diva-licious as his sister. I'm still waffling on names. Hopefully they'll both be done in a week or so, can get their pictures taken, and can head off to their new homes. I'm ready to work on something new. Barsoomian pony! Sir Ulrich Von Lichtenstein/William Thatcher pony! Absinthe pony! OMG! ALL THE PONIES.
Seriously, though, I have a little file of index cards with pony ideas written on them so I don't forget any. I counted the other day and had 94. Then I added a few, and now I have 124. More ponies than I will ever be able to paint. That idea I tossed out a little while back of doing much simpler ones is sounding pret-ty great right about now. I just need to have simpler ideas, because "full-body repaint, three-color gradient, fairy wings, lace, pearls, and unicorn horn" is not simple.
I have to see the doctor tomorrow, and for entirely unavoidable reasons it's not my usual doctor. I've seen this lady before, but she's still not Dr. C. So, that'll be mildly anxiety-provoking. Then, Tuesday, I have to see the psych to get my psych prescriptions renewed so I can fill them at the cheap place, and I'm really not looking forward to that. Last time, the person who took my vitals basically Bingo-ed me with the whole "but that's a thing you can conquer!" line re: eating disorder stuff. I'm going to refresh my knowledge of mortality rates for eating disorders and for mental illness in general, in case I run into her again and she doesn't remember my gentle verbal slap from last time.
Anyway, tell me about your weekend, and/or anything amusing your pets have done recently. I never get tired of pet stories.
We're teaching Etrigan to wear a harness, so we can eventually put him on a lead and sit with him safely in the yard, where he so desperately wants to go. He thinks the harness is fucking amazing, man, and acts positively stoned out of his gourd every time we put it on him. Purring, rolling, mashy-paws, wiggling and flopping, the whole nine yards. Deliriously happy little dork-face. He is so weird.
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On the other, all "accentuate the positive" has ever really done for me is make me feel like I can't talk about things, and if there's anything in this world I hate more than shutting my fucking mouth, I don't know what it is. (Okay, feeling trapped is worse. But I think the former is closely related to the latter, so they're the same issue.)
Still, there are good things afoot.
I tend not to talk about the tabletop gaming we do because it's of little interest to anyone not in the group, but we have a great time. The regular game Sargon runs for us is going well. Our friend Tony decided to run a short Champions superhero adventure. I braved my personal distaste for numbers-crunchy systems to play, and found the combat a lot more rewarding than I had remembered from my previous forays into the Hero System rules. It's a system that focuses on combat and heavily rewards metagaming, which are things that tend not to appeal to people with my style of gameplay (in-depth storytelling and roleplaying). I have more of an appreciation for it now, evidently. Plus, sometimes it's just fun to beat the snot out of bad guys.
I've considered running a game myself for a long time, but I honestly think that would be a disaster. I could come up with a kickass storyline, but I've never tried to manage a group, and given how difficult it is for me to run something for even one person, I think I might seriously implode under the pressure. I'll stick to writing porn.
In other news, the girl steampony is more or less finished, after giving me fits and hives. I've redone her hair five times, and it still isn't quite where I want it. It's at the point, though, where nobody else is going to even see what I'm unhappy about, and I know when enough's enough. She's gorgeous, full stop, and nobody is going to argue with me about it. (Or I will eat them, but I digress.)
The boy got his face finished today (Sunday), will get his topcoat tomorrow, and will be haired beginning Tuesday. He's fabulous, too, though not as diva-licious as his sister. I'm still waffling on names. Hopefully they'll both be done in a week or so, can get their pictures taken, and can head off to their new homes. I'm ready to work on something new. Barsoomian pony! Sir Ulrich Von Lichtenstein/William Thatcher pony! Absinthe pony! OMG! ALL THE PONIES.
Seriously, though, I have a little file of index cards with pony ideas written on them so I don't forget any. I counted the other day and had 94. Then I added a few, and now I have 124. More ponies than I will ever be able to paint. That idea I tossed out a little while back of doing much simpler ones is sounding pret-ty great right about now. I just need to have simpler ideas, because "full-body repaint, three-color gradient, fairy wings, lace, pearls, and unicorn horn" is not simple.
I have to see the doctor tomorrow, and for entirely unavoidable reasons it's not my usual doctor. I've seen this lady before, but she's still not Dr. C. So, that'll be mildly anxiety-provoking. Then, Tuesday, I have to see the psych to get my psych prescriptions renewed so I can fill them at the cheap place, and I'm really not looking forward to that. Last time, the person who took my vitals basically Bingo-ed me with the whole "but that's a thing you can conquer!" line re: eating disorder stuff. I'm going to refresh my knowledge of mortality rates for eating disorders and for mental illness in general, in case I run into her again and she doesn't remember my gentle verbal slap from last time.
Anyway, tell me about your weekend, and/or anything amusing your pets have done recently. I never get tired of pet stories.
We're teaching Etrigan to wear a harness, so we can eventually put him on a lead and sit with him safely in the yard, where he so desperately wants to go. He thinks the harness is fucking amazing, man, and acts positively stoned out of his gourd every time we put it on him. Purring, rolling, mashy-paws, wiggling and flopping, the whole nine yards. Deliriously happy little dork-face. He is so weird.
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