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Yeah, got a few new userpics; some I got from one my favorite Millenium episodes (the Jose Chung one) and the other two I pulled from one of my alltime favorite movies (The Company of Wolves).
So Hluwige's off at Georgette's place with Penelope, cooking for SOK. I myself am doing my own thing; working on a pouch for me, and writing some.
I'll admit I'm incredibly unprepared for SOK. I've got classes to prepare for and an other pouch to make for some prize or other. But dammit, after working a few tens I think I deserve a little bit of Saturday for me and to do whatever the hell I goddamn-well please.
I feel kinda funny as I write right now--not funny ha-ha, but rather strange in the physiological sense. I don't think anybody's just walked over my grave, but I got this sensation that my body's trying to tell me something is off. Maybe it's 'cause I don't have any armor on and I'm not whacking away at anyone. Or maybe it's that I've got all this other stuff that's not done yet (i.e. the stuff I just mentioned). I hate that--having that sensation wash over me like I just got puddle-splashed by the semi-truck of realization. I got my coffee to go here in the shoppe and my bike is just outside the window waiting for me to get on back home and get down to doing shit. I told myself, "just a few minutes online, and then home to the study to hammer away at the keyboard and input something I can read later without shame". That's what I told myself, and in truth I've only been here for the last fifteen minutes. My coffee's still hot.
The pouch I'm putting together is done in the style of one of the Pazyryk pouches, but I'm just kinda wingin' it and making a few changes. No copper geese for one thing and the trim is different, but it's still got fur on the front, a decorative top of 'incised leather' (whatever the fuck THAT really means; I'm tooling it), and I'm trying an idea for the actual funky pouch design, it's kinda weird. I don't know--it'll be pouch.
So now I'm making good on what I told myself and going home.
So Hluwige's off at Georgette's place with Penelope, cooking for SOK. I myself am doing my own thing; working on a pouch for me, and writing some.
I'll admit I'm incredibly unprepared for SOK. I've got classes to prepare for and an other pouch to make for some prize or other. But dammit, after working a few tens I think I deserve a little bit of Saturday for me and to do whatever the hell I goddamn-well please.
I feel kinda funny as I write right now--not funny ha-ha, but rather strange in the physiological sense. I don't think anybody's just walked over my grave, but I got this sensation that my body's trying to tell me something is off. Maybe it's 'cause I don't have any armor on and I'm not whacking away at anyone. Or maybe it's that I've got all this other stuff that's not done yet (i.e. the stuff I just mentioned). I hate that--having that sensation wash over me like I just got puddle-splashed by the semi-truck of realization. I got my coffee to go here in the shoppe and my bike is just outside the window waiting for me to get on back home and get down to doing shit. I told myself, "just a few minutes online, and then home to the study to hammer away at the keyboard and input something I can read later without shame". That's what I told myself, and in truth I've only been here for the last fifteen minutes. My coffee's still hot.
The pouch I'm putting together is done in the style of one of the Pazyryk pouches, but I'm just kinda wingin' it and making a few changes. No copper geese for one thing and the trim is different, but it's still got fur on the front, a decorative top of 'incised leather' (whatever the fuck THAT really means; I'm tooling it), and I'm trying an idea for the actual funky pouch design, it's kinda weird. I don't know--it'll be pouch.
So now I'm making good on what I told myself and going home.