Dialogue time again! Here we'd have Sir Paolen (who refuses to GTFO my subconscious lately, although I'm not complaining much) discussing an interesting aspect of his profession with his at the time small-year-old son (whose hair isn't very long yet, thus giving him a sort of indigo puffball 'do) during one of their numerous wilderness excursions
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So most of my interpals know I work at a Target one-hour photo lab. This is hardly the worst job ever (I actually kinda like it when I don't have to do customer service work, because ARGH*), but it relies heavily on my equipment not breaking down
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I'm working on a new writing thing. Zeeg is not forgotten, not by a long shot, but I've had a rough four days at work, and the only cure for that is Joachim in college. Amoral alpha males are one of the greatest guilty pleasures the writing world e'er has known, especially when they can get dates by mentioning that they have a castle back home.
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So I was all, "Hey, sothacid, WTF should I draw, I can't decide," and he was all, "Hey, we haven't seen Kketosh in like forever, you should do a picture of him," and I was all, "Okay," and here it is.
Clip from a jam session with unciaa, with sothacid and phoenixalpha watching in horrified amusement. oC screwed up halfway through or I'd have posted the whole thing, since the Isle of Tiny was fun to see
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I have decided, after going over it with phoenixalpha, that my story is not so much an actual story as it is an extended vignette; I make this distinction because not an awful lot happens in it beyond the reader getting run over by the Exposition Bus. It's a pretty entertaining Exposition Bus, though (at least in my opinion). To prevent the current work from
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