::whines:: Why aren’t my entries posting! Bah! You won’t even be able to see this post! ::throws a fit::
Woo! tnm.n is back! Priscellie.blogspot.com is back to retirement.
Grr. ff.n is dead again. ::pokes it sadly with a stick::
In the shower the other day, when I do most of my thinking, I was pondering about how much I appreciated archive services like ff.n, Elfwood, Blogger, Fiction Alley, and the like. I’m always saying “Blogger is evil” and “Elfwood can bite me”, but now that I think about it, I owe them an incredible debt. They get so much grief and far too little appreciation. Hearts and hugs to the overworked moderators! In the afterlife, you will live like kings!
(in my head, this was going to be a fairly long entry. oops.)
That was eerie. I was walking to Utrecht, the art store of doom, when I passed one of thousands of used record stacks for sale on the sidewalk. I thought to myself “I wish [I originally typed “I fish”] I could find some nifty Beatles LPs, but I don’t have time to look. Then, I see on the top of the stack, four familiar fab faces. This was clearly fate. Why the heck didn’t I get it? It was only a dollar. Maybe I’ll go back tomorrow and see if it’s still there…
Good gravy on a stick. Please God no.
Jolly good. tnm.n should be restored momentarily (or maybe tomorrow morning), as all “Temporary Disablement” rubbish has been sorted out. Yay. Now I can focus my mind on transferring to Cyberpixels! Hurrah. Also, I finished and submitted the Leaky Cauldron layout design, so all is nifty. I’ll post a screencap tomorrow, once all the subs are in. ::glances around paranoidly:: I didn’t ask Alicey about her policy on showing off our work, but I’m assuming she’d be okay with it.
Let it be known that paints are bloody expensive. Gah.
And Rebecca! Trala! I can’t believe I forgot to blog about your luvverly letter! Super-hearts for the Lincoln stickers (they don’t make Wilson stickers, do they? Huh? ::scoffs haughtily::) and related coolness. I felt uber-special! ::dances about merrily::
Hurrah. That was about to be a disaster. For a moment, I was terrified, as I still haven’t gotten the tnm.n business all sorted out, and it’s still stubbornly down, and I would probably need to host the Leaky Cauldron sample image things somewhere. Then it occurred to me that I still had espressoferrets, and all was happy. Then I realized that I didn’t have access to where I stored the password, then I remembered the password. Gravy. All is good in Priscilla’s life. Except for the fact that she has to do a second Cezanne copy for tomorrow, and she’s only 9/10 of the way through with the first. Yipes. ::dashes off back to her dorm::
Erm, the dashing can wait just a second. Let it be said that I heart natural media. As of yet, I’m still a CG girl, but I’ve been having illegal amounts of fun with my colored pencils. Working on the first Cezanne, I randomly decided to color it, rather than leaving it in frankly pathetic black and white. My fingers started to get covered in pencil and charcoal dust, so I wet them and wiped them off on the spare piece of paper I had been using as a dust shield for my hand. To my shock, it looked like the mark had been made with watercolors. Were these the water soluble pencils Monica had raved about? They certainly didn’t say so anywhere. Over the next few hours of work (partly the next day), I had implemented fingers, kleenex, tortillions, and eye makeup swabs to achieve what still looked like rubbish, but at least rubbish that I was proud of. I had Experimented With New Media. Hurrah. And now I dash.
And briefly, let it be said that Faith is to be worshipped for the massive quantities of Demonology 101 updation going on. Hearts abound!
::pokes Swussian.com:: You alive there, Tanja?
Renata, Alicey, and Seejiles — be happy! I sent all the Gaiman-y goodness your respective ways yesterday. They would have been sent Friday, but the Mailboxes Etc half a block from my dorm wanted to charge twice as much as the FedEx in Union Square, about 8 blocks away. I decided to go the next day, where I would have more of an excuse to be out over there. Tra la. $8.25 per parcel versus $16 each is worth the walk, says I.
Also, I reiterate my love for used bookstores. Following Ann’s example, I went off to look for a big atlas for sketchbook fodder and wallet-making material (Marcelina has made a gorgeous wallet from snipping up a Van Gogh calendar, inspiring her friends to start an artsy wallet-making industry), and I found:
- a giant $3 US/Canada/Mexico road map book thing
- a gift for Marcelina that I’ve been searching for the pasy week, but shall remain nameless as she reads this blog and I want it to be a surprise
- a figure drawing thingie
- and a ridiculously hilarious, short, fat Episode II illustrated storybook (which is ideal random sketchbook fodder and will definitely be made into a wallet). I’ll have to scan some of the images in when I get home (a month from now ::sobs::). Hilarity.
I also found some luvverly (and most importatly, inexpensive) books of Vermeer, Rembrandt, and Van Gogh paintings that would probably make good wallet material, but I decided to leave them for a time when my brain wasn’t wired in impulse-buy mode.
Good stuff.
Yeep! Leaky Cauldron subs due tomorrow! Better finish up tonight. Good stuff. Wish Alicey and me luck!