Read DV10 yet? If not, you should. Not simply because the story is fabulous, but because Alicey and I have cameos. Muaha.
Woo-hoo! Half-finished with my breastplate! Let the world know that those plaster roll things are my new best friend. I’m letting the form dry now (it’s about 3 layers thick), and later this afternoon I’ll reinforce it some more in the weak places. It’s absolutely awesome! *heeeeaaaaarts breastplate* Exactly what I had in mind. Additionally, this afternoon, I also want to investigate a belt, plus the leather strips and spraypaint for the breastplate. Silver/gold (mostly silver), with a bit of dry-brushed rust. Sounds good? Yay. Then it’s just the short sword, leather calf-strip-things, and the badge and I’m done! Ooh, Halloween can’t come soon enough.
Just got my 24th email submission for the etymology of “Billywig”. That’s it. ::rolls up sleeves, grabs crowbar, and departs with a purposeful look on her face::
Priscilla’s Life at the Moment:
A joke I heard today:
President Bush and Colin Powell are sitting in a bar.
A guy walks in and asks the barman, “Isn’t that Bush and Powell sitting over there?”
The barman says, “Yep, that’s them.”
So the guy walks over and says, “Wow, this is a real honor. What are you guys doing in here?”
Bush says, “We’re planning WW III.”
And the guy says, “Really? What’s going to happen?”
Bush says, “Well, we’re going to kill 140 million Iraqis this time and a cute, fuzzy, innocent little kitten.”
The guy exclaimed, “A cute, fuzzy, innocent little kitten? Why kill a kitten?”
Bush turns to Powell, punches him on the shoulder and says, “See, smarty pants? I told you no one would worry about the 140 million Iraqis!”
Spent 10 hours at school today. Kill me now.
In other news, the JETS notebook is going to absolutely rock this year. Hurrah for industrial grunge.
Woo-hoo! Internet connection is back on! *grooves* Wow, I’m a happy camper now. *kicks stupid 56k modem and AOL she was forced to use in the interim*
Why are all my guestbook entries on some kind of crack? The latest: “A stunned silence lasting around five or six minutes, followed by a quiet gulp. A luke-warm cup of coffee and two garibaldi biscuits later, the words ‘kin ell’ were muttered with reverence. I’m frequently shocked, but never so pleasantly. Congrats.”
What in gravy? Of course, I like getting these kinds of weird comments a lot more than normal ones, because they add surrealism to my day, so I’m happy. Yay for “Mick”.
Ooh, yay! My Elfwood gallery has been updated. Comment, if you wish.
I think I’m going to make my breastplate this weekend. *nods* Yeah, that’ll be cool… After the SAT 2’s, of course. Bah to the SAT 2’s.