My love my love my love she keeps me warm

Well hello there, The Internet*! It looks like you're getting a second post in under a week! Clearly someone is finally getting her ass in gear for 2013.**

I snagged The Secret World while it was on sale & have been enjoying it so far, but I need to get my gent hooked as well -- really, what good is a world where you can be a katana-wielding Illuminati blood-o-mancer waging war upon the unholy spawn of eldritch Lovecraftian horrors without someone to share it with? I'm sure this is one of those essential questions every human must, at some point, ask themselves.
I spent a lot of time making and deleting a slew of characters (you only get three slots), but I ended up with two thus far: an Illuminati blood-magic user I still haven't played much, and a tiny Dragon chick with a blue pixie cut and a hammer, named Smashy, who is incredibly gratifying to play. I'll try to get some pictures, wot wot.

In other news, I'm still not done with Bakemonogatari yet -- but I'm really, really enjoying it. Harking back to my earlier post about paper-writing: I really want to deconstruct it, because (not to spoil too much) I feel like it really tackles a lot of psychological questions in a metaphorical sense by framing them as paranormal encounters. Maybe I'll take notes the next time around, when I force my gentleman anyone I can to watch it -- I would take that show apart with a spoon, because it is fucking delicious. I tried to find the ending theme to the episode I was watching tonight, but youtube could not deliver -- it's too bad, because the animation for it is amazing and also it made me want to cry like a little girl.

Would you like some mspaint doodles? Because I just happen to have some right here. Oh! Also I'm going to post the art piece I did for solstice (as promised), but the file is massive & I need to figure out how to get around size limitations, sooooo... not today, but... eventually?

 

Also, here are some videos:

My bed is full of (2) cats! They know we're tooootal suckers when it's cold out, so they play it up and cry pitifully outside the door and/or turn into cuddly little purr motors so they can weasel their way in to our deliciously heated domicile. I know it's a shameless ruse for warmth -- they never pull this mega-snuggle-cuteness crap in the summer -- but ohgawdtheyaresocute. Okay, time to go pet cats now.

*IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME

**HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAAAAAHAA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, Oh man. Haha -- Oh, man, no. Noooo, no way.

Eating animal crackers -- means I just ate a fucking tiger mothafuckas