Also: "Oh, it must have been difficult for Leah, following and old man on a mad search for the secrets to defeating the Lords of the Burning Hells." Yeah. That sounds real hard, Deckard Cain. Or it sounds like every geek's wet dream.
Kuragehime is one of the best things I've ever watched. It was so good that I tracked down the manga, too, and am thoroughly hooked. Like Arakawa, this is one I have a hard time appreciating in words; the Amars are fucking awesome, and as tight as a sisterhood should be, and the relationship between Kuranosuke & Tsukimi is subtle and fragile. I hope the other Amars continue to develop, though -- specifically I'd like to see more of Banba, because she rocks. ♥
In other news, I want to go to here because I bet the experience of it first-hand is mind-blowing.
In other other news there may be some art up here soon -- but I'm having trouble justifying the time spent in photoshop versus the minuscule improvement I appear to been making. I'll futz with something for hours and come up with something I'm only half satisfied with... it's frustrating and exhausting and I can't help but wonder if I'm not (still) going about this all the wrong way. Do want awakened mode.
Yesterday started off like some kind of nuclear-meltdown-fail-erpillar but by the end of the day had magically meta-morphed into an all-devouring butterfly of crystallized awesome. Man, I don't even care if that metaphor doesn't make sense; it was rad and I am tired and happy.
I have a plateful of things to do today, but my dessert is sweet, sweet Skyrim. Did I mention I am quite sleep deprived? It is really my only excuse for these metaphors (and, apparently, my spelling).
ALSO NEW PONY:
Here is a handy rule of thumb to determine whether you currently exist in a meritorious layer of the multiverse: does coffee exist*? If yes then fucking awesome.
*Within a given quantity. If nothing but coffee exists in your multiverse then you probably have more pressing (HA!) concerns, like breathing.
My pony has kind of a disapproving librarian feel about her, and I am alright with this. Yon gentlemen are pwning face on TF2, & we are about to throw down on some Wonderfalls. Like rockstars, but without the depressing heartbreak so far.
Words is absurd(s), yo. Whatever this number of beers is is the number wot is the number for too many numbers of beers.
In Yon Photoshoppe I've been shaping landscapes lately--strange swooping and dripping things unbound by physical constraints and probably more surrealist than anything I've watched come out of my fingers before. They're not great, but I feel like they're going places, if only I can poke at them long enough.
On the job side of things: customers continue to range from grumpy to wonderful. I am tired of people steamrolling me in conversations, though -- be they managers or customers. It makes me feel invalidated, and I can't tell if I'm boring them or if they're just in a hurry. I've been trying not to overwhelm people with information, but... it's a bookstore(?) & am not sure if doin' it rite.
Your dose of anguish today is one that's been on my mind for awhile: reading requires a time investment, and the more time you spend in a bookstore or library the more time you will spend finding books to enjoy. There are a lot of "bad" books out there (depending on taste), but even if you avoid those as you dig you will likely find many more books to read than will be possible within a given lifetime. You will never be able to experience all the good books in the world, but only a small fraction (the same is true of reality -- it is too vast for us to be able to truly experience all but the smallest & most subjective sliver).
Of course, the optimistically converse aspect of this is that we have time in this world to enjoy books at all.
that song that went well with the glow of the sunset?
You always fell silent
and sadly sang it to yourself
Now, time passes,
and that melody is stained in sepia, oh!
We can never go back, oh, friends
You seem farther away than a stranger
We were always running, oh, friends
I loved that look in your eyes
Where did we fall apart, oh, friends?
On days when I hung my head we gazed at each other
And when we linked fingers, oh, friends
I felt as if time had stopped
Between Dance in the Vampire Bund and Arakawa Under the Bridge my bittersweet-romance meter is pretty high lately. DitVB has a lot (A LOT) of fanservice (in MANY forms), but the voice actress who plays Mina Tepes has some MAD skills, and it's got a strong story. Also, Mina Tepes could eat your face off (my team).
AUtB is quirky and sweet -- but also more subtle & harder to define. I'd try to review it, but I think I need to see more episodes first. I like its treatment of outcasts so far, though -- it's a very accepting atmosphere, and the entire river setting is incredibly peaceful.
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin, or the shape of their eyes, or the shape I'm in? Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today? No: I hate the men sent the jobs away.
Illustrations for a magical project of learning my almost-teacher BFF is putting together. Also did another, larger alien holding a sweet holograph of South America, since that's what the kids are learning about... but I kind of burnt out on that one, so it's not as finished-looking & I shan't waste space on it here.
