Pandora's music box / The blues are still blue spotted tail

I stumbled across a manga recommendation thread on SA (via a Retsutalk episode) and found some good stuff...I'm still reading through a few of them, but man...Goons definitely know what they're about -- masters of all things, etc. THANKS, THE GOONS!

In Qualia the Purple, Marii thinks people look like robots. Hey, that's swell -- but are you guys ready...FOR FRIENDSHIP

Baaaaaw.

Friendship (and borderline yuri), philosophy, and quantum physics... what more could a gal ask for?!

YEEEEAH REPRESENT

...aaaand this is one from Curvy I've been meaning to put up.

So! Some good finds there; apparently my to-read queue ISN'T BIG ENOUGH.
...It's nice to have the distraction, though; I got a mean case of the feels this past week, for which I (mostly) blame winter. It was so snowy here they ended up cutting a bunch of shifts at work... which at least meant I didn't have to bike in the snow, so that's a plus... and I have some good default things on the internet now for when I'm feeling down and need some cheering up. :3 They are the best things.

Music time!

All my nightmares escaped my head

 

We come in doing cartwheels

we all crawl out by ourselves

I...

I felt like I could just fly

(but nothing happened every time I tried)

Dare to be one of us, girl,

facing the android's conundrum.

You don't know how long

I've been watching the lantern dim,

starved of oxygen -- so

give me your hand, and let's

jump out the window. 

I left my lady in the launderette

you can put some money on it,

you can place a little bet that

when I see my lady

the black will be white and

the white will be black

but the blues are still blue

*  *  *

Suddenly, it was 4 am

...so I guess screw you, future self? To be fair: you should probably have seen this coming based on our shared past experience of screwing over future selves.

Happy 4 am! Remember: DO NOT. APPROACH. THE DOG PARK.

Feels so good, it must be Saturday

I ended up having some adventures last night, but I'll have to post about them some other time -- for now it's dinner time, and then veeedeeeeooo gaaames!

Who will fall far behind?

Sonuvagotdamnit/co/

Sooo there was a sad cartoon (and video, I guess) thread and now I am a melted puddle of feels. AND SO, TOO, UNTO THEE.

"I walked in with you alone, I'm walkin' out with you alone."

aaaaughlaublaghl

Montezuma to Tripoli (oh man, oh my, oh me)

Hello hello!
It's been a  little while -- I was sick this week, so I didn't do a whole lot...but today I got pumped (as the kids say) and got a whole bunch of stuff done. I think sleep deprivation helped somehow, because sleep...didn't really happen last night.

I've been drawing some more stuff here and there for Retsupurae, and for Supergreatfriend's delightful Saturday Stram crowd -- the latter in conjunction with the wonderfully talented Arlowa, who takes my crude lineart and works fantastic wizardry upon it. BEHOOOOLD!

 This one I colored, and I think it turned out funny, if decidedly less magical:

I also re-did an old dinosaur comic, because the apatosaurus looked dumb in the first version :/

So, there you have...all those things!

In more boring news, I'm getting my healthcare crap lined out, and applying for a second job as a grocery checker... it's really close to my first job, and if I can get an employee discount on groceries AND books, then I think I'll be pretty set. Cross your fingers for me, because one retail job just isn't cutting it, frankly, and I dream of someday becoming a real grown-up who doesn't have to worry about rent from month to month. (HA-HAAAaaaa)

Did you know there is a show about Wizard Lawyers? Because I am not even kidding.

These two books from the Library! are really good so far. I need to add them to my wishlist, but it's too vast and incomprehensible, by which I mean it is a box stuffed full of ISBNs on scraps of paper. That is how the book addict do.

In dearth or in excess,

both the slave

and the empress

will return to the dirt, I guess,

naked as when they came

(I wonder if I'll see any faces above me

or just cracks in the ceiling) --

nobody else to blame.

Nothing can be done

Week was long and somewhat baffling. I learned that walking to work takes longer than expected and trashes my back and feet -- but the snow melted today, so I can bike again! This is nice.
I've been in a comfy haze of books since my library trip. I got The Maxx, and it's great so far... and a graphic biography of Hunter S. Thompson (which was also good, but made me want a more substantial bio of him as well). Right now I'm on a book about the theft of a moon rock, which is kinda fluffy so far -- but I've been liking it. Maybe I needed some fluff. Bleeeeuuuaaaarrrr, this week.

I invented a game called "fill boxes with random doodles" -- you can probably guess how it's played.

As much as I'd like to end the post on that hamster-with-a-knife note, here are a few more things I keep forgetting to stick up here:

Exit stage...whatever direction my bed is in.

I am too tired to think of a post title

Today I visited the library(!) branch by my house and scored some goodies. I feel stagnant, and want to punch winter in the face -- maybe it's time to get my paints out and challenge that shit with brushes.

Despite a few rough bits, this (see below) was really good -- and this is coming from someone who's rather burnt out on zombie fiction.

Sooo... look forward to it, yo.

Heartbreak and the symbolic real

She said "History don't catch a thing;
unseen we slip under
that pendulum swing --
and for a heartbeat only, pet

(Planck length, pixel
Mandelbrot set)

time grinds the cave with painted walls,
love and anguish, whippoorwill calls,
a hand picking mint, a hummingbird's glint
young monk squinting, line of print --
the curling
of your collarbone,
words aloud when you're alone.

Oh
Won't you be my Serengeti?
Wandered desert, hot and sweaty;
a blush of pink, that heatwave wink.
Old and dry with nothing to drink.

Daylight licked me into shape // I must have been asleep for days

Well, got a few things done today; I think I'm going to try finishing up our stream setup so X(AKA CILANTRO) and I can play some vidya games -- I don't know if the computer I'm currently using for TF2 can handle it but we'll see how that goes.

I also found out recently that Jennifer Charles, the singer for Elysian Fields (see awesomeness below:)

is also in a band called Lovage:

So that was cool to discover -- her voice is sexy as heeeellll  O.O

I need to wrap presents and all that crap... guys
GUYS.
GUYYYYS.
I just want the holidays to be over, already.

Annnd...more songs.

I opened up my eyes and found myself alone

alone alone

above a raging sea

Another head aches, another heart breaks --

I'm so much older than I can take --

and my affection, well...

it comes and goes.

What is this blog thing

I'm drinking beer at Flying Pie, trying to think very little about things today. Three beers in (I'm such a lightweight lately!) that's easier; I caught up on Beyond the Boundary, and I'm watching through Ano Natsu De Matteru despite its RIDICULOUS premise. I was also recommended Sword Art Online, which I really enjoyed aside from SO MUCH IDEALISM. The characters have the best magical-goddamn relationship ever and then there's some objectivist-princess-rescuing bologna. I don't know; I still really liked it, it just got really ridiculous sometimes -- and maybe it's hard to see a relationship so perfect given my current subjective bullshit.

Hey, I draw things sometimes too. That seems like a much better topic.

The penguin might need some work; not sure how I feel about his shading.

Goddamn, The Beer; you really pack a punch.

I think I'm going to go home and see if I can get on some TF2 -- I feel like I could use some burninating today. MAYBE IT'S THE BEER, YO.

P.S. Now I'm at home and my brother has TMBG on and this makes me inexplicably & extremely happy/bittersweet. Oh, particle man. Just keep on doin' those things a particle can.

Stole me a dog-eared map // and called for you everywhere

Up and running on presents this week, thank goodness. I finished one yesterday, and am most of the way on a second...have I mentioned how much I love my new drawing program? We're also getting the house cleaned today, so I'm taking the chance to catch up on some cleaning of my own. It's coming along -- nice to de-clutter a bit. I'm putting a box together to take by the SA (and maybe stop in for more books! The last time I was there I found all kinds of goodies*) and I think I'm going to swing by the dollar store because I live the cray-cray high life, yo. This has been your thrilling dispatch from Boring World.

*(This book, this book, this book, this book, & this book -- and the FLCL soundtrack?! I don't even know.)


P.S. Have a panda

But that was many years from now --

& I hope from here on out

I always seem to want to shout

"Your eyes are like a cup o' tea;

ascend into the sun with me."

My mind is filled with ghosts --

they're more than most of all my loves gone wrong

Don't let it whip-crack your life,

and I'll bow out from the fight --

those old pious sisters were right:

the worst part is over.

Now: get back on that horse
and ride.

Moving along to the beat of a song

I was sick today, but I made it to my first (official) stream :3 It was fun! Someone posted some fanfic and I foolishly decided to draw it (well, foolishly considering alllll the other crap I have to do this week; THANKS, THE HOLIDAYS). It's looking ok so far for a sketchy, thrown together thing. I drew some other stuff too, so I guess I should stick those up here as well.

I've got a few more things in the works as well, sooo... there will be things here later? I'm not really sure why I bother sometimes -- but that's probably the being-sick talking. I'm gonna crash; I'm beat.

I've been getting loose with my tongue and free with my hands 

How can I expect you to understand who I am?

This fuckin' day

Well, tonight I threw up off a bridge, so I can cross that off my bucket list. Though in this case I just wish I'd been at home, and with an actual bucket. Also many other terrible things happened. Hey, let's look at pictures now.

Annnd...I'm going to bed. I hope I feel better tomorrow; I called in to work, but I want to wake up early and see how I feel because that's a good chunk of hours I'm missing :/
fff

Just a piece of time in the world

Kind of a melancholy day. Making a lot of progress on projects though.
I found out that my Grandma's not doing so well. She hasn't been eating or taking care of herself, and everyone's pretty freaked out about it. I feel really helpless about the whole thing -- I was trying to think of something I could do to help, but I honestly don't know how. I'm working on a picture for her, but I don't know if it'll help or not... we have very different interpretations of the world, and it makes me unsure how to comfort her because I know that what I personally find comforting is kind of odd anyway, and might...I don't know, unsettle her? Maybe it's that I want to talk to her about what she's going through, but our established relationship dynamic kind of prevents me from that. Anyway, the helplessness makes me really fucking annoyed with myself. Actually, I guess the helplessness just kind of adds to the stack at this point. What the fuck, self? What the fuck are you doing.

Gahhhhh.

(We all go through it together,

but we all go at it alone)

And I don't want to fence you --

I know that I sense you

have someone else's heart.

And I have a sliver of love now;

I won't push and shove now

(I hope you come around).

Tending to motion

Well, on my way back from Washington (which was delightful); Bellingham really is a beautiful city -- I should probably have taken more pictures of the bay and the architecture around town. They have an AWESOME local bookstore and, while it can get a little cold, everything is green and gorgeous (there are plants and moss eeeeeverywhere; I love it). Their streets are insane, though.

I'm in the airport now, which seems weirdly devoid of time. The person sitting next to you may be just starting their journey, or they may have been travelling for days. People are sleeping on benches, getting a drink at the bar or a cup of coffee in the cafe. Breakfast or dinner? Early or late? The time of the actual place (somewhat) ceases to matter as your own personal little bubble of travel time goes along with you from airport to airport like another carry-on.
Okay, I just re-read that paragraph...man, I hope I can get some sleep today -- I think I need it.

Heeere's some links:

Pussy Riot and Zizek being buddies (as they should)

Mechanical bacteria death!