A friend came visiting for a couple weeks, and my sister and I went all around the countryside with her. It was exhausting, expensive, and very very VERY fun I took way too many photos. Some of the better ones will undoubtedly turn up here... Also, there was a medieval fair (fayr ahaha) and I went as a crusader. Will put a picture showing me in costume up, too. Before that, the pictures need EDITING. To make them all beeootiful and whatnot. Yaay!

(Music: She War, by Cat Power) Me and my sister are kinda in the process of writing up a contract with an very small company that hosts rpg sessions, to make pictures to put on t-shirts. Anything we make will, of course, end up here at some point. We're both extra extra excited about this. We started gaming with these people about halfway through 2007, so we all know each other fairly well, which is goood. (Music: Dead Can Dance) I don't know how long it's going to take for a) the contract to get sorted b) the pics to get made, and c) the stuff to get printed, but I'll try to remember to update.

Soo I'm suddenly faced with a wee bit more structure in my art than I'm used to! The way I usually do stuff is very, very loosely... I tend to work on one thing for a few hours, and then another thing for a few more hours, so on. Lots of different projects in various stages of completion is kinda the standard for me. (Music: PDA, by Interpol) But now, in order to take, welll, less than a year to finish a pic, I'm going to have to sort of pull my act together heh. I'll still be working on other stuff, too (I don't think I'm mentally capable of focusing on one thing for more than a day), but (in the interests of making money!) I'll have to put more of my attention towards single projects at a time, sort of thing. Yeah. It makes me nervous, though!

In other news... Hm. I'm thinking about signing up for twitter. Is this worth it? I hardly remember to put daily sort of stuff up about me here, or on facebook/myspace or anything, let alone 6/12-hourly updates... But it might be good for following various people, I dunno. I'm already following my favourite author, Terry Pratchett, by just having his twitter page bookmarked. I check a bunch of bookmarked stuff (mostly webcomics) every single night. wooh, routine.

Oh yeah! We got a puppy! And we didn't take any photos when he was still baby-sized! Augh! He's such a cutie. A labrador/kelpie/blue heeler cross - a very doggish kinda mutt, in other words. He's very sweet-tempered, and his name is T-bone, and he's almost all black, just like my cat Micky. T-bone worships Micky. Micky avoids T-bone. It's basically a stalker relationship.

Okay, peach out y'all.

I got glasses! Woohoo! [link]

Stumbled across this picture [link] in someone's faves. I like the statement, it's something I've said to the people preaching apocalypse when they come knocking. And that got me thinking, and now I'm feeling all naïve and perplexed... Why are people looking forward to an apocalypse? Don't they ever doubt that maybe they're on the wrong side after all? Aren't they fond of... sun rises, and apples, and mitachondrial dna, and gravity, and atmospheric impurities that make stars twinkle, and sandy beaches, and weird deep sea things with too many legs, and... just everything, all fitting together so neatly? And elephants, elephants are smart things. Will they be saved from the rains of fire and brimstone?

A woman said to me, wouldn't it be good, though, to have all the pain and suffering in the world gone forever? I said to her, pain and suffering give our life meaning. Before I could explain, she brushed me off with, well, that's obviously something referring to your own life, we're not talking about that.

But... pain and suffering. When we're small blobby things, each in our own womb, at one stage sections of cells die off and drift away. Whole clumps. Since our nerves are already formed by then, this is presumably a bit painful. These dying cells define our fingers and toes and other fine details. Death, and pain, are inextricably entwined with our very creation.

That being said, there is a lot wrong with the world, usually done by humans to other humans. But we're not children anymore, just coming down from the trees and wondering if it'd be a good idea to run from the furry yellow thing or chase it. Humanity has surely grown up enough (what with all that pain and death in our history) to start taking responsibility for our own actions, instead of waiting for some Ultimate Parental Figure to come and sort things out for us. God gave us free will - the responsibility for ourselves, each other, and the world. I'm starting to feel that it's fairly wrong to just wait til this one blows up because we can't be bothered trying to fix it.

I think this is my longest journal entry so far. Not gonna reread it in case it doesn't make any sense...

Woe, my Walker barbie has been stolen! This one here: [link]

O misery!