Blather, rinse, repeat

Today is intensely historic and I can't seem to quit watching Al Jazeera's live feed of Egypt's celebrations. I realize it's not over, and they've still so much work to be done, but the people are just letting loose and partying in the streets and it's a beautiful thing. Just playing the live stream in the background keeps giving putting me in a good mood.

What else is happy times? Well, I have another poem up at HitRECord.

And, freaking, CHECK THIS OUT. My friend RJ, an incredible musician, toon an awesome reading of the poem I did before this one, and set it to music. It's fantastic. It's like, iPod, driving music fantastic. ^_^ He put a lot of effort into it and it paid off.

One of the happiest things that can happen in HitRECord is when you load your own page and you see a new "results" tab under your work. I can't even tell you how gratifying that is. :D

So, and check this out. One of my longtime good friends, a fellow crow-lady, has another longtime friend who has a book published. She was talking to her friend about my attempts to find an agent, and her friend revealed that her agent is someone whose name I dare not even mention, and whose most famous author-client I dare not even name, whose ridiculously well-known and iconic SF books—one in particular—he sold, and I dare not even breathe. ANYway. Ends up that said agent is super fond of his client who is my friend's friend, and he said that he would be open to an email from me. He's not looking to sign any more writers right now; he is closed to queries and even if he wasn't (he made this clear to me,) he doesn't deal with unpublished novelists anymore. BUT. Because he is such good friends with my other friend, he would make some time to, I don't know, give me some tips, some pointers and such.

He allowed me to send him the first three chapters of my novel.

I was like,


And that's how I still feel, awaiting his feedback. WHICH I WILL TAKE LIKE A HXC PRO. I actually kinda pride myself on taking all sorts of criticism as a writer and applying it instead of getting butthurt. There is something to be said for going through a writing program in college. If nothing else, it gets you used to having someone tell you, "This part blows, but here's what would make it better."

In fact in college, I had these two very stern teachers, stern in different ways. One was entirely old-school. He was this older gentleman with perfectly coiffed white hair, still wore 3-piece suits to lectures every day, and spoke in absolute perfect Northeast English. He'd offer devastating criticism with a smile, but wasn't above occasional vulgarity.

My other favorite writing teacher was of an entirely different sort. He was actually a published author of quite a few books, and he dressed in the same exact chalk-stained clothes every single day. He didn't temper his criticism with kindness. Or actually, he sort of did, but it was edgy kindness, like damn it, if you can't have a sense of humor about suckage, then why were you there? If I handed in something halfway decent to him he'd comment, "Fair enough, I guess. But what the hell was this part?" If something truly sucked he would just write, "Honestly?" in red ink. Or, "Must we?" He used to tell all of his students, "If you can only be intelligent for three pages, then please don't bore me with ten pages of filler."

I seriously didn't mean to get on this tangent. I loved college, (the first time, I mean,) and I miss a lot of my professors.

Anyway, today is a good day to send out another query. So I'm going to pick out one or two agents, tailor my stuff to their submission guidelines, and have another go.

I'm never going to run out of cake. :)

Here, look at some pics of my adorable crow with a heart crystal in his beak.

( Take my heart from out they beak? )

AWWWW.

My little woodthrush, Fox, just had a seizure. Okay, he is in the exact same spot that Dana lived, different cage though. Dana had seizures toward the end, too. And seeing as how I've got an epileptic in the household, I'm really wondering now if there's something in here, in my house, that triggers seizures.

I remind myself that Dana was neurological since birth (or hatching really,) and she always had nystagmus, every day; it just never went away. And that Fox came to me with a severe head injury, blunt force trauma.

But why a seizure all of a sudden like this? OTOH it's possible that he has been having them the entire time and I've just never witnessed it before.

Holy crap, just as I was writing this he had another one.

The only thing Fox and Dana have in common aside from their locale is their diet, which is mealworms and fruit, usually blueberries. Hmm. I wonder what sort of seizure this is, and if the blueberries are maybe fermenting? But they're brand new, though, just thawed two days ago.

Should anyone have any suggestions, I'm open to hearing them.

Eight thousand dead doves in Italy.

Scrolling down, I'm looking at the picture of the dead starling. It's weird that its mouth is open. usually they do that when they go agonal before they die. So it seems like it wasn't an immediate process. The redwing blackbird has its mouth slightly open, but that looks like it could have happened when it fell. It's the starling that looks like it had at least a minute to consider dying. And look at how its wings are stretched out, too. That's not a quick death; that sort of death in a bird is more a process. I mean, in my experience.

I'm curious about the blue stains on the doves' beaks, too. Obviously that's hypoxia, and that's kind of making me think what I was considering before, which was a toxin, with the clotting.

So I wonder if there is a bacterial toxin that would cause both clotting and hypoxia?

Gosh, I really wish I could take a closer look.

Also, I'm quite freaked by this.

ETA: Actually, the clotting could cause the hypoxia, couldn't it? But again, that would be a process. It'd be weird if they were flying when it happened. A process like that, you'd tend to think the wouldn't get as far as even leaving the ground.

ETA again: If it was a toxin, how the hell did it hit them all at the exact same effing time? Even if they ingested/inhaled it at the same time, their metabolisms would all be slightly different. They wouldn't fall en masse.

Yes, many ridiculous things.

I brought Haku for his re-check today. What was meant to be a half-hour visit turned into three hours as the vet decided it would be better to wrap his leg in a bandage. "Bandage" turned out to be full cast. This cast has taken about 30 points of Haku's IQ.

Chaos recently ensued (about 30 minutes ago) during feeding time at the zoo, when I had Haku's meds in one bowl and Sano's in another, and Haku jumped up like a maniac before I got the bowls down (he's not supposed to get up on his own) and then Sano came barreling toward him. I made a dive to grab Haku before he hit the floor, put both bowls down (in the wrong places-my fault,) Sano stuffed his head into Haku's bowl and ate Haku's meds. This includes Phenobarb and Cephalexin.

So, panicking, I called the vet again and they reassured me that Sano might only be mildly sedated at this point (Haku's on a relatively low dose of PB.) But the Cephalexin is a little more complicated, as it is on the list of drugs known to induce bouts of ITP in dogs who, well, have ITP. Which Sano does.

Umm, so there's that.

In less doggy news, it's snowing bitches and hos today and I'm already sick of it. I always say that I love winter, but I am beginning to rethink.

Umm, I can't stop making videos for hitrecord. I've always loved making videos but this is turning into an addiction.

Oh! In movie news, I watched Bronson last night. I'd been putting off watching it for fear that Tom Hardy in all his naked and frightening glory would somehow manage to punch me through the computer screen while I was watching. This was a very naked movie and it left my computer screen dripping in testosterone and blood and other fluids. Tom Hardy was amusing and terrifying and huge and intimidating and yes, hot. Also I would listen to him recite the phone book and it would sound like porn. But aside from that. It was the kind of film that moved slowly, that really took its time, but then all of a sudden it would come out and slap you in the face unexpectedly (except after a while you started to expect to get slapped.) There were two parts that made me go D: D: D: D: and I nearly covered my eyes. (One part was the guy in the mental hospital, OMG. I could not even. And the second part was the very end. I do not get squeamish, okay, but THIS, THIS.) I have to say that the supporting cast was also really awesome, playing with such restraint around his character which was just RRRAAWWWRRRR. Like seriously, he felt like a bomb that you just knew was going to go off every few scenes.

So that was Bronson.

Okay, so here's the other thing that's on my mind today: all these dead animals. I can't help but wish I could have a look at those birds. While I was out today, waiting to pick up Haku, I kept going over it in my head. I don't really like any of the reasons I'm hearing for all the dead birds, all at once like that. One report (with the five thousand grackles) says that they were startled up and night blind. I just can't fathom how that would mean that so many of them would die at once like that. I know grackles flock by the thousands, but still.

And it's been grackles, red-wing blackbirds, starlings, jackdaws and doves, AFAIK. Okay, so grackles do flock in ridiculous numbers, starlings less so, but not really doves and jackdaws. A few hundred, maybe.

Then I thought, well maybe they flock in greater numbers out in open fields. But if that was the case, what did they fly into?

Then the scientists were saying that blood clots had shown the force of trauma. How I wish I could take a look. Force of trauma is so clear in birds because their air-sacs break. So unless they were dead for a long enough time for them to deflate, those air-sacs would be easy to spot. Or if the trauma was so forceful and so big that it just whacked the entire bird out of the sky. I can't imagine that happening.

So I can't decide if, in my mind, it really was trauma or something chemical, the blood clots. There are some air-borne pollutants that can cause clots to form – bacterial ones, I think. But again: thousands, all at once? All in the same spot when they dropped out of the sky? IDGI. I know trauma can and does cause clots like that and all. I'd just dearly love to take a look at those bodies.

Then you have to consider the fish and crabs too, all within a few days of each other. I realize that mass deaths occur pretty frequently, but when you lump them all together like this, one kind of has to take a step back and look at the forest, you know? I think it would be foolish not to.

It's almost like a big sound wave or something knocked them out of the sky. I don't know. Imagine? Like they all flew into some invisible wall.

Still awaiting info on the fish, penguins and crabs though. I cop to being a little freaked. I'm fond of my planet and, well, birds are kinda my friends. Especially the grackles and starlings, you know? They're like the unpopular underdogs of the bird world, no one ever wants to rehab them and I just think they're fabulous beasts.

Anyway. That's what's on my mind today.

Haku had his surgery yesterday, and it only took about 40 minutes, although the damage to his leg was much more extensive than she'd thought. He didn't just blow the cruciate, oh, no. He also busted the caudal ligament and both menisci. When she shaved him, his leg was bruised from top to bottom. And apparently the patellar groove was so shallow that his patella had been slipping around and probably causing some wear and tear over the years. This is a congenital thing, it's nothing he did.

But it's all fixed now, and when he comes home tomorrow I have to begin the three months of physical rehab. How the HELL am I going to afford this? Well, I will have to find a way. I have a feeling that holiday gifts are going to be sort of ho-made (hehe, stole that from spatterdash this year.

The good news in all of this is that his bloodwork came back all within range. I worry about that kidney and his liver more than his leg, honestly, so that was a really good thing. Also, when I pick him up tomorrow I get to consult with Dr. J. She is the best vet on the island, I think. She really is like Dr. House except without the addiction and crappy attitude. She thinks around corners the same way he does and she thinks holistically, choosing to diagnose and treat an entire system instead of just a symptom. I wish people dr.s could be like her. Anyway, she told me she would show me some acupuncture points on Haku. How cool is that? I spent two years learning channels and points on people, but I have only the vaguest ideas where they are on dogs. I have to imagine that the obvious ones would be in the same places, but as far as points and bony landmarks go, I could use all the help I can get.

I wonder what the channels and points are like on birds and such?

/tangent.

So I missed the first day of sword-drills at Kung Fu yesterday because I was afraid to be away from the phone all day, in case the vet should call (good news or not, Haku is still forever on seizure watch, especially after surgery.)

I stayed home and decided to try to re-create that picture I did of Havoc and I from when I first got him, when he was a fledgling sitting on my shoulder. He used to come with me to work when I was at The Bad Place, and he would hide his little black body under my hair while I worked. No one knew he was there unless he made a noise. These days he can hardly be bothered to sit on my shoulder, much preferring to hang around on the back of my chair preening himself. But I scooped him up anyway, took him into the bathroom and absolutely made him sit on my shoulder. He was pissy about being handled at first and he kept telling me, "MAH! MAH!" but then he settled down and dealt with it.

So here's how those photos went.

( First I did this one, )

( This was the result. )

( Here's one that I like better, from a different photo. )
I think that one is cool looking because his feathers look like they blend into my hair. Like when he was a little fledgling. Except obviously now he is huge. ^_^

So that's that.

Tonight, my cousin, Boychild's Mama, is coming over to wrap pressies. Me, I'm still not feeling the holiday spirit, but I love to hang with Boychild's Mama and my Mom. The three of us are going to eat cookies and talk for hours and that's always really cool. Wish Jo-chan could be there and it could be the four gals, but she'll be here tomorrow. I believe tomorrow is her lats day of her first semester. Which kind of makes me sad. I wonder if I'll still be picking her up next semester and we can still have our video game / movie / Family Guy nights. :)

I'm a simple creature, aren't I?

Ah well. So that is the story of today.

Today I had to say goodbye to my beautiful little robin, Dana. She was with me for three years. She was not releasable because she had a neurological condition which gave her constant nystagmus, and she couldn't fly. She may have been blind in one eye, also. In the last week she'd started having seizures and I put her back on arnica, hoping it would do the same job it did when I first got her. But I came home from work today and found her seizuring. She stopped when I picked her up, and then she calmed down and then sat with me for a few minutes, before dying in my hand. I was glad that at least she didn't die alone.

Robins are awesomely special birds and she was one of a kind even among them – always sitting in her jade tree and clicking her beak when she was pissed off.

Aloha 'oe, my little Dana bird.

Let's see. Today I studied for my last ever finals. I studied my face off, and I still don't feel prepared. It's not as if I think I'll fail, because I know enough to get by decently. However, I don't think I can swing an A, and that's going to be crushing. If that's the case, it would be my first A- since Dad. I have just never really been feeling this class. I don't know if it's because I checked out already and just want to gtfo, or what, but I never really caught on. And tomorrow is the final (I'm doing the written and practical in one shot, so I don't have to be there on the last day, which is really cool,) and I spent a lot of time studying today, and already it's gone from my damn head. Poof.

Last night I was on the phone with This Guy (boy, he really needs a better code name) and we were having a pretty decent conversation about ice cream and pie, when I heard a racket from the bird room. I didn't even need to see, to know that it was Dana having a seizure. She's had maybe one like this before, when she was young, but I really thought she had improved over the years. Although, the night I went to see Harry Potter, right before we left she started making this really strange, noisy chirping sound. I had a vague feeling that it was some kind of seizure then, but then I thought maybe I was overreacting. I should trust my bird instincts.

I started her on Arnica TID again, which I haven't given her in years because she hasn't needed it. I can't think of anything else to give her. It's not like she's got primary epilepsy or anything. She has some kind of brain dysfunction but I can hardly give her an MRI or even an x ray. So I just have to guess.

Today I had a very weird thing happen. The phone rang, and even though I already knew who it was (it was This Guy,) the first place my mind went was, "Oh, Dad's calling. Finally!" I don't even know where that came from.

Oh boy, and I have been having some seriously cracked out dreams. Like, swimming around the living room in my Grandma's old house (which now belongs to my cousins,) trying to dive for plastic gems while the Andrew Sisters sing in the background, and then Tom Hardy asks me to make out and I stare at him and think "This is the best day ever" and then the alarm clock goes off, kind of weird. Like, shopping at K Mart for fuzzy skirts and corsets, and once again, for reasons beyond my ken, Joe Biden is the door greeter kind of weird.

How dull of me; I can't think of any other news fit to print. It's Tuesday, it's chilly, I haven't decorated for the holidays, gotten a tree, nor bought any cards, though I considered all of the above. I just don't know if I'm going to this year. I don't know. Maybe. Sometimes I really feel like it, and then other times I feel like, "What's the point?"

Well, at least I get my finals out of the way tomorrow – whether or not I do well enough is another thing entirely. And then, I swear, I don't even want to open another effing book.

I mean, until the board exam gets closer, that is. Umm. :)

Today I got a text from the guy at school I'm sort of, just hanging around with and such and he was like "WTF, SNOW." Yep, so apparently it snowed this morning. It's just about as cold as a cyborg's ball's in Alaska and I love/hate/love it. I like being indoors in my fuzzy slippers when it's like this. I'm a comfort whore.

I started, a few days ago, to talk about the wood thrushes? Well, there's more to the story.

So I already mentioned that it was weird because I found a stone-dead wood thrush on the porch on Nov. 1st, and then a nearly-dead one in the exact same spot on the 2nd, right? What I haven't told yet is that on Nov. 3rd, there was another dead wood thrush in the exact same goddamn spot. Then on Nov. 4th, a live wood thrush standing at my door and on the 5th, another live one following me along the fence as I walked with the dogs.

WTF with the wood thrushes, why 2 dead and 1 half dead in the same exact spot, why the creepy staring with the little oil-spot eyes? And why haven't they migrated?

( This is Fox; he is still with me. )

He seems to get along fine with Dana, and though he is a little spazzy when I go to grab for him to give him meds or whatever, he's actually fairly tame, almost as if someone raised him. But the one that follows me around the yard seems tame, too. Man, I just don't know, and I don't know why dead ones were cast at my feet either, wtaf.

That's my little wood thrush drama. It's weird but it's cool, because it's reconnected me with birds and I somehow really needed that.

Else? School, I guess. I had mentioned that Bursar quit or whatever? Yeah, Registrar just quit, too. How is this even a school? I did begin my path paper though, finally. And by "begin" I mean "wrote the table of contents and outline." It's due in four weeks, wtf is wrong with me that I'm still putting it off?

I was off work this past weekend and it was supersweet. I seriously just did whatever I wanted, which obviously did not include any great deal of work on my path paper, but at least I gave it some thought and a start.

Saturday, I was minding The Boychild and we watched Harry Potter. He'd never seen it before and he was so funny with his questions. "Is that a bad guy? Is he gonna turn into a bad guy? When is the bad guy coming?" He only cares about the bad guys. When asked who his favorite is--in general--he's all, "DARTH MAUL." I'm like, "Boychild, who did you like in Harry Potter?" and he's, "DARTH MAUL." Too funny.

Then last night, Wonderful Glassworker bestie came over and there was pizza, ice cream, snacks, Inception, and insane conversation until late into the night/morning. Ahh, bestie. :D

Dunno about Kung Fu tomorrow; I might have too much homework (that I am also not doing today. I am so not an adult about this stiff, this trimester.) But if That Guy calls and he wants to go, then I'll go. I really need a cool code name for him if I'm going to mention him further. He's really nice and he found my lost earring. (Wish someone would find my lost bracelet, but I think it might be gone for good. I can't explain how upsetting that is to me. I feel like someone stole my name, or a piece of my mana.)

Today I might sit down with a bowl of fruit, a humidifier, my bathrobe, and RockNRolla. Adventure, ha, excitement! A Jedi craves not these things.

ETA: Sometimes my stupid ribs still really ache from being broken, but that was last year. Is that normal?

Actually, Halloween was pretty nice. I say "actually" because I really expected that I'd be sitting at home, bored all day, after work.

But as it happened, I came home from work (which was boring, and really, really dead – though I did wear my ears and tails,) and had a call from Jo-chan, equally bored and seeing if she could come by to maybe visit Boychild and his folks across the street.

She did, and as it happened, Boychild's Mommy and Daddy were hosting a mini-Halloween party for some of the kids. My other cousin, Cece, was there with her three kids too, ages 4,6 and 13/14.

Jo-chan was dressed as Link, and Boychild as Darth Vader. Cece's boy Z and girl Mimi were a ninja and a Justin Beiber Fairy. Yes, I know: the joke makes itself. ;) She's 4, though.

So Jo-chan and I took the three youngest kids outside to try to teach them Ghost In The Graveyard. Wow, try explaining that one to a bunch of pre-schoolers. Boychild's Mommy was laughing when I told her how the idea of "hiding" and "base" and such were really very adult concepts and the kids just didn't get it.

Then we went to Boychild's little playground while they all played on the swingset all like WE'RE CHILDREN WE'RE CHILDREN WE'RE CHILDREN! And Jo and I pushed them on the swings a while. They'd already been Trick Or Treating so everyone was massively sugared up.

I had to go check on my dogs, and all the kids wanted to follow me. So like a weird kind of pied piper, with fox ears and four tails, I led them all to my Halloween house, with its cemetery in the front yard, screaming crows, barking dogs, and general madness. Mimi asking me the whole time, "But where do you sleep? What food do you eat? Do your dogs like me? Can we play outside? Can we stay in here? Can you spin me?" I see Boychild often, but Cece's kids maybe once or twice a year; somehow her two youngest are still always really clingy and affectionate. You can probably guess by now that I dislike most children – but these ones, I like. They're polite and cute.

By then it was around dusk, and tons of Trick Or Treaters were coming around. I have to note that I've rarely seen so many adults in costume as I did this year. And really, really awesome costumes, too. It was like a parade. A few middle aged people had some really well-made ones, and and one or two of them were actually really spooky. Children were making an effort again, too, I was pleased to note. I don't like it when they don't even bother to dress up, they just come to your door demanding candy. Put some effort into it, goddamn you.

What was even cooler was that a group of people came into my yard and asked if they could take some photos of themselves and each other in the cemetery. I thought that was very cool, and felt that I'd done a pretty good job decorating. :D

Then, I had to pick up children and spin them around and around until I got too dizzy. And then it was time for dinner at my cousins' house, so off we walked, or ran I guess, among the costumed Trick Or Treaters. (One of them loved Jo-chan's Link costume. He asked her to pull the sort out and go "HYAH" and strike a pose, so he could take a picture. It was cool.)

It's the first Halloween in quite a long time that I didn't go out and do something, I think. No haunted houses, no hot boys, no 10 PM graveyard runs, no loud, thumping music and strobe lights. Instead I tried to teach kids Ghost In The Graveyard, rolled around in the autumn grass in my really goddamned awesome best jacket (note to self: change before playing,) and thought, "Gosh, I'm 38 – what should I be doing today?" And then decided, "This, I guess."

After dinner was dessert, and then Boychild's Daddy gave Mom and I a huge glass of wine each before we left.

Walking home, Mom said, "OH MY GOD DO YOU HEAR THAT SWAMP WIND?" I was like "WHAT?!" (Because you yell when you're drunk.) Really, swamp wind? I played in the swamp all the damn time as a child and I never once heard "swamp wind." Then she was like "NO! Not swamp wind. It's the air from the blow up mummy."

So we all walked the rest of the way home laughing way too hard.

Then Mom, Jo-chan and I watched Inception and ate vats of ice cream.

( This is Halloween: )

It was a really nice Halloween actually. Splendid, maybe. ^_^

Two weird things happened between yesterday and today. First, yesterday as I was on my way to work, I found a dead woodthrush on the porch. Looked like she'd hit the window (I later figured out it was a "she.") Then today, on my way out the door to drive Jo-chan back to college (and help her set up her new fish tank in her dorm, for her betta,) I found a half-dead woodthrush in the same exact spot. It was as if yesterday's had ghosted back there; same position and everything, only alive. I could only stare for a second before scooping him up.

He's a he, too, because he sings. And he's probably the mate of the first one, because they are monogamous.

I had to look these things up. In fact, I couldn't remember what sort of bird it was, and had to look that up, too. Then I was in a tizzy, wondering what to do, what to feed it, to release it or not if it got better etc. In other words, all of the things that I used to just do intuitively. Ten years ago, I had a nickname on the North Fork; they called me Jewel of the Birds. These days, I barely know how to hold on to one. Knowing this made me feel really sad. I decided that I've got to relearn my bird skills.

I took little male woodthrush out to the aviary when he could move around some, to see ifhe could fly – maybe he's releasable. Woodthrushes migrate, and today is the beginning of a severe cold snap. It's freezing and below; I should mention that last week it was 70 degrees. These two thrushes might have missed their migration. If that's the case, I'll have to winter him. (Ah, that's the first time I've used the word "winter" as a verb in too long a time.) Anyway, I tried to release him into the aviary and he flew onto my head. Then I tried again, and he flew into my hair and started to nest under it. Then I remembered the bond I used to have with birds.

The whole thing was very strange.

The other thing that happened was that this morning, first thing as I was walking the dogs on the morning chill, I swear I heard my Grandma whispering from her doorway. It was so loud a whisper though, that it didn't sound like it could have come from really anywhere. I heard the words, either "hi honey," or "hurry up." I swear I heard it. I wasn't half asleep or anything, either. It was so odd. If it was "hurry up," then, hurry up and do what?

Or maybe I just lost my marbles for a few seconds there. It's all souls day though, right/ The veil is thin. That is, of course, only on the times that I believe in souls and veils along with quarks and matter. :D

After dropping Jo-chan off and setting up her fish tank, I came home and started my laundry, took down all my decorations (so glad I got that done,) and dicked around on the internet a while. I also did a teeny bit of research on what I believe to be my path patient's condition, and found some really cool ideas for my path paper which I should have started a month ago, but still haven't. Yeah, totally going to put that off to the last possible second, and totally will hate myself for it.

So now I'm pretending to ask myself: Do I begin my epically long homework due Wednesday? Or do I sit down with a monstrous bowl of blackberries and watch Wuthering Heights for the rest of the night? I feel like a lit major today: Shakespeare, e.e. cummings going through my head, (one day anyone died I guess and no-one stooped to kiss his face, from one of my favorite poems, and do you know it took me years and adulthood to understand that "no-one" was a woman in the poem, and not literally "no one?" Some lit major I am!) and I can't imagine focusing on anatomy. Well, maybe Tom Hardy's anatomy. ^_^;;

Decision made, anyway.

Happy all soul's day, and happy Dio De Los Muertos tomorrow. ^_^ Listen for whispers.

Once again I tried to fast today. Apparently, "fast" to me means, "still eat food." Maybe I'm not cut out for that kind of thing.

Got tix to VIDEO GAMES LIVE today, which is on The Beautiful Island Of Long next January. WHOOP WHOOP! Me, SB, Jo-chan and apparently some of SB's pals too.

This is a huge yay.

And this is an end of summer picspam:

( SB and Jo-chan spent some time over here last week. Also dogs and bugs. )

( Me and Havok! From this morning. )


( Around the end of summer I start to think of Halloween, and then I begin my transformation to terrifying. )

Ehh maybe not really.

Oh! One more. CC Maximus made this for me about a month ago. I loved it but kept forgetting to put it up. He even captioned it "TIFA!" which made me chitter like a squirrel.



/picspam