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Guh, got a couple new things (and different categories up).
Giraffe-a-scarves coming soon!

I got bored, and whipped up a quick coloring job on the design sketch I did of Zsuzsa.



I'm kind of annoyed - I ordered the faux snakeskin vinyl for her tail on December 24th, but haven't heard anything from the store I purchased it from, and it hasn't arrived. =_=

Randomly: is there any interest in boxes of scrap fabric at the moment?


I'm clearing out the den, and have a huge surplus; much is doll-scale print, most are dark colors, some is in the form of recycled clothing. I also seem to have a lot of straight black, prints on black, or black on white. (i also have a copy-paper box stuffed entirely with brightly printed silk scraps. uh, as it turns out.)


Be more likely to offer then free for the shipping than for sale, since i'd really just like to see the stuff which i know i'm not going to use, but which is too awesome to let lie fallow be worked up, but i'm just curious as to whether i should bother.

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In a jar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So here's another tragic tale; i don't watch movies very much, either. Some of it is the matter of pacing and handing over control of time and consumption to outside forces, but another is density of information; i always want more, and two hours is rarely enough, but sequels don't have the answers; it's the money spent and the nature of the beast. So the film that completes itself is, for me, rare, and i don't spend a lot of time chasing them.


That said:




That's pretty much how i feel about Spirited Away. Including the little bird on my head.


I keep going forward and retreating from expounding on it, because it's one of the things i keep wrapped up, secreted under the collarbone.

I went through and removed anyone whose journal has seemingly been not updated in 1+ years and seems to have been abandoned. If you just went into lurk mode or what have you please let me know and I'll add you back on.

I was sitting on a catwalk above the dancefloor, watching the bodies, smelling them, tasting them, recording each person in my mind, all the things they did not know they were telegraphing about themselves. Each one fit perfectly, beautifully, into a web, which it almost seemed i could see, reach out and pluck the strings of.


There was a sketchbook propped between the rail and my lap, and just below, a boy with grey glitter on his eyes and thick black curls painted across his skin. I was absorbed in capturing the perfect spiraling points on his collarbone while he led someone away, when she sat next to me.


She was so beautiful, in a studied way; the same way evolution smooths the predator's design. Redgold hair like no human ever had, her legs folded under her miniskirt in a way graceful and impossible. Her wave of power would have given life to brass. She nodded at the people below.


"Of course," i said. "No one could be immune. But i am not theirs, and choose not to." The succubus was affecting me even then, like a rat with toxoplasmosis, but the choice was still made.


I took her hand (perfect pink nails) and told her, "There is a dark ocean."

I did a sketch of Zsuzsa the other night at work. I'm actually pretty proud of this one - I'm not much of an artist, so this is damned good, for me. I did use a photo of a model I found online as a reference for the position of her torso and arm.

Okay, i will lift it. Maybe it will get me into the groove, so i can do the 30 Days photos, which will require more commitment.





I really don't listen to much music, which some may see as a major character flaw, but i'm kind of loving this song as the moment. So beautifully sung, and yet as slow and pompous as a parade float.





This one, i know i've posted before, but it still abides. I wish i could find the slightly slower, richer version that i fell in love with; it has almost nothing to do with itself, but is built of blue glass in my mind, and makes me feel as if my body and power belong to me.


( 30 Days meme )

We had a lovely day.


A big breakfast with rufus, followed by a slow wander down to Coney Island, where there were a surprising number of people milling about. She was there to take a New Year's dip in the ocean; i only waded in up to my knees. It was rather fucking frosty, but actually not too bad, and warm enough on the sand that i stood around with my shoes off for quite a while. Afterwards, two separate groups of people asked incredulously if we had swum; i guess we just looked the type. The daft type. It was not entirely incorrect.


(i did try to get some doll pics, but my traveling doll pictures are historically crap, so we'll see how they turned out tomorrow. sadly, i do not take enough pics in a year to do a retrospective.)


A nice dinner on Stone St., an irish coffee that was rather more Irish than coffee, and a lot of jokes about grade-schoolers and balls (bouncy,) and home right before the sleet began. If how one spends the day is how one spends the year, i can certainly live with that.

Oh hey guys. Just thought I'd post. Things have been INSANE for the last month, and I hope to god 2010 decides to be a better year than 2009. Going to see Frank tomorrow for the first time in 3 months, it should be fun. We're just getting some dinner since he's at his parents this weekend, and I don't want to be too far from home with all that's happened with my dad.

I dyed my hair out of nowhere today. I went to the store to pick up toothpaste, got a box of dark brown hair dye, and now my hair is all Megan Foxed. I don't really like Megan Fox though, so I'll say it's more like Rachel Weisz. I curled it with a 1" iron for fun, and did some winged liner and red lipstick, and I feel goddamn gorgeous.

It's not NYE in the Bronx 'till someone pops a clip in the air. Happy new year, my strange harbingers.

Organizing the doll things makes me feel peaceful, especially as some of it has been in disarray for weeks, sitting on the desk. Anbarin's dress will need to be steamed, but at least that's all the wage received from my slack. (I, em, tore it off her in rather a hurry trying to get the moonlight photos. I'm sure it was unappreciated.)


The first project of the secular new year will be getting the den cleared out once and forever, so that more bookshelves can go in there and partly solve the problem of the stacks. It would be nice if bulky doll stuff could go in there, too, but that may be too much of a dream. Now that the house is mostly excavated, my new overarcing mission is to get and keep all the crap off the floor. Excitement.


Still wishy-washy and undecided about going downtown tonight. Actually, I would like to go, period, but there is always the hassle factor with NYC NYE, mostly to do this year with the as-yet unshovelled mile between me and the train. Still have four hours to get it together in.

You know, usually there is, at any given time, only one or two movies in theaters or on the "coming soon" list that I am interested in watching. Right now, that is NOT the case.

I saw The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day last night. It was excellent. I'm going to see Sherlock Holmes with torimiko in just a few hours. Expect it to be epic. (EDIT: OH MY GOD IT FUCKING WAS. PLEASETOBEWATCHINGSRSLY. I have to go find some good Watson/Holmes slash to read now. Kthnxbai.) But beyond that, there's a whole slew of movies on my list that are either already out or are coming out within the next few months. Here they are, in no particular order:

( List placed behind cut for courtesy. )

I was incredibly disappointed when the release of this movie back on October 30 was limited to only a hundred or so theaters on the other side of the country. Thankfully, we have an AWESOME local independent cinema here, and the proprietor managed to get his hands on a copy of the film. I went and saw it this evening. It had a few moments that didn't impress me (notably, there's this dream sequence involving Rocko that's not only surreal, and poorly placed with at best a bad transition, but also totally unnecessary), but I was highly satisfied with the movie overall. It actually exceeded my expectations. Did it rely heavily on its predecessor, The Boondock Saints? Yes. But despite my usual feelings on such things, in this case I didn't find that to be annoying - it was actually nice to be privy to the little tiny jokes and references drawn from the first movie. I'll definitely have to buy it when it finally makes it out on DVD.

( Trailers for the original The Boondock Saints and for The Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day are under this cut. )

Another short scene, written in that same fiction class almost two years ago. The assignment was to show an antagonistic character, then transition to another character and show the first one through the viewpoint of the second one. Main character is Rafe.

( Scars and Nicotine )

A short scene, written in a fiction class almost two years ago. The assignment was to...well, honestly, I don't even remember. I think it might have had something to do with deception, or with a character acting in a manner contrary to their normal behavior pattern, but I'm not sure. I don't think I've posted it on here before, and I came across it while rummaging through old folders, so here you go. Main character is Rafe.

( Killdare Lane )

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I didn't know dA could do this! O_o