Shiny toys!

Hooray! The folks at NaNoWriMo got their widgets online! See that shiny little progress thingy there on the sidebar? That tells how many words I've written on my way to the 50k goal.

So now you all have permission to poke me with sticks if my count is lagging! Yaaaay!

Once more into the breach of madness

November looms, the days grow short and chilly, and how do I arm myself against the frigid dark?

Why, by committing to a herculean task of novelling! Wouldn't you?

I've dabbled in the Lands of Nano a time or two before. It's always been interesting, though rarely successful. At the very least it has never been like the crushing spectacle of ScriptFrenzy. So why the hell not roll up my sleeves and give it another go? I have some half-deep world building kicking around that I just might be able to squeeze 50k words worth of plot out of... so we'll see how it all goes.

If any of you crazies out there are taking up the mantle of high-speed noveller as well this year, feel free to come be my buddy!

This is why we can't have nice things

A friend tweeted a link to this Fox Boston article, where parents of a transgendered child fall under rather a lot of criticism. A little in the article. A LOT in the comments.

Go ahead, take a moment, browse through the sludge of humanity. I'll wait.

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Back? Okay.

WHAT THE SWEET MERCIFUL FUCK?? Are we seriously still this backward as a society of sentient beings? They aren't even saying "We're going to make our 11 year-old a girl now." They're buying him time to sort it all out and be sure. They're giving him the best way they can think of to be sure if this is the right thing for him before doing anything permanent. In response to this we scream "abuse"? And "This is why Lesbians shouldn't have kids"?

Excuse me while I sum this rant up with a meme:

A glorious rant indeed

This? The thing -> Right Here <- This is why my princess is awesome. Behold her wonderful disability and kink blog. Behold the eloquent post putting all linear thinking potential partners- with IQs on par with bags of wet hair- squarely in their place.

I am terribly proud of how this endeavour of hers is going. It's off to a roaringly wonderful start and I can't wait to watch it grow and kick ass.

But hey, why are you still here reading my ramblings? Go! Go read my girls blog! DO EEEEEET!

Feeling like an actual Graphic Artist!

My project for this evening involves finishing a cover image for on of the brilliant writings of Prudence MacLeod.

Yesterday? I dove head first into swankifying my princess' sexy new blog. A friend of ours, upon seeing it, immediately asked if I would do similar work for her blog.

Hot diggity but do I feel shiny and skilled and hardcore. I'mma do a proud dance. I've always been an artsy dabbler, but this whole having people wanting to acquire and publicly use my work? That's a glorious kind of new.

I like this feeling. I'm gonna work to keep it coming ^_^

Cheers!
Immodest

Wooooooo!!

Excuse me, fair friends of the internet, whilst I strip to the buff and do a little happy dance...

Guess who's employed bitches? Awwww yeeeah! I'M EMPLOYED! Summer job for me! Fuck yes!!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

...

Thank you.

That is all.

An Open Letter to a Faceless Asshat

Dear whomever keeps stealing the newspapers in my apartment building...

Seriously? Newspapers? Seriously?! Are you making the worlds most epic papier maché EVAR or what? There cannot possibly be any inherent monetary profit in newspaper theft... This is baffling, and epicly dickish. But not just because you're causing a random inconvenience and costing me about a fiver a week...

No. No see what makes you the worlds BIGGEST dick is the following little tale:

All this paper-stealing had us thinking the local paper had fucked up our subscription when we signed up two weeks ago. So we called them, and they were crazy sorry and promised not to charge us... and then they called the delivery boy for our area and got pissy.

Correction, they got pissy at his mom. Because I doubt he answers the phone in his household. She then called us to try and sort out why we weren't getting the papers she knew her son had delivered, and to arrange some way to make sure we got our papers henceforth.

So next delivery time her son rang the doorbell and waited and handed the paper to me personally.

Do you know, Mr. Asshattus Maximus, that our delivery boy is, like, NINE tops? And has AUTISM? Did you know that thanks to you we completely unintentionally got a little autistic boy bitched out by the paper for something he didn't even do wrong?

That is some SERIOUS bad karma you are gathering up there mister.

I truly hope something vile and bitey crawls DIRECTLY up your ass.

No love,
Your Friendly Neighbourhood Lady

PS: Bald guy across the hall who has beer-gut like whoah and NEVER wears a shirt? Your creepy ass is my prime suspect. I'm watching you creep-machine... but not too closely because ew dude. Seriously.

NSFW Wishlist: Kinky Steampunk!

So... apropos of nothing at all, I have elected to begin a weekly feature, (perhaps bi-weekly, we'll see how my ADD and libido get along) showcasing something I have found on the world wide interwebs that makes my happy places go squee and yell WANT!

Said feature will always occur on a Wednesday. Because Wednesday is hump-day... and in truth I am a twelve year old boy :P

With that being said... our first feature that has Lady jumping up and down like a child at a candy shop window yelling "Gimmegimmegimme!" is brought to us by the glorious love-child of adult fun and steampunk. Be still my kinky nerd heart. ^_^

Behold! Lady Clankington's Little Death Ray!

Is it not glorious? Don't you want THREE? I do. :3

This and many other wonders can be found at Lady Clankington's Cabinet of Carnal Curiosities including a simply GORGEOUS paddle that leaves a gear-shaped mark on they who would be paddled...

So much want, oh my yes. Clearly this is a site to keep an eye on if one enjoys some bedroom spice and nerdy Victorian sci-fi. WHICH I DO :D

Toe chasing nutter!

Because it is adorable, I would like to now share a little video of Duffy's adventure on the apartment floor.

In Duffy's world, my toes are delicious and must be pursued. :P

First of May!

I like this month, rather a lot. Things start working on looking like spring, and my birthday comes to pass, woo!

In celebration of the beginning of May, I present an ASL video for a gloriously fun (and NSFW) Jonathan Coulton song written for exactly this occasion.

So, cuddle up with your special someone (or current friend with benefits ^_~) and enjoy this little ditty.

I'm surely not the only one...

And now... a brief comic interlude concerning the first week of April...

With thanks to internet memes for the cathartic glory that is Rage Guy

Existing, World Building, and other Sports

Hey Internet Land! How the hell are ya?

A shiny random meeting on the busy streets of social networking happened to remind me that I have a blog, and said blog is gathering dust. So here we are! *Exists*

Time has been marching along regardless of my getting off my ass and joining in or not, though I do get off my ass on occasion :P

Our happy home has a new addition in the form of roughly 30 ounces of pure feathery biteyness. In proper nerd tradition, he has been named to match our current naming theme. In a house where the wireless network is identified as 'Dunsinane' and the beloved cat is MacBeth, we now happily introduce...

MacDuff!

(Pictured here giving serious thought to biting someone's face)

He's a tiny breed of parrot who will remain tiny all his many days, while thinking he's huge and behaving to match. Cute little fucker... Loves him yes I do.

In other news, I'm stretching my creative muscles in a few ways over the next while. Firstly I've been poking at defining and detailing a high-fantasy setting that's been itching my brain some ages. Based off a concept of an eight-point elemental compass designed thusly:

Featuring the basic Earth, Air, Fire, Water combo as well as the addition of Void, Light, Chaos, and Darkness. As I build more details and back-story I'll post snippets here to share.

Creativity stretch number two starts this Friday when I join many other crazy people in taking a crack at Script Frenzy. A challenge from the fine people who brought you NaNoWriMo, Script Frenzy is an attempt to write a 100 page script within the month of April. Woo! Time to roll up my sleeves and type like a mother fucker! Wheeee!

Wish me luck folks!

Best. Birthday. Ever.

And it wasn't even mine ^_^ lol

My pop turned 80 this weekend, so the family took a two-hour-ish drive to go help celebrate. We were joined by One-hundred-and-freakin'-TWENTY other relatives and well-wishers. It was an amazing get together, the best part of it being how happy it all made pop.

I've always known him to be a bit of a gruff man, tough around the edges and the most intimidating of my grandparents. But the night of his party, which ran from 7 to past 11 in the evening, every time I looked his way he was smiling bright and just having a hell of a time.

He broke out, just for the occasion, a bottle of whiskey he bought back when he worked "on the ships". A Seagram's VO half-gallon bottle of the type we used to brew just to import to the states. It was a whiskey that didn't arse around. Government supervised and approved, it was the single most popular import during prohibition. Hah ;)

If he knew these puppies were going for several hundreds a pop on e-bay? He miiiiight not have dished it out so freely. Shh. don't tell him any different folks.

The morning after the party we sorted through his mountain of cards and presents, and finished off the Seagram's.

Happy Birthday, pop. Here's to 80 more.