No, no, the Festivus story is still stick in the legendary pre-production nightmare. It'll be Festivus in March at the earliest, folks. Sigh.
I'm here about something that's ahead of schedule, actually. You see, last year, around this time, I did this thing based on the Japanese Girls' Festival. That'd be Zinia and Samantha there. The dolls are based on various BBC people. Yeah, okay, I know Tok was long gone from BBC by that time. I needed a third person for that spot.
So, here we are thi
The scanner lives, the card reader lives, the tablet lives. It is a glorious occasion.
And, to celebrate, I bring you pictures. You know, to prove I'm not all talk and no action about this. Which has happened far too many times in the past, I will readily admit. But not this time. Oh no. I have you guys to hold me to things.
Exhibit one: some manner of preliminary map. For starters, I wouldn't hold me to anything but the most basic outline of the palace, and maybe not even that. No clue wh
So, as it turns out, yes this conceptual gun does have a bullet or two in it, punk. I have the means, I have the drive, but... I'll admit something. The actual writing part... I'm kinda falling flat on. I've got two or three complete story ideas, but that's about it. That just plain doesn't feel like enough. I know there should be more.
Why isn't that more coming to me and smacking me upside the head?!?
Which is why I turn to you people, once more. I'm looking for scenarios. I'm looking fo
The computer I'm currently using is making some rather strange sounds. Not exactly healthy sounds, either. I'm hearing some raspiness and some fast-paced waspish humming and this thing is about two feet away from both torso and head. Monitor is aimed directly at my face, and I have my doubts about that component as well. Should either part blow, it's goodbye Jennifer. It'd freak out some Grade Eights, though, so it wouldn't be entirely pointless.
They marched us to the 'mainland' earlier this
Well, that's what this is...
So I still need to figure out what in blue blazes I'll be doing with this thing. Can't keep on posting 'hey I've got a blog isn't that nifty' entries forever, you know. Seems vaguely 'not gonna work'ish, and I've found that that feeling is usually fairly accurate. The few times I haven't trusted that feeling... it's not been too great, I'll tell you now. And then there's the 'I'll know it when I see it' gut instinct. Gotta love that one. Yeah. I'll go with that on
I love these things. I really do. The blogs add a whole other level to this place, make it that much more than just a forum, y'know? Real community. Just love 'em.
Then there's the little things about them. Like categories. A note to all present and future bloggers: get your categories set up as soon as you can. You will be struck by the urge to sort things out at some point, and you do not want to have to go through a ton of old entries and file 'em away one by one. Even, oh, say, eleven can
Coronation Street. Yes, I watch it. Before making a snarky comment on that, I remind you who has the Global powers here.
But oh cripes. Mike. It's absolutely heartrending watching his current story... We just got up to the point where he's sitting outside the restaurant. It's such a scary thing in real life, and even seeing a dramatisation of it...
At least we got some good Battersby time out of that episode, too.
And, um, yeah, please be with the not-discussing of specific plot bits.
Exhibit five.
Based on the first story in the whole project thing (yes, that's done and yes, I'm working on the second one). Once/if you've read the story, you'll see what's up with this picture. Also why I left it kinda sketchy. Hey, it was a rough day.
Speaking of which, I should really wrap up that second story soon. Then I'll have to decide if I'm still going to wait for a minimum of three finished stories (not counting intro seen earlier in this blog) before posting the topic in Come
The location of a related picture. Oh, Photo-Paint.
Yes, yes, I'm alive, huzzah. Haven't had much to blog about lately, is all. But now I have the above to show you. Oh yes. Working on the people portion as we speak. That should be fun. Also conversion of the picture into a desktop. Cripes do I need a new desktop.
Oh, and also finished one of them stories for the comedy portion. Hurrah. Now to start on some more. Not posting that thing until I get at least three done, you see. Two to go...
I actually got a very very rough BBC Empire map done today! Yay! Very basic, though. Just general placement of palace, docks, big open-air/not-too-sure MOC display place, some commercial (including best pizza place in all the forums) and some residential. And a random forest near the palace. Why not?
So then I think to myself that I should prolly get that thing scanned in while the thing's still in the front of my mind. I'll have to figure out what I can unplug from the powerbar and replug th
What a fantastic concept indeed. And they're all mine, too. Get yer hands away from my ninja puffins.
And here's some now. Well, just three ninja puffin doodles, really. There's also a guy with a hat, a ninja puffin sword, random shark-thing, and a bit of Orthano going 'huh'. Still, there are ninja puffins in there, and that is what is important.
That is all.
(man, Othie looks baffled)
First of all, if you post spoilers for book #13 of A Series of Unfortunate Events, you will face full modly wrath. Seriously. Not even in tags; you know people can't resist temptation. Every single part of that book is something that one should be first exposed to as they read it. I'd have killed if anyone told me any of the big things that went on.
So, that said, I'd just like to announce this:
I so called Beatrice's history.
For years, at that. Since the Unauthorized Autobiography fir
I ran into someone who I know on the bus today. Well, that isn't exactly right. To be exact, someone who I apparently know recognized me and struck up a conversation. I then proceeded to feel absolutely awful in the back of my head whilst continuing a conversation up front. Eventually, I got off the bus, and all was well.
This isn't the first time this has happened, either. I have been stopped by people who knew me in kindergarten - kindergarten - and recognized me. I then manage to keep from
So I've been contemplating what to post next for a few days now. There's only so much ranting I can do, and I'm not about to turn this into some 'oh my day was so awful here's every minute detail' journal thing. Just can't do it. Then again, coming up with decent ideas hasn't been so easy either. Nothing inspiring, unless we're willing to go back to the modly ranting thing again... It's quite the dilemma. I take comfort in the fact that this is hardly an isolated thing, however: the same block's
If you'll look to your right, you'll see a shiny new content block. You get three guesses as to which one it is.
I've had the idea for a while now, but it took the suggestion of such by one BCii to get me seriously thinking about it. Now, here it is. Some of the stuff's super-old, and some hasn't even been posted ever. Not only has it all been gathered up, but it's also in an assumedly continuous order. Hurrah.
So?
I present to you this image.
Is it a symbol of the futility of man's struggle against the inanimate? Something more abstract? Or is it just a bit of much-needed frivolity in a rookie admin's blog?
(it's the last one)
(I swear I'll get a proper entry on the contest and promotion and all that up at some point)
Did the Geek Test yesterday. Got 16.somethingforgottosaveit%. Female geek for the win.
Also did more BBC Empire story thing contemplating. Definitely gonna need to mash out a map for the thing. That should be fun and continuitytastic. Maybe dig out those sprites I was working on. Prolly unplug the printer and replug the scanner. Mayhaps a few raids on the sunshine and fresh air with a notebook and writing utensils. You know, little option-providing things like that.
As for the various thin
Status: Three-and-half hours to go before showtime
Current Location: Safely out of notice of a gathering of 'volunteers' to move stuff around, so there, you three
Oh cripes is it a long day. Very, very long day. Helped none by the fact it's absolutely beautiful outside, might I add. Though I have had the chance to get out there. You know, to eat lunch and get some ice cream and go down Memory Lane and all that. But now that is over. Now there is only waiting. At least an hour until the possi
So there is this thing I do, you see. All done for the glory of scale and not taking up all the good pieces in a few MOCs, which in turn is related to having more than three or four characters built at any one time. So they're what one may call Toa modifications. So what? They are to me as Megos are to those wonderful, wonderful brilliant genius comedic masters at Toyfare.
Anyhow. In each folder, as with just about every other folder I have in my gallery, I have a line or two or three outlini
Late one summer night, there was a topic... There was a member, but nobody else could be seen around... The member came and left a post, then turned around... but when he turned back to the topic... the post was gone!
This is why I never tell the bonfire story at camp. Now I shall provide you with something a bit more technical:
Life of a Spam Post
-Spam post is posted
-If lucky, spam post is reported
-Moderator comes across spam post
-Spam post is deleted
-Spam post ceases to exist
I've just been that busy.
Status: Over over over
Current Location: Home, hurrah
Day Three: They love us! They really really love us! There were lots more of them than us, and they laughed this time! Not like the previous night, where they didn't really laugh that much. No, they laughed, and they laughed often. It actually felt like a comedy. As it should.
But then I missed that infernal tea cue. All I had to do was bring out tea, and I was late. I recovered, though. I'd feel worse if o
Yeah, I've still been thinking about the great BBC Empire comedic fiction multi-whatever project. Just because I haven't exactly 'been' here for the past few days doesn't mean Tufi-thoughts and -things haven't been done.
First of all, yeah, multi-whatever. There's the main fanfic-ish thing, of course. It'd prolly be in more of a serial format than one big defined story, where there'd be the individual stories, but they're all on the same continuity plane. If that makes sense. I think I lost
Status: Performance #1
Current Location: Beginning of Act III
Cripes, these loafers are killing my heels. I think they're actually cutting into the flesh. Well, I don't think they actually are, since I don't see any blood, but still, it's that general sensation. And I gotta keep these babies on for at least another hour. Oh joy.
But man, I feel like... a man. Servant. Manservant. Straight outta the 20's. Hair and everything. Oh yeah.
First two acts went well. Long unnecessary speeches
