NaNo update:
Over 7k words. Switched from listening to Brand New’s Daisy to my playlist of songs from Community Records.
My rough file (dialogue, character things etc.) is over 750 words… Hah.
Supposedly going to race B-san, she’s just about at 10k, and I can catch that up real quick. ’specially tomorrow.
Have yet to start into plot-plot yet.
Monday wasn’t so bad, really. Plane home, got to work on NaNo in the airport. Hilarity with the tired things. Honestly. “So, what did you spend the ___ on?” “Uuuh… I remember a sweatshirt… a book?”
Okay, Tuesday, late for school. I hate that. Really. A lot. Afterwards, Metric show. Lots of running around in the car getting stuff, filling up gas and all. Getting told the wrong address for the Orpheum… might punch someone for that one. Got to the show before Metric started, ‘course. The other band was going, Joe and I didn’t really get to hear them because of these chiquitas behind us talking significantly loud (weren’t even their seats ad far as I know).
Uh, lets see. Bones, friend of Joe, Keith… as in Breast Fest dude, lot guy from work.
Metric was good and all. Of course. Not a lot of talking to the crowd until later. Mah. I was already down for the count by then. What little dancing we did (Orpheum = seats, and we were on the upper balcony) got my shoulder to ache. Left. Like a bitch, honestly. Used my sweatshirt as a sling. Went around after the show wandering, eating some food, drove Bones and Joe home… little to no one on the highway that late… sooo much fun driving. Honestly.
Uh, shit, snagged a shirt and poster. I’unno, posters are getting to be a thing. Prints too, rather. Posters are for band rooms. Prints get put behind glass… which I gotta do yet.
So, right now, just finishing off the movie (Sex and Death 101), going to write s’more NaNo.
Unmentioned highlights of YaoiCon: Transish (?) person walking into the bathroom and doing the bathroom sign check “that’s the first time I’ve ever had to do that”, crazy awesome people hanging out with in the lobby, Superman, eating an entire thing of mashed potatoes, totally NaNo canon photos, Wiiiings awesome, awesome shit from the dealer’s room(s), awesome shit from the fan market (Reboot pin anyone?), networking, promo-ing ATB. Also, remember ’bout wanting to do entire Justice League costume thing.
Note about photos: they’ll be up before the end of the weekend.
Oh, and I didn’t go to school today. Fssssk.
Oh, man, last day.
Now, I’d like to mention that there’s a lot of cool shit I’ve been missing out on mentioning. My Robin, other shit. The mohawk… Yeah, I cut a mohawk… did I remember that? I’m not sure. Well, today, I dyed it more green. It was green but washed out some and shit.
Today was a bit late too… I blame the train… well, we were drawing on the train (already running late) and went a few stops too far. And birthed an interspecies Raichu at Redwood. There are pies… of Redwood. Well… fun.
Made up ATB flyers and handed them out. We’re expecting traffic. To anyone from that: hiiiii! Got my sweatshirt and shit I was planning on getting and all, shit I didn’t get yesterday. Josh Lanyon book, very nice. Uh, Supernatural panel and shit… had to run from Office Depot to get to the panel on time-ish. The panels weren’t as super awesome as the ones at AE or VCON. Sorry folks but… really.
Gonna watch Storm Hawks but might not really get to. Honestly. Fucking shit gotta clean. Sigh sigh sigh. But I wanna work on… gorramit, I can’t think. I’m just tired. Fucking transit and roommates. All loud and shit and fucking with my head. Why? Why?
I’d like to work on Nano shit but s’just… too tired. Tomorrow tho’, piercings.
Damn, I’ll write something better tomorrow or some’odd.
Fish and chips. Ninjaspy shirt.
Saturday. It’s Saturday. Well, it’s still Saturday, ’cause of daylight… savings…? Not sure. Anyways, sitting here waiting for photobucket infos so I can put everything I got onto the magical realm of photobucket. Just so you know, I’m going to do all of my stuff later, when I get home. But Nik’s photobucket’ll have everything, including his shots too.
‘kay, so today was awesome. My feet are a little sore. We didn’t got to any panels… actually, we got there a couple hours late. I blame everyone but myself.
What?! I prepared. I even woke up despite my phone dying (my feet were cold) and showered and shit and was ready at the time we said we’d get ready for. An hour or two later, we leave for the con. Seriously. Insert lots of pouting.
But it was awesome. Ton of pies. Tons and tons of pies. Uploading now onto the YaoiCon2009 photobucket, but that shit’ll take a long while with Glenn. I might only finish it after stuff. I have to charge batteries and all. Filled up one of Glenn’s 2GB cards… -grin- Bought shit too. Bought a couple things for Ren and Squeek. Ren, there’s not a whole lot of stuff. There’s shit to buy, but not like “oh, this is Ren, I get for Ren”. But everyone… Jo Chen Robin poster. That’s going to be a fskin’ carry on, for the plane. Honestly.
We had hella fun with the fan market and the dealer’s room. I got shirts (stfu), tons of pins… No talk about the pins, ’cause they were shit that’ll go on my awesome patches jacket… my con-going jacket. REBOOT, man, Reboot. Dealer’s room(s) = shirts, prints, black Japanese sun patch and slash through swastika patch (which I can get in Van, but this is decently large sized), at the v-kei table… I’m tempted to get this smexy cute unisex coat thing that’s kinda adorable. I wanna wear it and get glomped.
I have the money…
Honestly, really. And I’m giving Nik a bunch of money, so he’ll buy me shit online and I won’t have to go through Ren or mi madre. And we’re leaving behind a bunch of food with Hanz. This feels fantastic. Plus the travelling and the trans and the… making friends. Couple of awesome random people (you’ll see the anime hentai chick with the red ball gag and fangs and then her friend who’s a panda… with fangs). AND THEN SHINO. SHINO, SHINO, HIIII. Wings! Yus, was great!
Hanz and Nik got FANTASTIC commish’s of characters, headshots. I wanna do one for Horus, we were drawing him earlier. Mmm, Horus.
So, we’re doing up some ATB flyers (spreadin’ the word) and I got tired of writing out my infos to people (photographer, artist, othershit extraordinaire), so I’m going to see if I can’t get some business cards done up. This’ll be my URL and I’ll have my two emails.
Going home’s a shitload of fun. Nik’s feet a little rubbed raw, taking a long break at 7/11. Grabbing black lipstick (and black plastic shackles) in the nearby Halloween place. Eventually getting to the train. Asking Sasuke when the next train comes… Sasuke with EuropeanprobablyRussianish accent (it sounded blended to me and I was tired)… you’ll see the two. I took a photo with Patrice. Home, food, assload of mashed potatoes (several assloads), for tomorrow and the next day.
Other plans include getting piercings and uh… s’about it. I’d like to repierce the piercing I did myself, ’cause the hole’s too small. Maybe a tragus… La la laaaa.
Dudes… tomorrow, I’m going back for more. -grin-
Also, good pastaspaghetti is good.
HEY GUYS….
AWESOME SHIT. I’m not even kidding. I mean, it took us ’till fucking forever to go to the actual con, but today was awesome. Getting Nik, groccery shopping, lotsa lazing around and all but, but, but, we have food now, and awesomeness. Oh, and I cut Hanz’s hair. INTO A MOHAWK. Well, s’more of a mohican, but still awesome. So, so awesome. I’m so fucking proud of myself, and the awesomeness. I’mma uploading photos eventually… well, tonight… now. Yeah, now… wait a fuckâoh, no, there’s the other half of my cookie.
So I’m sitting here with both Glenn and Patrice hooked up, with The TURN playing.
Lots of transit to get out there, lots of tired and a little sick, lots of hungry. Got there ’round eight thirty, just in time to register and sit… relax… figure out what we want to do… Y’know what’s kinda cool about YaoiCon? Panels and viewing rooms… DON’T start at like… eight in the fucking morning. I can sleep. It’s great.
There were people there… in so many costumes and shit… I snagged some great Star Trek shots (Ren will love me, she already does, but yeah). But more men in drag. I love men in drag. Tomorrow’s going to be great. When we get cheese from Safeway, I’m cash backing a fuckload. I prepared for this, I have money.
Notable things today… aside from what I’ve already mentioned. 1. my goggles are fucking awesome (the vintage ones). 2. I’m awesome with hair (not just mohican, but styling hair). 3. Long transit rides…? 4. Lots of awesome shit with buses and showing off the hair “yeah, we just did this an hour ago… I did it”. Just getting there was awesome, buses and trains.
(currently still uploading, @ 1:15 AM PST)
Also, decided to get a group of friends and all costume up as The Justice League for Halloween or a ComicCon or something one year.
Check it out, I’m in San Francisco.
And I only forgot my bandana… which is a part of my costume. Who’s a dumb fuck? I’m a dumb fuck.
Late for school, decided to fuck it and pay for parking. Late for endo appointment (time flies when you’re dimensioning and updating styles)… still got in and shit. OKAY, this will BLOW YOUR MIND. I promise! So, glucose is a little high, testosterone’s a little high… s’funny ’cause they’re like… below the mark of bladeefuck but higher than average. I’m a lot of grey area, apparently. Hah. So, we’re doing a couple of tests that are more specific and shit. Oh, and I asked who Dr. Hay was.
See, an appointment was made for me for Dr. Hay and I have no clue who this person is or what they are a doctor of. An’ when I first talked to my endo doctor-chick, the first thing I said was “no one believes I’m trans”. Well, apparently, Dr. Hay is a psychiatrist. Endo assumed I’d wanna jump start into physical transitioning (I mentioned shit and I’m kinda hardcore so y’kinda get that impression I suppose) and booked me with a psychiatrist for the whole assessment and then collaboration and then I get testosterone and then surgery down the line.
BLOW YOUR MIND. I didn’t even know. Congrats to me, I magically have an appointment with a psychiatrist for hormones and shit. Sometimes, God doesn’t hate me, it’s part of the relationship.
Then drove to airport, fucked around to get to the parking, got boarding pass and shit, almost got to security and realized that I have to check in the one bag… which I knew, but the lady chick at check in was all… GAWR. And so I go back, and back, and to the chick and have to pay twenty bucks… to find out my wallet’s back in my backpack in the car (so’s my bandana but I only just realized I don’t have that like a bit before I started writing this). Have to shuttle back to long term parking and then back to the airport. Got through security and customs all right, ’cause I’m cool like that.
Two and some hour plane ride, talked a bit with the guy seated next to me. s’cool. History major not-in-uni-atm-but-probably-going-back-for-doctorate. Doing the same friends in San Fran thing. ‘cept without YaoiCon. He’s going as the Joker as Madhatter for Halloween tho’. His one carry on was the hat and the hat was great.
‘kay, then Hanz in the meeting area and getting baggage (and eight texts in a row from Ren after turning my phone on ’cause she texted me all throughout Supernatural), an’ talking on the phone to Nik. An’ train and bus and dropping off stuff at apartment and eventually (walked around A LOT) finding a place to eat (mmm, seafood tempura), and back and first episode of Storm Hawks. An’ lotsa talking, ’cause I’m good at that; creates some kinda bonding.
Fuck, I’m kinda pissed about the bandana. ’cause it’s a good print and not crap and it looks good with the costume and my hair’s gibbledeefuck, honestly.
Unless I did put it in my carry on ish bag but I really doubt it. Grumble grumble, fuck fuck.
Oh, Hanz is shiny. Tomorrow, meeting up with Nik, and reg for YaoiCon.
Oh, and put Basil Feral tattoo on outer side of my forearm, looks cool. Going to wash and redo tomorrow larger and proper-like. Sucks I can’t remember the meaning…
It’s lunchtime, I’m at school, and I should be doing dimensioning.
But it’s lunchtime, so I don’t have to do dimensioning, so I’m writing this… bloody Monday class… need peoples’ notes… ANYWAYS, it’s officially ’squee’ time. Honestly. Tomorrow, after school, after my endo appointment, I’ll be on a plane to San Francisco… DUDES, CHECK THAT SHIT OUT. I’m all squee-age and excited and whatnot.
So, here’s the upload. I’m bringing shiny, probably try typing ongoings, probably from my notes, but yeah. I bring notebooks to cons… was actually rather useful at VCON ’cause I know I won’t remember shit but some of those panels were bloody interesting (who knows the first vampire movie ever?
I do!), and awesome shit that’d pop into mi cabeza for writing. Which, by the way, is what litters bits of papers and notebooks all over my house and school work and I have to redo the filing system for my ‘rough’ folder.
Which brings me to NaNoWriMo, oddly enough. This year, I’m doing it. Mostly because I’m actually aware of it this year. Hah. I’m also not working on anything specific at the time (read: five different stories but haven’t actually written on one for a few days). My plan is to go with the costume I’m wearing at YaoiCon, throw in aerial ship things, some foggy steam, crossed up tech, and anything that’ll fit from the fifteen-twenty or so ‘filed’ files in my Rough folder. I mean, there are non-file system files in there, but they’re like… boats. Boats is great.
So, leaving to SF Thursday, coming home Monday, going to miss my appointment with Dr. Hay… which I’ll ask about at the endo appointment because I still don’t know what Dr. Hay does. And I still haven’t phoned about that. Woops. Tuesday is the Metric concert, I’m driving with Muphen. Other people will be there, allegedly. And then that weekend is the Taboo Sex Show.
Today… today I bike home from school, grab my notebook that I FRAKKIN’ FORGOT THIS MORNING, do all the shit I have to do. Meaning drive around and shit. Need to get a lens cap (people at mi madre’s trabajo lost mine… yes… yes, horrible… mi madre estare reimbursing me), talk to the bank about my balance and my trip, buy some last minute-ish things from the mall or wherever (hey, it’s open until 9pm today!) and do a load of whites.
Oh, and eat. Eating’s important.
I haven’t really been eating the last couple of days.
I blame sleeping in… which sucks when you have school. Honestly, s’not cool.
Conclusion: FUCKING EXCITED.
Having issues remembering what all I wanted to write about since the last update.
School meeting thing went awesome. My guest speaker showed up and he was cool and I didn’t fail miserably. I. feel. awesome. Also figured out I wanna go into manufacturing rather than structural or architectural, when it comes to my drafting stuff.
Got my Grade 3 Theory certificate in the mail. Yay.
Got dollar store gloves and cut off the thumbs, indexes and pinky fingers. Thus Piper gloves! Like Piper… in Storm Hawks… no one loves me.
Saw two movies the other night. Law Abiding Citizen with Ren and a couple of her cousins. After that, one got driven home by the other and we had some foods in Boston Pizza… meaning I had mashed potatoes and a side of garlic bread (if anyone says anything about eggs or milk or even butter, I go on bludgeoning spree)… mmmmm. Then video games, waiting for the next movie… PARANORMAL ACTIVITY. Okay, I must say Law Abiding Citizen was good. I’un get why there are all these pretty good movies chilling around. Zombieland was even damn good. Paranormal Activity is just… too real. ’cause it’s not like a movie and all.
Freaky as fucking hell. Had problems sleeping, ended up waking up thirty five minutes before work meaning I had barely any time to get ready for work (ie. getting dressed) and boy am I glad my car’s fixed now… MY CAR IS FIXED NOW.
So now I’m watching X-men, contemplating more food (have a headache again)… tea, work. And guess what? YAOICON IS COMING, SOON. Great! I’m all prepping and shit, ’cause I’ve gotten to a point where I can do a con right on the spot but I can also go through organized prep-stuff. I’m good. This’ll be my eighth con. Epic.
By the way, I’d like to give a shout out to Felix and Kitty, with their ‘exquisite speciality clothing for discerning ladies and gentlement’, AKA pretty stuff and pretties corsets. Ren just asked for their site ’cause I have their card… we’re going to the Taboo sex show in Vancouver so she can get a couple of corsets (is less expensive in person rather than ordering from their site or whatever)… I want stuff too, of course. C’mon… Taboo… sex show!
So, their site is here. Going under Products doesn’t show you all that much, go into the gallery and check out their photos from events and all. Damn sexy.
It’s been a really long time. Yes, I know. I suck.
Right now I’m on the ferry, so I don’t actually know the date of my last blog post (no internets), but I remember the gist of what was in it and man, it’s been a while. I’ve done tons of stuff! Honestly. Here’s one: my birthday. That’s a whole tale of its own.
Woke up, regular morning, nothing special. Went to work, there was construction going on (they just put in metal security shutters), happened to mention to one or two of the lot guys that it’s my birthday. So there’s one of the Talius security guys working on some wiring in the ceiling right over the counter… so the ladder is propped straddling the counter (that was fun to work around!), “You’re working on your birthday? Oh, man, that has to suck.” Hah. Oh, and then I dislocated my shoulder.
Whoops.
I was changing the sign and everything too, good fun. Reach up to take down a number and pop. Ow. That hurts by the way, y’know, the your shoulder pops out of its socket, and you’re standing on the step ladder with your eyes bulging out as your mind is trying to think of the best and most efficient way to put the damn thing back in, while you’re kind of prodding it with your hand to see if it’ll go back in at all. Woohoo. Go inside, tell Kathy my shoulder popped out. No, Kathy, my shoulder came out (and went back in). It was funny, ’cause my priorities sounded a bit more like changing the sign mattered more than dislocating shoulders (and by now the Talius guys were gone). Woo.
So I got to leave work half an hour early, after working a while with the injured shoulder and all. Yeah, when Wallace came he asked me to leave, for the betterment of my own health or something. Got mi madre to come pick me up (she wasn’t working at the time), bike fit in the back of the truck, go home and ice my shoulder. Sounds fun and all, meant I couldn’t skateboard to the place. Which is great, because Hans phoned me about not being able to make it to the pub because his dad took the car or something (despite it being a night where he didn’t have work the next day and blablabla the whole reason why I was going to the pub both nights, c’mon people). Blablabla, orange tic tacs.
Get dropped off at the pub, sit in the pub, not order anything, talk to the apparent live in kind of patrons, talk to someone with the band, find out the band plays later than I thought, water. Have no one show up… Have Charmsies phone me and thus I fucking love Charmsies (we already know this). That was great. Uuuuh, rawked out to The Dreadnoughts. Hung with the Dreadnoughts during their breaks. Downed iced tea the entire night. Before the band and all, had a guy from the Oregon (who oddly enough looked like a smaller stature version of mi hermoso… huh) come over and chat and we hung the whole night, which was mostly dancing to the music. You can’t help but dance to Celtic-y punk music like The Dreadnoughts. Got the seventy year old guy (it might have been his birthday), to dance with us. Oregon guy had his last cigarette (supposedly). Grinned and got along with the punk guy and female accompaniment, who I think figured out I was trans and told me she thought I was beautiful or awesome or something and hugged around my back… so she must’ve felt the safety pins. No clue.
Walked home (woops), crashed.
Next night, more of The Dreadnoughts, this time actually got ID’d, but just going into the establishment (I’unno, Saturday nights or something). By the way, it was bloody full both nights. The Dreadnoughts are just pure awesome (yes, of course I bought merch)… practically became their merch guy for a bit there that night. Talked some more with the band and all, and with Ren (right, Ren came, drank and all). Bassist dude thought my name was Ben not Fen, s’not a common name, hah. Awesome conversations and all.
I like being the sibling of the lead guitarist from that other Vancouver band, a bunch of ‘em knew, so that’s all cool. And then knowing the other bands. And telling stories about Kyle from Incura (”I love your mom!”), and random shit and…
I have to clarify something. The Dreadnoughts are just bloody fun. And funny. And just great.
You have to love a band that things sea shanties, plays My Heart Will Go On, a Johnny Cash cover and the mother fucking Hockey Song (all of which they played the second night excluding the Johnny Cash cover), the bassist is six foot something, the mandolin player has dreadlocks and the violinist has a mohawk. Gawd, that Kyle was was hot. Trading sodomy jokes at the end of the first night with him was like ‘yeah… totally awesome…’. And then there’s that one song that’s just a giant tribute to cider and the only lyrics are CIDER CIDER CIDER CIDER, CIDER CIDER CIDER…. CIDER CIDER CIDER CIDER… CIDER CIDER CIDERRR!!! Whereas Kyle, the fiddler-violinist, gets on the bassist’s shoulders with the mic and man they were wild.
And that was my weekend. And my birthday.
The next weekend was VCON. Got to hang with with Devon again and the girls Ren y yo met while with Devon the last time at AE, Schumie was there (it’s Schumie right? Not nuu…?) from HoneySyn, Camilla d’Errico-ness was there (and I wore my Tanpopo shirt the first day, the merch woman was psyched to see someone in the know). Lots of chatting, getting tight with people like that, the GLBT panel was the best. Got my pentagram ring and some Celtic-ish design headband, my Camilla stuff. Didn’t get Looking For Group stuff (sold out fast and then the guys were just gone the rest of the weekend from panel to panel or something). Couple of fun panels, Why Is The Umbrella Licking Me?, Using the Pacific Northwest as a Setting etc. etc. I took a shit ton of notes, went to a Tanya Huff reading… made a few friends and ate Chinese with them the first night, got emotionally attached to the sight of the most. awesome. drag-transwoman ever. Gawd, she just looked fun. And she was great at drawing (because they illustrated the Turkey Readings…). Ren wasn’t there the second day, got to hug Lar from LFG (I’m awesome like that), grabbed some food, went home.
I have photos but I haven’t even taken them off my camera yet. But, oh, the memories. And they were filming something at the Convention Centre that was set in Germany (the irony after going to the Pacific Northwest as a Setting panel), so there were all the signs in German and whatnot. That was cool, got to walk by that.
…what else?
I swear, other stuff has happened. It’s bad that I don’t remember weekends.
…wait. Last weekend, I was sick to hell. I missed pretty much an entire week of school (I went to school the Tuesday but practically died biking back up the hill home, good plan Phil, good plan). After waking up barely able to breathe Friday, I went to the hospital at two in the morning on Saturday (because I couldn’t get to sleep having to focus so hard on just breathing and then being afraid I’d suffocate in my sleep), whereas they put me on ventolin and all (asthma meds), took some X-rays, put me on more ventolin, and sent me home when I could breathe almost normal like. Spent the rest of the weekend recovering and all. All of this meaning that I didn’t go to work and I missed school and… well crap. But I went to school the next week (after missing the Monday at work), Friday I told Wallace and them about my plans to go to YaoiCon at the end of the month… which I would have the tickets paid for and everything already but mi madre was working late-ish on Friday and so we didn’t get to do that when she got home and, guess what, I went to Pender Island this weekend.
Well, I’m on the ferry, so… obviously.
Friday night, though, had Joe over and hung out some, had to pick up mi padre from the pub at a hotel down the number ten (he got guilted into going because some guys were down and they used to be part of his crew and all)… and then had to drive back down again con mi madre in the truck so she could drive dad’s truck home. Got the ECU back for my car, got it put in over the weekend (mi padre) and so it works now… but last phone call I got on Sunday was all ‘Dad’s doing something about your back brakes and some rotating of a drum or something…’ …? But hey, now my car is going to work! SWEET!
Almost panicked not having a ride home today (Monday) from the ferry to the house, but got mis abuelos to do it (so I’m excited-ish to meet up with them in half an hour or so).
Oh, and the weekend rocked. Hanging with Rel was fun. Eating food, sleeping, eating food, watching Ssaum ui-gisul, s’more sleep, watched some Detroit Metal City way back, uuuuh… more eating, watched a TON of Storm Hawks, until we were tired and figured we ought to go to bed. …got distracted by my stories and read for another couple hours instead of going to sleep… finally went to sleep (at about three in the morning). So here I am, on a boat, tired as ‘ell, about to go to work in an hour and a half. Woot. But it was super fun, and Pender Island is cool. And I like ferry rides. And sleeping on couches. And Rel’s stories and all. So super shiny awesomeness.
I might pass out when I get home from work though. Heh.
So I have enough time now to fit in an episode of Storm Hawks (maybe), so I’mma go watch that and then get driven home and all. Mmm… ferry food. Y’get a funny look when you order a side of fries and a side of dills.
…what?
Why am I awake? Honestly. It’s six thirty in the morning, I finished breakfast an hour and a half ago, I should be asleep. Remind me not to do this tomorrow. Really. I have school tomorrow.
So here I am in bed with my sweatshirt on, adjusting the brightness of my screen back and forth (damn you photobooth!), with the regular prickly tiredness of the eyes. Y’know the kind? You only really feel it when you close your eyes and its purpose seems to be as a signifier to your tear ducts to cover the pricklyness. Makes you want to keep your eyes shut (feels good with the tears covering the tired pricklyness) and thus go back to sleep. Just realizing this now.
Breakfast was good. I made a sort of salmon wrap in my naan again; lettuce, tomato, cucumber, mushroom as well. It’s good stuff, really. I figure it should be a decent amount of protein for today, which is what I worry about. And I downed it with water; something else I worry about.
Okay, so, I started a new story (yes, yes, hate me). I’m at the point where, if I don’t have a name for the story, I just name them NS-#. I’d do NS-## but I really hope I won’t go further than nine (optionally ten), especially since who the fuck’ll tell the difference between NS-55 and NS-74? Honestly? I wouldn’t. If I did that to everything I have now, I’d spend hours trying to find Preacher Man or HGAS or ANYTHING… that isn’t discernible by size alone. Hellooooo Opus.
Back to the point, new story. S’cool. S’like steampunk but gritty and then I said fuckit and went with electric shit too. So, basically, it’s steampunk and ‘if we hadn’t killed the electric car’, but darkish. Main char is Jennings, he kind of operates on different social norms from the rest of everyone, so it’s shiny. Anyways, we open in a police station (after a snippet of mysterious dialogue) with Jennings and the introduction of another main character (along with the constant mention of a third) who is the police chief Blythe Quinn, and second in command something Brinley. And then awesome craziness. I don’t really want it to be another stupid police involved murder mystery thing (though Jennings works as a sort of consult), but there has to be killing eventually… or maybe in a sequel/prequel. The characters are strong enough for series-ification. -shrug-
Oh, and then I wrote this when I was going to post on Khaos “I’d like to confess that I’m a mess”.
I’d like to confess
That I’m a mess
I’m under some stress
From what? I can’t guess
But I digress
It’s something I can’t address
And I haven’t had progress
In trying to express
My recent distress
It needs no finesse
I promise not to suppress
Nor press
In any regress
But here I transgress
It’ll sometimes impress
For being able to possess
As something I can’t profess
I’d rather not obsess.