New Yorkers, omg they so crazy.

[bhanesidhe]

NaNoMango (the illustrators' version of National Novel Writers Month) starts November First... and the temptation to take on this endeavour is so very great.
...but at the same time it's kind of nice to be able to draw and doodle with a casual dedication (and not the intense, verging on self-destructive scheduling) so as not to have a constant need of a hand brace.

Odd thing it is to conclude one all-consuming project and simply twist in the wind debating what to do next.
Having Ali & Kym over this weekend was just an endless joy but in the end only serve to inspire more possible sinister con related projects. ^_^
We're thinking A Trigun Doujin maybe but shhh don't tell anybody.

What, me? Complain?

The one rather sinister post-Yaoi con defect that I'm currently suffering from is that I'm no longer capable of reading regular manga. If three pages in there's no 'raging cocks', 'tentacles sex', or just all around boy-on-boy naked goodness, I find myself sourly disappointed. I wonder if I'm the only one suffering from this?
I do hope this passes soon because, as much as I hate to admit it, it's rather awkward trying to constantly re-teach myself that not everything in the world revolves around porn.

Speaking of which, this random chick on the subway tried to imply that she wanted to stick my very own cane up my very own ass. She so kinky. ^^

Oh, and in the world of random subway chick; apparently handicap person that I am (with two knee-braces and a cane) shouldn't have sat in the designated handicap area seating that she had reserved for her blessed pocketbook. She blamed god, my bad hair-colouring and my being raised by wolves for the misunderstanding.


...but DAYUM it felt good to make her cry. ^_^

When the insomnia hits you for a good week all you wish for is sleep. Now, sleep acquired, all I wish is that it was dreamless.

Just woke up, am cranky.

Had a dream where somehow epicyclical coerced me out of my hiddie-hole with promises of an unending supply of flavoured coffee. Only to hit me over the head with a rather disturbingly oversized phallic mushroom and knock me out cold.
I wake up tied up with silly-string on the floor of the Avocado with her taking pictures of me for the 'Fandom Revue', which is apparently this sort of fandom-company newsletter I'd been weaseling out of for months. The camera she has is the very old Polaroid sort that you have to change the flash bulb depending on lighting and the photo's make a nifty little whish noise when they pop out the front (the one my mum had while I was growing up) but what was worse that the photos that came out of it were the little stickies kind. You know, that really trendy sort that they're pawning off on kids.
She's cackling manically as she's skipping about me in full-circle and apparently I start weeping rather openly. (Mind you, had this really happen I'd have flung Simon at her head and been done with it.) She also tacking the stickies to my head while she's taking photo's, and the thing I find MOST disturbing is that in the images in the little sticky photos, I'm smiling and laughing, enjoying myself for god's sake!... and most obviously am not tied up and neither have I random stickies attached to my head. Somehow this is the most disturbing part of the dream for me, so much so that I immediately pass out from the shock of the happy little sticky-me's.

I wake up to have ali_wildgoose glowering down over me with a frothing cup of Coffee in her hands. I plead for her assistance or at least a sip but she sneers at me for being between her and her beloved Mac and stomps over me, leaving a cruel wake of frothy steamy goodness in the air behind her. So tortured by this am I that I am beyond being upset and crying with frustration,... so much so that I seem to be bleeding from where I had been biting down my fury. I'm guessing that I tried to bite my cheek but couldn't quite catch so I went for the tongue forgetting that biting through your tongue it's a pretty sucky and involved way to attempt suicide.

So... does this mean I'd rather kill myself than do happy Happy HAPPY fandom things at the Avocado? Very likely.

Does this mean that I am So Full Of HATE that when I next see either of them I may well spit in their coffee? Ab-So-Fucking-Lutely. ^_^

I am so full of Hate.

Really am you know. For their sake, I hope I don't get any invites for coffee anytime soon. I can't be held responsible.

Wow, the needless symbolism. So dire, so needless.
Alas, had sushi with ali_wlidgoose, epicyclical, digikym & jlh last night... and the most I did was swing my cane near Cassie's head few times and share a few veiled threats of projectile vomit. Fun times.

Totally didn't realize how much I missed their wacky ways. However, next time I must remember to bring more porn. I was a horrible delegate to entrust the Yaoi-con re-cap. Alison did it far better than I ever could, and she wasn't even there.

Come to think of it, she re-caps ALL things far better than anyone ever could, especially half-naked ^_^.