Ahhhh.... The holidays...

Two upcoming holidays that are near and dear to my heart are coming up, so I figured I'd post briefly about both.

3/17
Ah, yes. St. Paddy's Day. That wonderful holiday where we all go out and try to prove how Irish we are by drinking ourselves to oblivion in the name of a fictional demigod. Love it. Make sure to wear your orange, use your firebombs wisely, and above all remember this:

Green beer is a sin against God, Man, and Brewery. Guinness, on the other hand, is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Same goes for whisky.

3/20
Even more near and dear to my heart, is of course, the 20th. Steak and Blowjob Day. The true day to show your loved one just how much you care for them and desire their intimacy. (What, don't believe me? Google the date!)

For the Ladies: Remember- medium rare is typically the desired state. Fried Chicken can sometimes be used as a substitute, but only in the southern states. And while teeth can add some sensation, NO BITING. Practice on bananas if need be- you've got a few days to prepare, after all.

For the Lads: Accept your steak graciously, even if it is burnt to a crisp (It's why they made A-1, after all.) For those of you who don't eat red meat, you need to start- if you're not enjoying all that health, then what's the point of keeping it?

Also, be polite: no using the ears as handholds. If your SO has hair long enough, encourage her to put it in pigtails instead. And for those of you "men" who call this kind of holiday sexist and rude, shut up. Remember what you had to go through for that day back in February? Yeah- now quit spoiling the party for the rest of us.

Time to bring on the entertainment, folks....

....But before that, before that, we've got a little band backstage for you - four boys from Liverpool who think they know a few things about rock & roll. But before that, we've got another act, a man very near and dear to my heart, who always makes me wonder "How does he make that fifth puppet move?" But before that, we've got a fine act in from Vegas, they're getting the cat set up right now, and as soon as one of them reattaches his arm, they'll be performing for us. But before that......

Ok, the actual update of seriousness....

Well, let's see. Computer is still definitely dying, but y'all knew that one already.

Two artistic (one writing, one maskmaking) commissions have come up. Both are definite good things and hopefully shouldn't interfere with the time I need to spend jobhunting, which will resume the moment I've got a working computer to send out resumes on again. I'll post pictures/details later on for the commissions, once details are more solidified on the one, and construction begins on the other.

The Norwescon pile is a-building. I now have seven masks (eight if you count one other gasmask) on the table in varying stages of being finished up. Mostly just waiting on dry weather to spraycoat about half of them at this point.

Both me and B are mostly recovered now- still some lingering phlegm in my case (and a bunch of it in hers) but we're both definitely doing better overall. Hell, this is the first day this week and all of last week, that I haven't needed to take any medication beyond the infamous Allergy Cocktail.

So overall, things are looking up, right? Right? After everything falling apart recently, I can't help but be paranoid about that. Let's face it: my job, then the car, then the sickness from hell, then the computer. I thought the bad stuff was supposed to come in threes? Well, I guess it did- the job was a couple weeks before everything else, after all. Still. Paranoia.

Tonight, I write. Hopefully. Using old-fashioned methods, even, like real pen and paper. Time to see if I can even read my own handwriting anymore.