So you know my Schrödinger costume and how I sat on that fucking shirt for about eight months or something stupid like that?
Well it’s finally finished now, so there!
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Come take my pulse, the pace is like a runaway train.
Costume progress.
After some thought on the matter I decided to slip a couple of (very small) shoulder-pads into the Junior Warrant Officer Schrödinger shirt.
Some people have strong opinions on shoulder-pads, saying that they should not be used if you are feminine or have poor posture because all they really do is end up drawing attention to the fact, but if that were true then only male body-builders would ever bother getting a nicely tailored suit.
We can talk about relationships but there’s better things to fill your head with.
Hair is something which frequently needs to be thoroughly mistreated. No lie.
For many years I was very good at violently assaulting my own hair on a regular basis:
But we all knew it couldn’t last.
This time I’m not leaving without you.
Right now I am in recovery from an uncharacteristically busy weekend.
- Friday was boring but productive, I spent the day cleaning all the things, wrapping presents and making beautiful artworks for Tech Support. These tasks were directly related to preparations for his birthday which was on Saturday.
- When Tech Support got home on Friday he asked me a lot of bizarre questions which made little to no sense to me at the time.
- Saturday was Tech Support’s birthday. He is old now. So old. I spammed his Facebook with beautiful artwork and took him out for lunch to Little Ramen Bar (it was very nice, especially the spicy bamboo shoots).
- On the way home from lunch Tech Support made me detour to a place which seemed to relate to the questions he’d been asking the previous day. I was made to wait in the car for a few minutes and he returned with a suspicious envelope. He wouldn’t tell me what was inside. Naturally I assumed it contained illicit drugs.
Now he’s in trouble, we’ve all had trouble but learned to keep it shut.
If you can’t guess this happy little dude’s name:
I’ll give you a hint: It starts with “The” and ends with “Man”.
Then you’re a far less insensitive person than me (and that’s probably a good thing)!
If I am honest I’m just not hooked on your phonics.
The first actual story page of Separation Anxiety went up yesterday! Next week there might even be dialogue! I feel inclined to celebrate despite the lack of perceived excitement.
That must mean it’s time for some Cooking With Mai™!
Disclaimer:
Mai is a terrible cook.
What nature has neglected the fruit of modern science shall provide.
My favourite store in the world is Daiso.
Daiso is a Japanese chain of ¥100 stores (about $2.80 in AUD, apparently) which I adore due to all the obscenely cute shit they sell.
Let’s not be coy; I do adore most- if not all- dollar stores. Truthfully the really junky ones are often the most fun. The fascination is similar with opp-shops. What can I say? I love hoarding random shit that I have no logical use for under the vague pretence of sourcing costume supplies.
I ground more glass, aligned the parts, and recommenced the chase.
Fun Fact:
- I am completely incompetent at gloves.
When constructing these:
I hot glued them to my hands via the fingernails.
Never resting to question if I was out of my mind.
The cover for Separation Anxiety has gone up as a marker for the fact that this is officially a thing that is going to happen:
July, just as promised!
No one even knew it was really only you.
Small announcement:
Separation Anxiety will be sort of starting on Monday the 1st of July.
That is under a week away. What do I mean by sort of? Well, you’ll find that out in less than a week.