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.
Take this pill, the doctor’s standing by.
The final gallery page, Synthetic Soul Corp. went up last week! The Asylum is now at a place which we can call, for better or for worse, “complete”.
Deepest apologies to those with a slow connection or utilising mobile devices, there are quite a lot of images on some of the gallery pages (Soul Corp. in particular has twice as many images as any of the other pages), as such, loading times can be a bit of a pain. In the future lazy loading is a thing that might happen, but for the time being I’m kind of burned out and will be taking a break to work on costumes and Separation Anxiety (which is looking good for release next month).
We’ve come too far to give up who we are.
The last gallery page isn’t quite done yet, but! A lot of rearranging has gone down over the past week and if you’re feeling the curious you might like to go through the other pages again because they’ve got a bunch of new stuff happening (and by “new” what I actually mean is “really fucking old and embarrassing” on my part).
However, none of that really has anything at all to do with today’s entry.
See, every so often I go outside and pretend to be a responsible adult. Nobody who knows me ever falls for it. Thankfully I’m a social recluse and can count the amount of people who actually know me on one hand. As far as everybody else is concerned? This shit right here is 100% legit.