A Saitou & Sano collection in potentia

I’m thinking it could be fun to create a collection of my best Saitou & Sano fics and illustrate them all. Yeah, yeah, every time I claim I’m going to draw a bunch of pictures, it doesn’t happen… but the collection could still proceed even if that aspect of it falls through. Of course it would primarily be an ebook (because I love making ebooks), but I am having sneaky little thoughts about how cool it would be to get some copies printed up physically as well.

So the question is, which fics should be included? The list I’ve come up with is as follows: Helpless, Pillow Talk, Death Wish, I Dream I Know Not How, Naked Rooftops, Unboxing Party, The Prevention of Gross Injustice, State of Attire, 漸進的 な 会得 – Gradual Understanding, and He Can Be Taught. I’d kinda like to include Seeing Red in there too, but that really does make the thing too long. There is room for a few more shorter stories, though.

So — any suggestions as to which other fics I should include?

(I’m also thinking it’d be awesome to have something new/previously unreleased in there, but that, of course, depends entirely on what I get written before I get the whole thing put together.)

Dress my friends up just for show, see them as they really are

Today dad and I went to test drive a new car, which looks very much as if it will be the one we end up buying. Mom has to take a look at it too, on Monday, though, so we’ll see. It seemed like a decent car.

So it turns out one or more of our house guests is allergic to cats, so my poor waybee has been locked in my room for the last couple of days. She is alternately sad and angry about this, and I feel so sorry for her. I feel a bit sorry for myself, too, since I usually keep my door open all the time, which airs out the litter box smell :\

Speaking of house guests. If it doesn’t LODITEE all over me, I’ll make a journal entry about these people eventually. If such an entry appears and anyone wants to read it, the password will be 1Loves2, only replace the numbers with the appropriate names. That’ll be the password for any entry I don’t want to be super public but isn’t exactly a big secret either.

I mentioned that my treadmill-walking has been successful so far. This is good. Well, cat likes to be near me when I’m doing this, even though she’s suspicious of the treadmill itself. One time she got up on the back of a high-backed chair so she could stare at me as I walked; it was very funny. She definitely prefers the stretching stage to the noisy machine stage of the proceedings, and sometimes comes and sits quite close while I’m doing it. Observe:

Well, the other night, I went through my whole routine and didn’t see her anywhere. I wondered if she’d lost interest. But then when I was done, I went into the adjoining room to turn off the light before going back to my room, and discovered this:


So I gave in and started posting HoH stories on ff.n. Anyone want to place any bets as to how long I’ll be able to keep it up? I haven’t quite decided on a posting schedule yet — every three days? four days? I’m kinda going to wait and see if there’s any interest at all first.

Recently I had a dream that I was… guess where. Just guess. AT DISNEYLAND ZOMFG. The funny thing about this dream was that, after it had followed the usual pattern of realizing on the third day of four that I hadn’t gone on any rides yet, I in the dream remarked to my mother, “Man, this is just like in all my dreams about Disneyland where I haven’t gone on any rides for two days and have to rush to ride everything I like!”

Eventually I’m probably going to start dreaming that I’m at Disneyland dreaming I’m at Disneyland. What I kinda puzzle over is, what exactly does my subconscious think there is to do at Disneyland, besides rides, that can happily occupy two full days there? I also wonder whether the frequency of these Disneyland dreams would lessen if I were to actually go there. It’s been about four years since I was last there, and apparently my soul longs for it.

Saa mae wo muite ima koso henshin make up!

It seems there’s no way to prevent edited posts from showing up on feed readers, so I’ll just have to try to make sure not to edit stuff in the same time frame as I post new stuff. That way, if you’re following on a feed reader and you see 200 updates from me all at once, you know you can just mark it read and ignore it XD

I am unusually exhausted after work today, so I think I’ma go to bed early. I did want to post, though, and mention that my thoughts are on the Sandy areas. Please be safe, peoples.

Also that I’m doing this month’s art exchange piece in nail polish. Which is obviously a reason to post of similar significance to the above.

Hoo, I am so hungry right now

So I’m trying to figure out why a lot of the time when I edit a post on here, that edited post then appears on the feed reader… especially since I still have plenty of editing to do. Sorry to anyone watching me that way X/

The other day we had a dead cat at school, which allowed us to practice subcutaneous injections on actual flesh without continually sticking a needle into a living creature. That was pretty awesome, though dead cat face was a little disturbing.

Yesterday I cleaned the bathroom so efficiently ^__^ Have I mentioned my sympathy with the Auditors? I’m always so pleased with myself when I clean something up so well, but then my work is always undone so quickly and I just don’t feel like doing it again for far longer than I should really wait. But anyway. The bathroom looks really nice for now.

A tarot project has been eating my brain for the last few days, so not a lot of fiction-writing has taken place. I’ve worked mostly on that today, alternated with recording, and felt productive despite not writing much story.

Oh! I got my PSY CD, of course, and it was just as good as I expected. I’ve listened to it about a billion times since then. You know, I never did mention my thoughts on the new Three Days Grace album. Well, it’s good. You have no idea how excited I was at the Michael Jackson cover, though I honestly don’t think Adam sounds very good on that piece. Actually, his usual vocal perfection seems to have suffered a bit, and I really hope it’s temporary… like maybe he got sick or something. Anyway, it’s a decent album; now I have to think about which song to vidify.

Have I mentioned how much of my hero is Willis McGahee? I found a shirt that I will buy with his name on. I’d really like a ladies’ style shirt, but they only seem to make those in Manning style. MC GAHEE.

OK, I’m done.

Naneun sana-i naje-neun neomankeum ttasaroun geureon sana-i

Ah, an entry at last. This past week has been telve busy, what with finals and working every day, and pretty well any free time I had was spent not doing anything because fuck doing anything at that point. But I got through it, and I shall mention some things now.

We had our vocab test on Monday so we could have the first final the next day. So on Tuesday, I felt the final went pretty well, though everyone else was grumbling, the way they always do after every test, about how hard it was. When everyone was done, we all went back inside the classroom (which those that are finished vacate to allow others still taking the test some quiet), and found the teacher grading them already. And she was not happy. After we’d sat around for a while kinda watching her, she was like, “I don’t know if we’re even going to have any lab time today, with the way these tests turned out.” And we’re all like …what do our test scores have to do with lab today…

Anyway, then it was break time, and before we left for break, someone (I think it was a nosy cave-troll) asked the teacher how we’d done. And she said very huffily, “Only one person got an A. Most people got F’s.” So we were privileged to mill about for twenty break minutes wondering whose was the A and whether or not we’d all failed the class or what, while teacher stomped around clearly taking this whole thing waaaayy too personally. I pulled a card during break, and it was the Six of Wands… “approaching victory, triumph, hope, desire, expectation, creative power, competence, trust in success.”

So we get back from break and she starts passing the tests back. Mine lands in front of me with a big red “95%” on it just as the teacher announces, “The highest grade in the class was a 95. The average class grade was a 77. A passing grade was a 78.” Honestly I’m not sure how you could manage to miss 23 questions on this test; it was multiple freaking choice.

Yes, I know that was a very lengthy way of saying, “I got the only A on the final on Tuesday.” But I was kinda tickled by the whole situation, so I felt like relating the whole story.

Then yesterday we had our second final. One guy in the class had been absent on Tuesday and had to take both finals in a row, so the rest of us had to wait even longer on our results than the previous. Everyone had studied harder this time, so there was a lot less grumbling. Plus we had a potluck waiting, so, even though we weren’t actually starting on that yet, we still had some FUCKING AMAZING pumpkin donuts to snack on while we waited.

I pulled a card while we waited, and guess what. Six of Wands. I hadn’t been worried, but at that point I laughed aloud. Then, because the one guy was taking so long to get his finals done that teacher had actually finished grading all of ours in the interim, she came into the break room and we went over the final all standing around in there XD I got a 96% on that one, but, because everyone else had learned their lessen from Tuesday, it was not the highest grade in the class this time. But I’ve maintained my 4.0. New classes start on Monday, and — oh, hey, guess what! Cave-troll is done, so I never have to hear his stupid voice again! What a great end to a class!

Oh, yeah, and my project. Projects were between finals, and involved a paper and a presentation on a disease of our choice. I went with ulcerative stomatitis in snakes. Last weekend when I was working on the paper, I thought my mouth was going to rot with boredom because it was just not a lot of fun. So on Monday I asked teacher if I could by any chance write a story instead of a boring essay, and she said I could.

So I totally rewrote the thing on Monday and Tuesday after work, and it was waaaayyyy more interesting: a tale of two snakes just about ready to admit that they’re falling in love, only ulcerative stomatitis is temporarily keeping them apart. So awesome.

Meanwhile, at EA, I took an order on behalf of Michelle Obama, who was in town this week. Obviously I didn’t speak to her personally, but supposedly the order I took on Tuesday was for an arrangement she wanted to give to someone for his birthday while she was here. I didn’t make the arrangement, since the delivery zip code sent it to a different store — and also I don’t really have any feelings one way or another about Michelle Obama — but having taken an order on behalf of the first lady is pretty cool in any case.

I had my first solo closes at EA, and I thought they went OK. Not spectacularly, but fine for my first attempts. I’m definitely liking that job so far, despite the occasional rash on my arms and the ongoing bitterness about the damn fruit.

Had some training at S&A too, and I’m still running into the same problems there as before: almost everyone there is simultaneously very easygoing and yet kinda prickly toward trainees. Baaad combination. Buuut I’m not hugely worried; I am learning.

Here on the internet, I’ve managed to fix all the links in this new archive, so the move is officially complete. At least, I’m fairly sure I’ve fixed everything; if anyone reading this runs into any link in an art archive entry back to livejournal, let me know, OK? Personal entries still have them all over the place, but they’re not nearly as important.

That’s about all the entry I have the patience for at the moment. Air Force just won, though, so yay that! Oh, and I’m also considering giving Assassin’s Creed a try. Maybe.