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solaciolum: King of Night Vision, King of Insight (Default)
Friday, August 20th, 2010 07:24 pm
Hey, remember when I used to post here? ...or anywhere that wasn't Twitter? ...yeah. M-me neither.

I'm probably going to offer a pair or two of earrings for auction on [livejournal.com profile] help_pakistan eventually, once I dig out a camera to photograph some of my newer stuff. I finally bought some silver wire, and it's been a bit nerve wracking to work with (expensive!) but good; it's very very different from the copper and bronze I've been using, and I like that. I also have some antiqued, dead soft bronze to play with. It'll be fun for more steampunky stuff, but I'm still fond of the color of my full hard industrial bronze, and I like the way it looks as it develops a natural tarnish.

I have a bag full of polymer clay that I still need to do something with; it's also nearly crocheting season again, and I've afghans to finish. I am not going to start putting together bootleg silkscreen apparatuses, no matter how much I want an AssCreed t-shirt. I'd never wear it, and I'd inevitably make a mess with the paint.

Been watching True Blood, and I'll probably have some thoughts to put together about it eventually; ditto Royal Pains and White Collar, although I've been more of a casual "brain in the off position" TV watcher this summer than an analytical one. I'd been planning to watch Warehouse 13, but S2E1 left a terrible taste in the back of my mind; I do adore a well done female villain, but I take a very real and very personal offense at the "angry feminist" trope.

blathering and minutiae; school stuff, mostly )
solaciolum: And the clock on the door says it's time for you to go, (cold light)
Monday, June 21st, 2010 05:09 pm
I seem to be compartmentalizing too much, again. *sigh* I seriously need to stop doing this, before I actually end up running away to live in a shack in the mountains.

Also, Dreamwidth keeps devouring my lengthy rants on my Arabic class (which I love, really, but if I hadn't taken it before, I would be tearing out my hair and weeping). And why am I here if not to bitch about my classes?

Why, indeed.