Musician, writer, artist, gardener, Jane-of-all-trades.
I keep astonishingly busy with a wide variety of things and this blog may seem random in consequence. Expect Mass Effect fanfic (including the ongoing saga of pilot-lovin' Rhi Shepard), thoughts on disability, politics, and a liberal helping of goats. Especially baby goats.
A few days ago I referred to a dream in which I discovered forgotten rooms in my house. That was only a part of the nightmare, though — I also had twelve houseguests who seemed to be inviting their friends, had committed to cooking an entire feast for this horde, and I had somehow managed to oversleep the day-of. By about eight hours.
Now, my sweetheart doesn’t like crowds (this part is true!) and in the dream I’d apparently cajoled him into another big crowd thing just a few days before and it was too much too soon, and, well, what with one thing and another, he was really fucking pissed at me. And he decided to deal with this by storming off into the woods without a word, which I figured out when I saw the column of smoke above the trees. Because his other way of showing his anger was taking up smoking again, and apparently in my dream cigarettes look quite a lot like large signal fires.
I chased him into the woods — I was LIVID — and I caught him, sulkily smoking, in the woods, while I tried to salvage this ridiculous feast/event whatever, and he was wearing this hat.
I told him about my dream last night. He spent most of i saying “No, dear, that wasn’t me, that was your dream,” until I started describing The Hat, and then he said “Oh! That’s my Spite Hat!”
Today I drew it.
The fact that I used a Red Dwarf quote to complain about composition issues in my mass effect art seals it: Red Dwarf needs to be represented on my ridiculous space mailbox.
Red Dwarf itself is huge and ridiculous (which is awesome, actually, ‘cause who cares about aerodynamics in space?) so I’m deciding between Starbug and the Blue Midget.
…at art, anyway.
I’m painting the mailbox with the following trick (for the Normandy; everythign else I’m just winging it):
I have three things to say in defense of this practice:
…granted, that last point applies more to paid work, but still. :P