Wolf Wears Wool

Is this tacky?  Likely as all, yes. Typical fare to be expected from F. though, I never claimed to have taste or tact in spades.

ANYHOOT.  HAPPY BLOODY HALLOWE’EN, PEOPLE.  I’m at work on a hallowe’en special for this comic, but it will likely be rather late . . . Unfortunately. Too much to blummen’ do, really.  Will try to get a move on with that at rabbitish speed, I promise.  In the meantime, something well worth mentioning . . .

Many thanks to Meg over at ‘Godsend’ for linking me!  You lot, check this out!   http://www.godsend.shatterlands.com/

Her mastery of the manly form and facial expressions, as well as having mastered solid, clean linework, complete with masterfully balanced lights and darks means that Meg, you are a MASTER (or is it Mistress?).  You’re acestuff, and thank you, again!

So, RIGHT. Who threw a smashing hallowe’en party? CARLEA AND I THREW A SMASHING HALLOWE’EN PARTY . . . althoughadmittedlyCarleagetsmostofthecredit.  Oh, where to start?  There were decorations beyond belief! There were costumes!  There was music! There was food! .  . . Oh sweet, sticky Lord, there was FOOD.  We made graveyard cupcakes with Milano cookie headstones.  Carlea made little white meringues that looked like ghosts.  I made pumpkin cheesecake.  There was cider and maraschino cherry punch with a frozen ice-hand coming out (and if a few of the ice-fingers became casualties in the process, I chalk it up to the creepy factor, meself). We played games, painted pumpkins and bobbed for apples, not in that order . . . And I can now testify that apple-bobbing ought to be an olympic sport.  That shit is bloody DIFFICULT . . . Kudos (medals?) to those who managed it!  Thank you to everyone, who came!  Particularly to Sully and Morgan who braved a heck of a drive to get here, and boldly led the charge in the bobbing of the apples!  It was fab to see you both, and thanks for coming out!  Ditto to my dear coworker, April!  And to any of Carlea’s friends who may be reading, thank you so much for coming!  It was positively darling to meet all of ye ^_^

Carlea and I were discussing the sad absence of Hallowe’en outside of the US, and although I cleave proudly, stubbornly (occasionally embarrassingly) to my heritage, I will READILY AND VOLUNTARILY admit that all of my non-Yank mates are MISSING the fuck OUT.  That is all ^_^

Ugh, I’m an utter tit and slept through my alarm, ughughugh . . . ::runs out to car with Pop Tart in mouth::

In the words of General Melchett, “Yes, when all else fails, a total, pig-headed unwillingness to look facts in the face will see us through.”

. . . As to the previous update, things looked up, turned round and did aerial cartwheels, suffice it to say.  It’s amazing how a day can change on the turn of a coin.  Also, speaking of the last update, my mum commented . . . How bloody cute is that?  Thanks mum, and all my love!  Now, the whole internet world knows you’re a giant hippie

This week-end was a good one.  Carlea came round and we made preparations for our upcoming Hallowe’en party.  I painted black cats on lampshades and she made colourful paper chains, and we both made fanciful bottle labels afterward . . . Quite assuredly, we are huge nerds, we love hallowe’en and October has been every bit as marvelous as I’d hoped . . . Whilst September was horrendously grey and depressing, this month has been crisp and autumny and . . .  like a breath of fresh air.  Crisp, autumny fresh air.  Delicious and crunchy.

Also, I can’t end this update without a shoutout to the lovely Miss Sonneblume!  Happy Anni, mein K.!  SO MUCH LOVE, UNGH, it’s spilling over and I don’t have time to mop it up!  Now, see what you’ve done? ^_-

Time to go to work.  CHEERIO, PEOPLE.

. . . And so have I.  I have only been working retail for about a month and already, I feel I’ve aged a decade.

SO YES.  I AM TOO BLOODY TIRED FOR ANYTHING.  A. NY. THING.

Suffice it to say, the show was glorious, K. was glorious, the week-end was glorious.

Today was not glorious.  It was horrendous and busy and mad and sanity-siphoning.  And a customer quite actually farted on me.  The end.

Please do not attempt to tell me that you did not see this coming.  One reference to farting.  I am allowed ONE reference to farting.

So, at last I have internet, hurree-hurrah.  Oh, it is sweet to be back.  Although . . . I am offically the owner of the world’s most . . . toffulous cat.  Yes, that’s a word born of necessity, for he is an utter toff and he is ridiculous.  When I came home, my Ru jumped up into my arms, hugged me round the neck and licked me as a dog does.  A sweet gesture, really . . . Save that the place was rather smelly and I have things that want tending to.  It is very difficult to clean a toilet when your cat decides that he is also a necklace.  A necklace with a licking function which has no disable option.

. . . Damn, this Indian food is good.  I think it’s curry . . . It’s vegetables in a spicy sauce of some sort.  It’s good.  Really damn good.

Hrm, I need to do a great deal of cleaning.  This place has gone without a good going-over, for far too long.  There are bits of it that are actually disgusting.  I’ve already tackled the sink.  No longer are dishes heaping out of it in a Vesuviusal manner.  The cat closet and area was a day in and of itself and I shan’t go into gruesome (and I mean that) detail.  Disinfectant played the starring role in that saga . . . Still need to corral all of the clutter and suss-sort this mountain of papers . . .

. . . I have jury duty in a month.  How tragic is that?  But this curry whatsit is so damn good.  Are those beige chunks potatoes?!  Be still, mine heart . . .

Will have to start looking for a new job soon.  My temporary position’s donewith in a few weeks.  Wish me the best of luck, won’t you?  It’s going to be SUCH FUN.  Very nearly as enjoyable as trying to see the damn bloody Magic Eye Picture that won’t fucking cooperate and appear before my eyes already, as if they’re SO VERY UNMAGICAL!

. . . Okay, this is getting dangerous.  I’ve gone and put a piece of Naan on my plate and the whole job is just . . . UNNFFF.  I might need to get a room with this stuff . . .