...damn I wish this bad mood would bugger off. I have no use for it right now. =_=;;;

You know, there's a certain weird fatalistic pleasure in looking at a gigantic half-finished project and knowing you really want to get it done, and by god, you will have it in finished and presentable shape if it kills you.

Here's to having that costume done by Katsucon, and TR10 done by Valentine's Day.

Just watched the State of the Union Address whilst I worked on my costume. Only two observations:

One. It's noo clee ur, NOT noo kyoo lur.

Two. What the fuck does he mean, "or otherwise dealt with"?!

...I bought a skirt on Saturday. It's tiny and short and pleated and when I wear it with my fishnet tights, I look like a gigantic mutant Hokuto.

I could get to like that look. ^_^

(And yes, I know I owe some people smut and non-smut-beta. You and you, keep your eyes on your inboxes.)

Oh, and Shoi? For some odd reason, I don't know why, when I went back and looked at that "Heed me, boy" image?

I pictured Subaru, in the next panel, standing by the Shinken singing "You better wise up, Janet Weiss!"

To paraphrase RHPS: My brain. I can't move my braaaain. @_@

There was an anti-abortion protest--the kind with gigantic, graphic, WE WILL WE WILL GUILT YOU posters--in the building next door to Granddad's when I left work.

The protesters were mostly skinny punk-looking teenagers who were harassing passersby. And I do mean harassing--following people a ways down the street and yelling at them--which was pretty much every bit as offensive as the posters. It took a lot of willpower to not cross the street and kick some snivelling fundamentalist pro-lifer ass. But, as Rav told me later, "Better not to mess with angry Christians. They don't wash out so well."

In other news, I have burning marrow-deep need to go see "Chicago" again. Catherine Zeta-Jones.... *_______*

"Stay", Lisa Loeb.
"So Unsexy", Alanis Morrisette.
"Paint It Black", Rolling Stones (Gob cover).
"Babylon", David Grey.
"A Thousand Miles", Vanessa Carlton.
"All For Leyna", Billy Joel.
"Lisa", Cat Stevens.
"I Know You", Henry Rollins and Rob D.
"More Than A Mystery", Richard Marx.
"That Thing You Do", the Wonders.
"One Fine Day", the Chiffons.
"Want Me", Red Delicious.
"Yes It Is", the Beatles.
"You Don't See Me", Josie and the Pussycats.
"Barely Breathing", Duncan Sheik.

Okay, so, my Interesting Thing for the week.

So apparently Way Back When, my grandfather sort-of-befriended a Japanese colonel, who's sent him Christmas cards very faithfully since they met (which, I think, may have been the 1950s). In 1972, Granddad was apparently on his way to Vietnam and his plane had to stop in Hokkaido--and he met up with his old friend, who was, by now, a lieutenant general.
Said lieutenant general gave him two very beautiful sake cups (the little flat-dish-type, those ones that look like slightly flattened bowls). One is gold and the other's silver, and they both have this really gorgeous crest stamped on the bottom--a dove and a rising sun inside a sakura blossom.
As you might have guessed from the description, I'm now the owner of the cups. And I decided to ask Granddad about the man who gave them to him, and it turns out Granddad had his address.
So yesterday I went out with my mom and used some Christmas money to buy a whole lot of handmade paper and envelopes, and new fountain pens, and today I acquired the guy's name and address.
The letter will, hopefully, go in the mail tomorrow. I just hope he doesn't think I'm a loony.