Ah, I have a tablet which I don't use enough. So I did this. It has no real function...I just did it. Sketch-practice...ur...you should watch LoadingReadyRun.

( Sketchy Productiveness )

TO CLASS...

Mondays are odd.

It's the simple things in life that matter. Like having a nice chat with someone over the phone. Or enjoying a mocha peanut butter shake. Or watching a movie straight through without having to get up once.

I'd go into how the Internet is too finicky at times to leave a sincerely nice afterglow, but that would ruin the moment. I think I need more movie nights.

Speaking of which, I shall quickly review two I've rented in the last few days:

( The Fox and the Child )

( Coraline )

And before all that, called some fellow from a podcast called "Nobody's Listening." Heck, I like the opportunity to call people I only know from ambiguous connections of the Internet. Makes them seem somewhat more real. It's like leaping off a cliff into the unknowns. The falling is when the phone is ringing. The plunge is when a real person answers the other side.

NaNoWriMo
Unless I have amazing bout of inspiration tomorrow (which shall hopefully be used in making a good mockup for my final portfolio) I think this NaNoWriMo is dead before its fully passed the gate. I could always switch the story at the last second...but being behind by 5,000 words is a bit much to overcome. And I have lots to do...but I really want to write something...

You know. I'll see what I can do this Friday and Saturday. I might be able to figure out something. On certain Saturday mornings, I've been known to knock up the word count by 5,000 words.

The Job
I got the job that I interviewed for. Oddly enough, it seems that they were looking for someone who had a cheerful and upbeat personality, who was willing to work with others and so forth. It seems really surreal that I got the job actually. I was fully expecting to be plodding around clueless for a semester while I waited for grad school next fall...which I was not looking forward to.

The job itself is "Technology Assistant" and while it doesn't sound like my dream job...
A) I don't even know what my dream job is
B) Sounds like something fitted for my college learnings in Scientific and Technical Communications.
C) IT'S A JOB

Hopefully I'll be pleasantly surprised in the long run. I'm nervous a bit, because...well... it's a job. And I've had jobs before... but this is a full-time job job.

So, I'll be moving away from my middle-of-nowhere city to the middle-of-nowhere Wyoming. Except its a lot closer to a big city and in driving distance from California.

Graduation
Well, I guess that all that's left is to get the best grades I can in school and tie up all the loose ends to graduation. Which means I need to hunker down and get all projects done within a month. Which means, I hope, that you won't be seeing me around for a bit. Really. Sure, I might pop up on chats a bit. Perhaps a few pieces of art, perhaps some Twitters, but really...I need to hunker down. I'm at that point of "Holy Badgers...THE END IS NIGH! BACK TO THE DEPTHS WITH YE FOWL INTERWEB BEAST!"

I say this after wasting WAY TOO LONG today clicking without doing anything productive. Don't worry. There's really nothing much due tomorrow. You see, this semester is actually not that bad. Just seems bad at times because of my procrastination. ARGH.

Other

Oh...and would peeps be interested in a Christmas card? I ought to start drawing one now.

And isn't that Reading Badger by kyrahlynn in my av awesome?

Well, I best go off to the library and work on projects.

"Why do you need to do that? Couldn't you just stay at home and work on stuff?"

Ur...yes, but I think there's less distractions in the library.

"Dude, you bring your laptop. THERE'S JUST AS MANY DISTRACTIONS."

That might be true, but the atmosphere promotes productiveness. Anyway, I need to write some papers and such that are due on Tuesday.

"Why not do it on Monday?"

Because...it's Monday. This is Sunday.

"But you have the entire afternoon on Monday to work on stuff."

Yeah, but that's a shorter period of time that you might expect. Anyway, I have a tasklist of stuff I want to complete today so...

"Perhaps NaNoWriMo?"

If I have time, yeah, but first...

"Come on, you know you want to."

Maybe but I...

"How about just watch a few videos on YouTube, sketch a little bit, and have a nice quiet Sunday at home reading? Sounds like the proper way to enjoy a Sunday."

If I'd actually done this stuff on Saturday but...

"Sunday is the new Saturday, dude. In fact, look at what you're doing now. Just think of how nice it is to chat with me for a little while."

...

"Come on...come forth...just sit back and relax and..."

*bonk* What have I told you about chatting with procrastination! GET TO THE LIBRARY WITH YE!

Thanks, Ronts. *flees*

Alas, this is Saturday, and before I get to actually working on stuff (HA!) here is a meme taken from kyrahlynn, errant_evermore orangejulies, bootheel, julian_wilbury, nqn, and oly_rrr (bandwagon anyone?) I am most definately going to be asking random questions to these peeps (good excuse for procrastination! w00t!) and which ever other of these meme's I stumble upon.

"I figured if people were curious enough about my brain babies this could prove enlightening. It also helps develop characters and stories for myself. Don't be afraid to ask about something that bothers you either, like what the heck rewairs are, what is with those swarmy things, or even what my whole "pants" deal is. I will answer honestly because there is usually a reason behind everything I draw/write.

Ask me either a broad question (i.e 'what is the meaning behind this picture?', 'who is your cruelest character?', 'what story is this character from?', 'what is the worst/best thing that happens in your story?') or a specific question/request ('what does ___ come from?', 'why is ___ like that?') and I will answer you. Or you can ask meta- questions like 'what was the inspiration for creating ____?'"

Links for Reference:
devART gallery (the ArtSlam Pieces are good for the more obscure characters.)
Writing Journal - "Loose Ferrets"

Another one of those quiet days where I consider that I ought to be doing something and yet it seems like the only thing I really want to do is sit in a corner and read or draw or write for a bit. I am trying to finish up Under the Bed before November comes. I think I shall try to tie it up by means of working on a few pages each day.

Who knows, perhaps I'll surprise myself by actually finishing it tonight...

There is various bothersome things that I need to be doing this next week:

( Lo How Fall I Have Fallen Off The Productive Train )

There are other things...I'm certain I shall remember later. So Sunday is Sunday. Mmm...thought I would have something more profound to say. Off to more important things. I'm going to call my Farmer Grandma and wish her happy birthday.

P.S. Do I know anyone in Duluth that I don't know of?

Fine Saturday so far. Still gloomy, but getting out and about. Another mascot endeavor. Bowling with families. How did I do? Let's just say I would suck in a game of Klingons vs. Furries. '

w00t! Reduced Shakespeare Company tonight!

Well, since I'm actually being productive today...shall try this meme...stolen from various...but conceived by deadvole

Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.

Good 'gates I am not going on the Internet tomorrow for anything non-college related. And if I do, blast if I don't just limit it to an hour. Sure, the school year is quiet so far but that is no excuse for this amount of generally no will power when it comes to web use.

That being said, when I let myself on (if at all) tomorrow, this meme caught my eye on orangejulies and errant_evermore journals.

You are an amazing soul of contradictions, you know that?

I prefer enigma.

Ask me my Top Five [Whatevers]. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! Anything goes. I'll post my answers in a new post (either later tonight or tomorrow). You can ask for more than one Top Five list if you want. I ain't picky.

Really cannot begin to go over what happened this last weekend. The basics were that I went on an adventure to ArtStreet to the south and hung out with kyrahlynn in all matter of activities.

The other bit is about hitting the deer just an hour from home on the way back.

The problem lies that I'm altogether too sleepy to dicuss either in detail at the moment. But, I'll get the needed information out of the way.

A) The trip was totally made of win. :3

B) I'm fine. The driver's side of the car is whacked from where the deer literally ran into it so now I can't open the door. Got home safety and the car is drivable. The deer died instantly, I'm pretty certain. Parents were cool about it.

But that's all I have the energy for for now. More juicy details laaaaater.

Ah, the fate of having a 5 am job. It isn't so much the early morn that is bothersome, but rather the "always feeling tired" bit because I'm not good at going to bed early. So I wonder if a longer nap in the afternoon would equalize this problem...or if it would just mess with me even more. Does anyone know how to stay up later and sneak in those hours of sleep elsewhere? Or should I just drag myself to bed at 9ish?

I debate the logic of posting this here. Sounds like something for a psychology or sleep problems forum... I miss morns when I can wake up naturally at 7 to 8.

*whistles* I ought to say something about not updating my LJ...mmm...nah.

I love how you spin phrases like that.

Really?

No.

Ah, well. Getting familiar with bachelor life and finding it oddly over-rated, if only for the fact that I'm just as productive as before. My mind at times makes these grandeous plans and scenery of what shall happen if a certain situation changes and that I'll make it work for the better to grand goals and adventures and buying a ferret as a pet.

Yeeeeeeeeah. Keep telling yourself that. I'm waiting for your sister's fish to die.

I hope that's not related to that Jack Aubrey Cookbook I saw you reading yesterday.

I can neither confirm nor deny.

Work is going well as you would expect. Janitorial is job that's a job that gets ye some money. Early morns, but also out by two. I evens out in the end.

And requires me to use the toaster to find creative ways to wake him up.

Not cool dude to rise to the smell of burning flesh. The nuttiness corrupted my nostrils.

The squirrel's tail was asking for it. I'm moving to the blender and bats tomarrow.

Anyhoo, I have grand adventures planned for at least three weekends in the next two months. Two of them being the first long road trips that I've ever taken alone. It shall require podcasts and musical interludes. Any recommendations welcome on either front.

Speaking of podcasts, Canon Mole Interludes keeps going forth. I think I shall make a habit of it and try and form a format for a writing/creative podcast based on the webzine w/ random interludes. I'll see how that works out...I need to do some research.

Instead of your method of poking a recording for ten minutes, yelling, then saying "I SHALL FEED IT TO THE BADGERS," proceeding to upload it half-baked. Why are you calling your audience badgers anyway?

It's a compliment. Also, need to get myself a studying for GRE and figure out what the heck my plans for After-College are. Jeeze. I should have delayed and switched majors or somethin'. I'm getting through this college thing quite fast. This is only complicated because my true interests seem to skitter for cover whenever I attempt to consider them.

I think a muse sucker is necessary.

A vaccum?

No, a lollypop. Cherry flavored.

Oooooh, that could help with my writing too...which is deplorable these days.

Only because you refuse to show it to anyone, fuzzbucket.

Truuuue...ah, breaks already over...I think this was a productive way to spend it.

Yep. Chattin' with a rusty character of questionable age.

Are you hinting towards your b'day that was...urm...August 7th...oooooh. Yer gonna hurt me soon, aren't you?

You'll never know until you know.

And I know I've read stuff like this from writers and artists tones of times...but its nice to have a retread. I need to improooove. So writers, read that you're not along in the struggle to have time.

Who's Mur?

'gates if I know. I just heard her pie stories on Drabblecast that one time...ooo, Drabblecast...

Alas, the family has went forth and made it to their destination safely. The house is too quiet, but this was expected. I'm gonna miss the steady action of events happening at all times. *sighs* I need to make plans and set myself into a schedule of some sort, perhaps go to His House again, though I keep managing to burn those bridges. XP They're a nice group and I keep forgetting...

Work is as odd as usual. Those hours are odd...must stop muttering about them. ^^

But the highlight of the day was going to see District 9. Which was, in a word, sobloodycoolnawesome. ( Vague Spoilers Within )

Home.

G'noight.

I mean, really, does anything more need to be said?

(No, not back yet.)

Tis a crossover post from my flash fictions from looseferrets. Sure, this could be just a normal entry, but what would be the fun in that? (Considering the circumstances...also could have fun with Zippy, my electrical rewair...perhaps this evening...)

O O O

Bathroom cleaning. Not exactly the most exiting of summer jobs. When this task is told, people shirk away and verbally pat my back as if I am in some quagmire of despair. Actually, my former job, telemarketing to get the college money, caused a little more horrified awe than this one, so perhaps I'm in better realms.

I don't find the job bad so far. Despite micromanaging and waking at 5 every morn, as long as I'm kept busy, the time goes fast and I slip through, the sounds of my odd song mixes and podcasts running through my head (briefly drowned out by the flushing of toilets).

The actual cleaning consists of making the room into a winter wonderland of white suds, scrubbing like mad, and then spraying off every surface with splattering effects. Nothing to it really. And safety percausions are taken. I hand wipe the area over the sink's florescent lights and tape over the plug (which has a safety switch anyway).

What I didn't take into account for some strange reason was the light switch. Nothing had been told to me about the thing. I generally avoided it when scrubbing and spraying down walls, and after ten floors, didn't pay attention to it. Yet, on the twenty-second bathroom, something was different.

A swirl of smoke was swirling up from the light switch as I was finishing up spraying. I found that strange. Sure, the hot water from the hose gave off steam, but not usually like that, and it seemed to literially be flowing from behind the switch. I look a closer look. I saw a flickering glow just below the switch.

There I was, in rubber books, rubber glove, holding a dripping hose and standing in a few inches of water, thinking that was Not A Good Thing. So I switched it off, plunging the bathroom into darkness. The smoldering glow persisted, I realized it looked like red hot metal in there...

POP. In a sudden snap of sparks and burning wire, the light switch a lit in a blinding electrical flash. I, predictably, yelled, opened the door and leaped out of the bathroom. I think it says a little of my nature that the words I yelled were the less traditional "Holy Schnike!"

The rest from there was just me babbling at the building's electrician and it being fixed within an hour. Apparently (and obviously) water had gotten into the switch, which than burst and then blew the bathroom's fuse. Yes, it was my brush with danger today, and I am still here to present it to you. So beware of light switches during water gun fights...and keep out of college bathrooms in the engineering sector. Trust me.

EDIT: Plus, the hose literally burst all over my back. I thought it was an evil grad student throwing a water balloon.

Tis Saturday, and as I look back on memes I haven't completed yet. I'm opening myself up to another meme (icon meme delay be danged!). Stolen from ozymandiusjones you may ask me anything about the odd tendrils of my universes which You've Never Wondered About But May Now Be Tempted to ask. I have a lot of things that I've never bother getting into because the proper segues have never arose.

Segues are weird.

Ask about anything, and I quote: "A complete list of characters. Dialect. history. what form of currency a setting uses. ALMOST ANYTHING!"

I'm still considering questions to ask others. Perpetual delay.

Procrastination.

Perpetual delay sounds softer. Here's a vague list of projects. Or anything else that comes to mind.

There's a Pride and Prejudice comic book from Marvel.

No, really. There is.
*squees*

*coughs* Sorry.

*promptly puts this on comic book list next to Guardians of the Galaxy*

EDIT - After looking at previews and reviews when coming home from work: Ow.

*continues reading Guardians of the Galaxy*

Argh. I'm not quite sure a two hour binge of Questionable Content on me lappy during my proctor job was worth it. Sure, the comic tickles part of my college funny bone and the side of me that appreciates absurd metaphors with dashes of absurd random comments, but it goes so slooooooooow. Takes me an hour to get through less than 50...I think. But it makes sense, the amount of text in an average QC strip is exponentially more verbose than five normal webcomic strips COMBINED.

Perhaps its also slow because of the rather conventional style of it. Very quiet. Nothing visually interesting...but, it's a comic about relationships and indie fans, so it does what it needs to do. Does remind me that I need to continue reading the visually stunning and quirky dialogued and wonderfully convoluted Girl Genius...

Yes...soon...and read something besides "All Creatures Great and Small" because its brilliant but good 'gates its long. It's like the longest short story complication of all time. Perhaps I'm weak and need to test another of those fluff urban fantasy reads...

What does this have to do with anything? Not sure.

Had one of those exceptionally rare hunkering-down-and-writing-the-essay-a-week-before-its-due moments tonight. It was about lab rats so it might have been cheating a little bit. But, I just need to keep on plugging. Gonna be a looooooong day on the marrow.

*reads paper* I don't think its possible to use "fuzzy" in a research paper.

It's a rough draft!

And how about this stuff about raccoons...

Urm...its a philosophy course. Dangit, I've become predictable.