Hi!



( About me )

For the cut-phobic/TL;DR crowd: I love history, art, mythology, picspams, and new friends.

So, I make icons.
Sometimes, I use textures and the like that someone else made.
I haven't actually used everything I downloaded from these people, yet.
But still: Acknowledged here. :p

Textures/Gradients:
dearest
colorfilter
secretly__dying
dj43

Brushes:
th_designs/gothika-brush
pyro_icons - Specifically, two brushes (an eye and lips) that I like using.
lovemelikemusic
100x100_brushes
Forbidden Fire

Images:
Kristen Bell Online
KBO
Silent Beauty (Sarah Michelle Gellar)
Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I copy-pasted this from 2012ad's journal. Here's the way I see it: All these people will boycott LJ for a day or do something equally pointless; why not take a minute to do something that proves you're a good human being?

Apparently, an "artist" named Guillermo Vargas recently tied a stray dog up as a display in a gallery and starved him to death as a "statement" on the state of the world.

Click here to read the full story.

( For image and details, click here. )
Animal cruelty isn't art. :\ I know I have good-hearted people on my list, so I'll repost this link again for the people who aren't inclined to click the cut: Click here to sign the petition and at least build up some karma, damn it.

I've been holding on to a lot of these for a while. I also finally located the painter of the muse I iconned! Csaba Markus (Maybe we could keep the iconning a secret. :p It's over a thousand for a print. :\)

( Scenic icons behind the cut. )

Dear assorted strangers on various messengers,

1. I'm not going to send you a picture.
2. No, I'm not "looking for a little fun," especially if you think I have a boyfriend. You messaged me, asshole. If I were the one looking for fun, it would have been the other way, no?
3. Everything you could tell me? I don't give a shit. "My girlfriend's a satanist." Don't care. "I have a big dick." Don't care. "I'm looking for a BDSM mistress." Have you tried a special message board? Also, DON'T CARE. "I like to cross dress. Let's talk about makeup! You can ask me anything!" Picture, please. Oh, you don't have one? Don't care, then.
5. You're 36. Why are you sniffing around a 22 year old?

You are STRANGERS. If I knew you for longer than three minutes, I'd be much more likely to give a shit. But, I don't. Learn proper 'netiquette, damn it.

So, we're all familiar with the Mary Sue trend. That gorgeous, brilliant, multi-talented, universally loved creature whose eyes sparkle like diamonds. But there's a trend that's just as annoying: The Anti-Mary Sue.

The Anti-Mary Sue is a radically different creature. She's universally despised, usually unattractive and has nothing redeemable about herself. At all. She has no friends, she's not really smart, and has no discernible talent.

And she's just as bad as Mary Sue. Congratulations, you've created another type! While you're defending your OC because she sucks as a human being, remember that.

Everyone has one thing they're good at, some form of smarts, and has at least one person they don't offend by existing.

My reaction as I read Deathly Hallows?

SRGIHWIFJSDGHIOEW!?!?

Harry Potter kicked ass and we dressed up. I was Molly Weasley, naturally. It was kind of exciting, how many people knew who I was supposed to be. I was all, wheeeeeeee!

Anyway, I got a new tat. It's the mark of Artemis (and Dark-Hunters in the series I've become obsessed with).


There are variations, and I love the way it turned out. Jess is my favorite tattoo artist ever!

I think Mother Nature is trying to kill me with these cramps.

From the Wikipedia article on Ben Lee The Ataris criticize Ben Lee in a song of the same name, citing his music being "pretentious noise" and that he was lucky that he knew the Beastie Boys.

The only reason I know who The Ataris is, is because of the (awful) cover of Don Henley's Boys of Summer.

I haven't had the hate-hate relationship with VM that so many people have had lately, so I'm conflicted.

( Spoilers from last night. )

One set of answers:

I took the "The Nine Muses" quiz on gURL.com
		My muse is... Calliope Calliope is the patron goddess of epic poetry. She is often depicted holding a writing tablet and wearing a golden crown, for she is the oldest of the muses and their leader. Her name means "The Fair Voiced," but Calliope inspires eloquence in writing. Read more... Who is your muse?

Other set (I got a bonus question, because the muses for comedy, astonomy, and history were fighting it out. :p):

I took the "The Nine Muses" quiz on gURL.com
		My muse is... Urania Urania is the patron goddess of astronomy. Her name means "Heavenly" because she keeps her sights on the stars. Often depicted with a globe, Urania can elevate her followers to great fame. Read more... Who is your muse?

Do you ever look back at old friendships and think, "Damn, I miss that."? You spend time thinking about the good times and that awesome first stage of friendship, and think that maybe you should call or email that old friend. Then you realize that the final stages of the friendship sucked, and that a reunion wouldn't work. You know yourself too well this time around.

txt msg post yay?

Also, this makes me really happy.

If you have to bash characters to make a pairing work, you probably should just give up.
Turning Xander into an OOC asshole/rapist/moron isn't going to make your Buffy/Spike or Buffy/Angel fic work. I'm sorry to have to break that news to you.

Xander is not a major obstacle. On the show, when did he ever go out of his way to make her not date someone? He may not have *liked* it, but he didn't try to make her choose between him and Angel/Spike. So yeah, stop it. Stop it right now.

Xander thanks you for your time. He also says you kind of suck if your pairing is CANON and you have to resort to name-calling and dragging his reputation through the mud.

Oh, how I miss Buffy.


( Picspam, ahoy! )

Anyway, I have been sick for over a week now, but I'm starting to feel better. Which is good.

But I hurt myself at work yesterday, which is bad.

I was watching self-check when a woman came over and asked if I had scissors (which I did) and if I could cut the security tag off of a pair of sunglasses she bought. So, being helpful, I did. Somehow, my sleep-deprived and cold-fogged mind managed to not notice that the scissors met my left hand, and I cut a 'V' into my middle finger at the same time the tag snipped off. The woman did apologize when she realized what happened, but I told her it wasn't her fault, and it probably would've happened anyway, as clumsy as I am. Even though it was kind of deep and bleeding, the pain didn't beat the shock down until I told a CSM that I'd cut myself and asked if she could pull someone to watch S-C and repeated it a second time. The second time was when the pain kicked in and I started crying.

The water burned, and I realized I'd definitely need something more to clean it. After grabbing some clean paper towels, I made my way to the service desk and first aid kit. To make a long story shorter, I ended up in the bathroom with two associates who are also EMTs, a cashier (the one who gives me knowing looks when I talk to Sean) with medical training, another cashier holding my hand, and various others coming to check on me during the 30 minute time frame when they cleaned the wound for me and joked to make me laugh and stop crying. Like how it'd be a good time for me to be on express. "The sign says 'Ten items or less' *Holds up hand, thus subtly flipping them off with the bandaged finger*"

Aside from wanting to share the fact that I ended up injured, I also wanted to say that this is a big part of why I like working there. Even if the managers are stupid sometimes, and policies are stupider, and there are negative opinions in articles and books, the people I work with do care. Several woman came through and asked what happened (another surprising case of customer concern), and at one point, the knowing-look-cashier made the comment "This is how we take care of our own." With at least four people at any given time offering comfort and cleaning wounds.