i. The three "middle days" of my week are crap, but with Mondays and Fridays off... why, yes I do have four days weekends. Thank you, Concordia University. (P.S. Where's my fucking coursepack? Test in two weeks. Coursepack, bitches. Coursepack! *throws things at bookstore* It's still not in.)

ii. Went to the dentist today, got drilled, got a chipped tooth fixed (that I didn't even know was chipped until they told me), and I was injected with so much novocaine that I was numb all the way up to my right eye until maybe fifteen minutes ago. (That tooth was apparently pretty sensitive. The desntist hit raw nerves twice, letting loose this crazy torrent of cold electrical pain that shot straight to my temporal lobe. Oh. Ehm. Gee. Did that ever hurt.)

iii. I'm trying to level off my play/work fields at the moment. Got a contract deadline coming up, another (smaller) contract to pay some bills in the interim, and homework. I've pretty much been reduced to skimming my flist for the next few days, so if I'm not commenting, my apologies, I'm just trying to get back into the rhythm so the slack can be balanced with the productive stuff. (And in this vein I realize that, "Oh shit, I have portfolio updates to take care of too.") Everything fandom-related has been shunted to the side temporarily to accomodate real life, though I am angling for a couple of hours to read and edit some X-Men stuff tonight. I did write a bit this weekend, the first of two original pieces that are to be submitted to Tears of the Phoenix Anthologies in November (Ferrymen's Union). It's somewhere around the 1,200 mark, but I'm aiming for under 3,000. (In an ideal world, both submissions would be rounded off at 1,500 words, but I'm not known for being to-the-point enough to pull that off.) Ferrymen's Union takes place at St. Louis One, at an inteterminate date (though it's suggested that it's recently after Katrina, as the city's still feeling the immediate devestation.) It's a very simple conversation between two creatures that is intended to remind the reader of the city's immortality. The second story is still in its nebulous stages, though it will be a ghost story, as far as I can tell. I'm just going to go into it blindly and see where I end up.

iv. May I present to you, my darling, Emil Lapin... (The headless pic, for emma2403):





v. Lastly, because there needs to be mention made of Merch on a Monday: Two things...

One: Super Bad Soap rocks. (I love the black lace packaging. I love the 'bad girls gone wild' theme. I love the colours and the fact that the bars are egg-shaped. I hate that I can't get any of the atomizers because I live in Canada. *frowl* That's fine. They have body powders. *sniffs* "Serpents in the City"? Dude, I mean, come on... I'm such a sucker for that kind of thing... Like you'd even need to ask.)

Two: So much love for Jasmine Backett-Griffith. I'm still ding the "Ohmigosh I want that and that and that and that and that!" I've decided to limit myself to three small prints and one whopping big one. (That's about all I can fit on my wall if I frame them.) The question is... which? ;)