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Dear Photobucket, [15 Jul 2017|07:03am]
[ mood | angry ]

So yeah. Apparently some time yesterday, photobucket decided to hold the links to all my photos hostage unless I agreed to pay them $400/year.


Yeah. No.


Don't get me wrong--I support their right to make their site make money. Had they bothered to do something as decent as emailing me, letting me know that they would no longer be providing free image linking service, and telling me what plans they were offering (and, lets me honest, if they were offering something a little more reasonable than $400/year for the tiny accounts like my own), I might have been tempted to "buy-in," so to speak. After all, I've been using the service for free since 2004. I get how nice that was.

But just changing all my images to ads for your services over night? That just pisses me off. Taking something I spent hours and hours designing and tweaking and destroying it? Now I'll never use you again. Even if you were free.



So--sorry about the broken image links. I'll be taking care of that as soon as is possible, starting with the group pages.

And photobucket? Fuck off, buddy.

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Purple Vinca [10 May 2017|10:09pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

So... this wasn't the piece that I had been planning on working on next. But Bitty took it upon herself to rip open the kit and since it seemed easier to stitch it up than to find a new bag for it, here we go:




I only wish my phone's camera didn't wash out the colors so badly. They're much more "jewel toned" in real life. And the beads add a nice sparkle--well worth the effort.


And lest you think Bitty's only contrubution was opening the package, here she is making sure my lap stays warm while I stitch:




What can I say? She has a super rough life.
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Meow! [28 Apr 2017|07:01pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

So... I'm a crazy cat lady, but I had never stitched a cat. It always seemed a little too on the nose, so to speak, like the crazy cat lady within was trying just a little too hard.

But now that's changed.

Something about this chart just called to me. It could be the green eyes. (It's probably the green eyes). Or maybe it is the fact that this beastie looks so much like two of my own little green eyed monsters: Kikumaru and Bitty.

Either way, as soon as I saw it, I just had to have it and stitch it, and tonight, I finished.

Yay!

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Stitchery-doo! [15 Mar 2017|08:35pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Okay... so I stitched this in February and then totally spaced on posting it. Go figure.

But anyway, here we go:




Its a J. Washington Irving original. No, seriously, start to finish, my design.

Yeah, I'm a little proud. *winks*

I have it hanging in my little corner at work as a reminder to, well, you know, when it gets, well, you know...

I need that.

*smiles*
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Better Angels of Our Nature - Epilogue: Justice [03 Feb 2017|03:39pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

JUNE

Yamato had always hated the muggy humidity of summer in Tokyo. Even sitting in an air-conditioned car like he was now, the sticky heat seemed almost poised to attack, barely held at bay by the falsely chilled air struggling out of the idling car’s vents. Yamato told himself that it was the humidity that had left him feeling simultaneously both light-headed and like his insides had been weighted down with hot, molten lead. Yeah. It was the humidity, not the unenviable clusterfuck that his life had become.

“You need a minute?”

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Better Angels of Our Nature, Chapter 5: Death [03 Feb 2017|03:03pm]
[ mood | nerdy ]

JUNE

“Keys, catch.” Yamato did not have time to react before the objects in question landed with a crash on the keyboard in front of him. He picked them up, shooting a scowl over his shoulder at Minamoto, the man who had thrown them.

“I’m leaving,” Minamoto offered in answer to Yamato’s ugly look, continuing, “I’ve locked the room, but I thought you might need to get back in later.”

Yamato frowned. Locked? Did that mean that everyone else had already taken off? Again?

“What time is it?” Yamato asked, unable to hide his annoyance with the other taskforce members.

Minamoto smiled, allowing Yamato a moment to enjoy his little fit of pique before answering, “About twenty after ten.” He was unable to keep from snickering at Yamato’s shock.

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As ways, this can also be read on ff.net and AO3.

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First cross stitch of 2017! [14 Jan 2017|09:12pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Started this Christmas eve and just finished it up tonight:

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Indeed. [05 Jan 2017|10:50am]
[ mood | artistic ]



Hanecdote
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How I know it's time to go to bed... [30 Dec 2016|12:48am]
[ mood | tired ]

I just asked a cat to please move his tail because, and I quote, "I'm late and it's tired."

One usually needs to imbibe various fermented beverages to become this idiotic.

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Why am I wasting time on the internets? [29 Dec 2016|09:40am]
[ mood | pissed off ]

Okay...I know full well that this falls under the category "shit you shouldn't waste your time getting upset over," but I flipping hate articles like this: Embroidery Artists Who Have Revitalized Embroidery.


It's utter bullshit.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

Embroidery has ALWAYS been an art. Cross stitch has ALWAYS been an art. Quilting and fabric piecing and applique have ALWAYS been art. Tapestry work and crewel work and candlewicking have ALWAYS been art. Just because your own head was shoved too far up your own ass to recognize that does not change that fact.

I mean, of course the stitchers mentioned in the article are artists. So is every other person who stitches, regardless of whether or not YOU like their style, subject matter or technique. Period. Full Stop.


And as to the "revitalization" bullshit... Well... Again I say, things, art, don't just pop into existence when you begin to notice them. Pieces don't suddenly become art just because they're in a style or involve a subject matter you appreciate. No. Women (and men and children, but lets be honest and admit, mostly women) have been creating this art for thousands of years. The fact that you just woke to it recently (and, perhaps most tellingly, to only this particular form and style) does not/will not change that fact.



I don't want it to seem like I don't want people writing articles about my pet passion. On the contrary, I do. I know that the more people who become aware of just how much of this, frankly, amazing art is being produced, the better. The more this art is shared, the more people it can inspire and more people that might see it and discover their own passion for it (and I say this honestly, even as someone who can admit to sometimes finding NOOBs annoying as hell). Because then it will grow even more, it will become even easier to access great tools and fibers and I will get to explore my own passion for this, my most loved of arts even further.


So yeah, I can appreciate the exposure, condescending though it might be ("Typically viewed as craft, this medium often straddles a fine line—depending on its application, it too can occupy the art realm." my ass), and still call bullshit on the idea that you get to decide when, exactly my art becomes art.


Eat me, bitch.

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Christmas Ornaments 2016 [18 Dec 2016|04:47pm]
[ mood | grateful ]

Done! And with a whole week to spare. *grins*




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La, La, La [11 Dec 2016|08:01pm]
[ mood | creative ]

Yes, more cross stitch. But I really am going to focus on that last chapter of ... the fanfic who's name I've forgotten since it has been so long since I last worked on it.


Yeah. But anyway, frostywonder needed some items for her roller derby group's craft fair and, since I needed a reason to put off confirming the resurgence of Ichijouji Ken's dark side... voila!







Some of the patterns are J. Washington Irving originals, some are pearler bead patterns filched from pinterest, some are bits and pieces of larger patterns, and most are some combination of the above.


So yeah. Writing.


Or I could go look for something else to stitch.
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Yes... More cross stitch. [01 Nov 2016|09:03pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

So I went on a cruise about a month back. My first cruise ever. Seattle WA, Astoria OR, San Francisco CA and Victoria BC. And if that wasn't cool enough, this cruise was a cross stitch cruise. Yeah that's right. A bunch of cross stitch geeks doing excursions to cross stitch themed museums and stitchery shops and taking cross stitch classes on the "sea" days.


The class I took was for a white work sampler. And I finally finished it today:






Of course it took me forever to get a chance to sit down and work on this piece because I first had to finish the one I had started before leaving for the cruise. You know... I have... rules.

But here is yesterday's finish:




Yay! Now to start on my christmas ornaments. Or, you know... finish that poor fanfic I've left hanging with one chapter to go.


Whatever. *grins*
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Better Angels of our Nature: Chapter 5 [18 Jul 2016|12:45pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Previous Chapters:
1. Prologue - The Lovers
2. The Hanged Man
3. Judgement
4. The Devil

Disclaimer: Ha! As if! Don't be ridiculous! You think I'd have written that 02 epilogue!? Please!





Better Angels of Our Nature
The Emperor





FEBRUARY

Ten Years Earlier


Ken's hand pressed gently against the top of the duffle bag hanging over his shoulder. He was unable to stop himself from smiling at Leafmon's quiet exhalations juxtaposed against Chibomon's raucous snores. Both digimon had fallen asleep shortly after leaving Koushiro's apartment, no doubt due in equal parts to the cold temperatures, their warm nest and the fact that their bellies were over-full with the usual convenience store rubbish Miyako invariably brought to all of the digidestined meetings.

"Ken?" Daisuke had been walking a few feet ahead of Ken but stopped when he realized the older boy was no longer at his heels, "I can carry them for a while," he offered, holding out a hand. But Ken only shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Daisuke asked, pausing only a second before continuing, "Is that Chibomon?" Daisuke shook his head as if he had never heard such snoring before, "Jeeze!" he teased, "How can they sleep through that?" Despite the horrified tone, Daisuke was smiling. Ken offered him a small smile in return.

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Better Angels of Our Nature: Chapter 4 [18 Jul 2016|11:22am]
[ mood | geeky ]

Previous Chapters:
1. Prologue - The Lovers
2. The Hanged Man
3. Judgement

Disclaimer: Ha! As if! Don't be ridiculous! You think I'd have written that 02 epilogue!? Please!





Better Angels of Our Nature
The Devil





JUNE


Daisuke pursed his lips as he read the text scrolling along the bottom of the muted television. It was hard to see the smallish characters from where he stood, just inside the kitchen, guarding the coffee percolating on the stove. Still, he refused to turn the volume up, not with Ken pretending to sleep in the room just down the hall.

The television flipped to commercial just as Daisuke reached over to remove the coffee from the stove's heating element, setting the tall carafe on the nearby trivet. He pulled a mug out of the overhead cabinet, adding it to the waiting tray that already contained white rice and a banana. Daisuke considered frying up an egg before shaking his head. Ken had not been willing to even consider eating eggs since that first day at the station and Daisuke was tired of throwing perfectly good food away.

The excessively perky newscaster was back on by the time Daisuke had finished pouring up the coffee. He continued reading, squinting, as he carefully stirred the single spoonful of sugar into the otherwise unadulterated cup, only to find himself suddenly overcome by an almost inexplicable anger. Daisuke threw the spoon he had been using into the sink with unwarranted force, grabbing the television remote from where it sat on the nearby counter and turning the television off, disgusted.

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You know what Google? This hurts. [11 Jun 2016|10:37pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Google just ground my feelings into the dirt with their heel, the big meanies!

For real though, here I go, searching for "wormmon plushies" as you can CLEARLY see in the the search bar.

But what results does Google bring up?

Well have a gander:


 photo koromon.jpg



That's right. Koromon!


Listen up Google, I am a 36 year old woman. If I decide I want to cover my unmade bed with a half dozen different Wormmon plushies like the slightly more than crazed Ichijouji Ken fan girl that I am, that is my god given RIGHT.


Don't be trying to push some google-head's pepto-bismol colored ball of fluff off on me and pretend you're being helpful. "Search instead for..." my ass.



Hahahahaha!

(I think the lack of my favorite 02 peeps in TRI may be starting to get to me. Maybe).
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Better Angels of our Nature: Judgement [30 May 2016|06:45am]
[ mood | geeky ]

Previous Chapters:
1. Prologue - The Lovers
2. The Hanged Man


Disclaimer: Ha! As if! Don't be ridiculous! You think I'd have written that 02 epilogue!? Please!



Better Angels of Our Nature
Judgement





Yamato rubbed his eyes, hoping, maybe even praying, that all the answers that he was certain were contained, somewhere, within the case files spread across his desk would suddenly reveal themselves. But, after countless hours spent reading and rereading, going over and over every little documented detail, Yamato knew it would never be that easy.

He picked up the latest file, pushing the others away so he could have room to focus. Ichijouji Rika. Yamato sighed. What had been the most difficult case of his short career had, recently, become that much more difficult.

Yamato tried to remember how things had even gotten to this point. If he were being honest, he could trace it back to his own father. The older man had been worried that, despite having devoted himself to music and his band through middle school and even high school, Yamato still did not have much to show for his effort.

Add to that that Yamato wasn't exactly stupid. He could understand that the odds that he and they guys would ever have anything to show for all their work, or that they'd ever have the chance to play more than the occasional party or school festival were minimal, at best.

So Yamato allowed himself to be talked into focusing on something more practical. After all, his father had made it all sound so reasonable at the time. It would be just four or five years of college. He could still practice in his spare time, sure, but he would concentrate on earning a degree that could, if nothing else, support him if, when, he decided to refocus his efforts on his dream of being a musician.

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Better Angels of our Nature: Chapter 1 [20 May 2016|02:17pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Previous Chapters:
1. Prologue




Better Angels of Our Nature
Chapter 1







Four Months Earlier

Ken stood in the entry way, unable to move, unable to talk, unable to really even think.

He was running late. He had not intended on even taking his shoes off. He had a plan. Get off the train one station early, swing by his mother's new apartment and return the cooking magazines that Daisuke had borrowed last week, go to work.

It was supposed to be so, so simple.

Because. There was a plan. He had had a plan. He would knock on her door, but he wouldn't wait for her to answer. He would just go inside and she would already be hurrying in his direction, wondering who had knocked when it wasn't even 8:30 in the morning. He would hand her the magazines, neatly arranged in the canvas tote she'd originally sent them in, tell her Daisuke was grateful, mutter something vaguely apologetic about being in a hurry and then he would leave.

No need to even take off his shoes.

But instead...

"Did you go to her?" the query jarred Ken back into the present. He looked at the plainclothes detective who had asked the question, one of two that had wedged themselves into the tiny interrogation room with him. Or, at least, they had told him it was an interrogation room. Ken had seen larger closets in downtown Tokyo apartments.

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Too Many Cats [12 May 2016|11:52pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Just a photo of a quick little finish I stitched up for the daughter of a coworker as a thanks for letting me borrow one of her DVDs. As a fellow geek, I can totally understand how nerve wrecking it can be to loan out your favorite things. *grins*


And, given that she is officially a crazy-cat-lady-in-training, I thought this was appropriate:

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The Betrayal Knows my Name... [04 May 2016|02:48am]
[ mood | enthralled ]

It's been awhile since I've sat down and mainlined a good anime. So long, in fact that, when the urge first overtook me this afternoon, I couldn't actually think of an anime that I hadn't seen that I might want to see. Truth. I've been out of circulation so long that I know longer learn about new, potentially interesting animes through the grapevine.


Hell, I don't even know where one goes to find the grapevine, anymore.


So I did what any self-respecting dork does this day and age. I googled "what's a good anime to watch" and actually found a pretty decent reddit thread that broke down "good" animes by genre. I picked out a few titles where I liked the artwork (something I've found necessary for my enjoyment of an anime) and then goggled the individual titles to further cull my list to three that looked worth while.

I may not be as in to anime as I once was, but I do still have links to all my favorite anime torrent sites (mwahahaha!) and so immediately began torrenting them, only to realize that that wasn't going to get me my new anime's any time soon.

So, on a whim, I pulled out one of the good ol'external hard drives and plugged it into the TV.

And what do you know!? Anime! (shocker). I clicked into the first folder who's title I couldn't specifically place and played episode one.

It only took me about five minutes to realize it was:


The Betrayal Knows My Name



Now, I actually have the manga. I have never gotten past book three because... lets just say it's a tad too formulaic for my tastes.

And by a tad too formulaic I mean: I get the distinct impression that someone or a group of someones sat down and focus grouped the hell out of every possible genre of anime from action and adventure to magical girl to drama to slice of life to shojo to yaoi. They then smooshed all the "favorites" into this single story before adding a good thick smear of fanservice across the top and serving it up on a silver platter in the hopes that rabid fan girls and boys would eat it up without ever realizing that they were really snarfing down garbage.

So yeah.

But, ALL THAT BEING SAID, I still watched the first 15 episodes of the anime (stopping only once partway through to also watch the first Rurouni Kenshin OVA because, yeah, I keep thinking about that one for some reason. Eventually, you just gotta scratch the itch if you want to hang on to your sanity). And (worst), I've been really enjoying it.


Maybe it's because I haven't watched anything in so long, my tastes have rusted. Maybe I'm just feeling nostalgic for anime, any anime. Maybe it was never as bad as I remembered or maybe they had to tone some of that shit down to squeeze it into only 24 episodes.

Whatever the reason, I'm actually glad I finally sat down to watch it. And yeah, I fully intend to finish it.

Someday. Maybe even Saturday.

I swear. *grins*
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