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"I can't believe you didn't think it was worth telling me that we're living inside a game," Jedao was saying.
Cheris sighed. "I didn't tell you," she said, "because you wouldn't be able to shut up about it, and it's hard being a good playtest character when someone keeps ranting." ( cut for Ninefox spoilers, I guess? )
(Dammit, I like life drawing, even if I'm too n00b to be good at it. Joe says I have been getting better since I started a few years back though.)
Pen: Pelikan M205 Aqumarine (F nib)
Ink: Diamine Eclipse
( Moving on from heads to eyes and lips? )
I haven't gotten back to Ctrl+Paint because life has been busy, but yesterday my art accountability was working on a Thing in Photoshop, mainly blocking in values.
On p. 70, near the end of a chapter on nineteenth-century knitting in Yorkshire schools, prisons, and homes, Hemingway implies that being taught to knit in school according to a curriculum is what led to holding the needles "British" style (I've always heard "English" and have no idea how Welsh, Scottish, Cornish, or indeed Manx knitters may have tended to position their hands). At home, she says, they'd probably continued the older manner of "holding needles under fists" and throwing the yarn "continental" style. Interesting, though because there aren't enough trappings of scholarly approach, I have no idea whether Hemingway was able/interested in scholarly due diligence....
She suggests that the cables aren't mirrored in ganseys because of an old fear of mirrored reflection; she describes green as the forbidden color on account of "creation/god" (p. 92), though I know it as fairy-color from medieval texts. (Or any number of other things, including Buchan's Witch Wood.) In any case, vanishingly few bird motifs on ganseys, either.
ObContemporaryRetake: Seascale and Ardmore fall into one basket; Rocquaine and Guernsey make another.
 I had this great idea about the heptarchate's founding but.
NOTE: I make no guarantees.
What *existing* characters would you like to see more stories about?
mystery POV #1 from Revenant Gun that Yoon evilly refuses to divulge
servitor POV #2 from Revenant Gun
someone else that I will mention in comments
ticky the tookie tocky
Thank you for the copy of All Systems Red, which I am really stoked about getting to read. (For the curious, my local bookstores didn't stock it.)
I have turned on anonymous comments for the moment, which are screened. If you'd like me to write you a thank-you flashfic, please feel free to leave a comment to this post. I'm probably going to turn off anonymous comments by week's end (sooner if I start having problems with spam comments).
(Who knows whether she'll even wear her cardigan---she hasn't worn the poncho that she requested and I knitted two years ago---but this pattern is loose enough to fit me, too, though the sleeves would be short. We currently wear the same storebought shirt size but with different proportions at each point. Anyway, Reason wants like burning to inherit this cardigan despite being too small for it now, and I've been bidden not to rip it back.)
I've realized that for the paired indigo-cochineal shawls, the two colorways are too similar to make the bicolor mosaic motif "pop" properly. There's a US source that sells both Hespa---though not in the colorways my mother has bought---and conventionally dyed Ístex. I've made my best guess at one skein for just the mosaic rows; the stripes that frame them can use the gifted yarn and be a bit patchy. My stash included a bit of Ístex einband already, so it was clear upon meeting the Hespa skeins that they use the same yarn base.
* A week after Irma had passed him, my father declared that all was well except for how much the media had lied to everyone to let supermarkets drive prices up for water and supplies. I informed him that he was lucky and changed the subject. His electrical power is still out, but somehow that has nothing to do with whether the radio's weather announcer lied.
#notalloctogenarians but they sure sound like five-year-olds sometimes. No doubt the contrast would be less inviting if I weren't able to compare numerous six- and seven-year-olds of my acquaintance favorably to my father, eh? I'm aware that sometimes people just never "grow up." He did; I remember. It's a blessing that he doesn't remember what he's lost and losing---that would be harder all around.
Meanwhile, the same phone chat made it clear that he's become able to sympathize with his incomplete picture of my health issues/concerns because partner has talked with him about them. Doesn't matter what I say. But I understand a bit better now how he failed to comprehend my mother's illness with Bell's palsy for two years, longer than most people suffer it, since she had no rest or help. Then they divorced, which should've happened sooner, and her life improved. That part is years and years ago, during my early twenties.
* It is difficult to use the internet to research specific remedies and palliative measures (for me) without swimming forever amidst groundless hearsay. Bring back 1997. (Not really.)
Yesterday's sketches are on the left, in Robert Oster Maroon 1789; today's are on the right, in Platinum Carbon Black. I would have liked to do more but it just wasn't happening today or yesterday.
I am maybe not having the best couple of days ever for reasons I can't yet get into (not health-related) so reassuring comments (not on the art, necessarily, just life in general) and links to cute things would be much appreciated.
There would be something beautiful and healing about this except...this is Louisiana. This entire lake is STANDING STAGNANT WATER. In other words, a perfect breeding ground for mosquitoes. I don't think it was an accident that the entire lake/park was deserted and I was the only one walking around during prime bugs-chow-down-on-humans hour...
- Relearned how to do layer masks, which are a thing I have to look up every damn time.
- Did some sketching for a Thing.
On another hand, I agree with this stranger, who seems to have a stronger basis than I for similar views: the whole undertaking in which Lilian uncovers her father's past by talking with random Chinese people to whom she is introduced hopscotch-wise is a crock. ( Read more... )
Unlike the linked reviewer, I like father Gary's unsympathetic nature, one of the few things that gels for me here. War and spying are hard. Books need antiheroes sometimes.
Unrelatedly, in the department of flamewars waiting to happen, the Dragon is reading X-Men but can't tell whether they're DC or Marvel...
Waterman 52V wet noodle, Diamine Eclipse.
Continuing basic face and eye practice. Next up will be reading the two pages of pointers on drawing the eye (eyebrows, eyelashes).
Ctrl+Paint du jour:
- Blending Paint (did worksheet)
- Temp Layers
- Faster Layer Shortcut Keys (now I know how to record Photoshop actions!)
- Brush Technique: Blending
- Blending Practice (worked on worksheet, not done with it)
Eh, I need to work on actualfax symmetry and this is something that will only come with practice and development of hand-eye. Also, I totally do not understand hair--I'm roughing things out based on eyeballing some of the example sketches in Jack Hamm's book but this book is also ©1963. Fortunately somewhere later in this book, if I make it that far, is a section on how to draw hair...
Drawn with a Waterman 52V wet noodle. Ink: Diamine Eclipse.
Today was mostly a loss not because it was a bad day but because my sleep was unavoidably wrecked. Such is life! On the bright side, my cat loves me. :3
(Is "Frau" used by age at present, or is it reserved for married women? It's moved at least once within my lifetime.)
Status: looks like ___Sand's half-knitted collar will amount to a skein and a half (50g skeins), and then there'll be icord without end, amen. Pi shawl has resumed forward motion after the heat has let up a bit, though it's still 30 C = 86 F in my house right now, after sunset.
My mother has returned from her travels with some lovely einband yarn dyed with cochineal and indigo. Now I seem to be on the hook for not one Herbarium shawl but three, and Reason and my mother can be purple-pink twinsies next year 8-| while I retain my plan of off-white x pale sage. (The first of the pair has become the new office project, since two Tidblads at once is boring.) Cochineal á íslensku is kaktuslús koshinelle, according to the yarn label, jartulitað: cactus-louse cochineal, earth-dyed? Not sure about jartu-.
I have bipolar disorder, and when I'm depressed it's hard to get out of bed. It's very easy to beat myself up for the days when I don't get a lick of writing done. I can write when depressed. I can usually eke out even 250 words just to have something down, and I won't lie that getting something down makes me feel better in the way that doing the dishes makes me feel better: because I have this thing where I have to be doing something useful or I'm worthless. That's not exactly a mentally healthy place to be and I rather disrecommend it.
It is okay to have off days. To have days where there are things more important than getting the words down. To have days where you just have some tea (or beverage of choice) and be kind to yourself and pet the cat.
Writing can frequently be miserable and neurosis-inducing. Or anyway I often find it so, mainly because it's hard work and I'm already walking around with mental illness. It's hard not to feel that everything has to be brilliant or it's worthless, that I'll never catch up with people who write more than my plodding 2,000 words/day (which I don't even make some days).
But the truth is that writing shouldn't be punishment, and that it's healthy to do things that are not-writing because they make you happy. I can't remember what writer gave this advice but she said to schedule your social activities first, then your writing, because the social activities would keep you grounded and happy--modulo whatever level of introversion you have, I guess. I'm fairly introverted but I do like a certain minimum of getting out of the house and doing things that aren't writing, just because.
Seriously, be kind to yourself. You're the only yourself you have. Writing can happen after.
Watch as I continue to struggle with wavy hair. :p I think tomorrow I may see what's next--I think it's drawing basic eyes, which should be fun.
(I know it's beginner stuff but one has to start somewhere?)
After the Dragon goes to bed I'm going to snatch the tablet and work through the next couple Ctrl+Paint tutorials. :D
Ctrl+Paint du jour:
- Brush and Eraser
(most of this is review but some of the keyboard/mouse shortcuts are things that are useful to refresh and some are just new to me because I am still a Photoshop n00b)
I used to have a lovely set of expensive artist-grade pastels but flood. One of the reasons I don't buy art supplies anymore? It feels like I spent so much money only to never get to use everything. :( Still, I have Photoshop and a tablet and two wet noodle fountain pens, so hey! :3