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Dec. 14th, 2004 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lissa_quonOk, so I didn't get to bake cookies and we just barely got the tree set up today. But theres a really good reason for that.
The power at the house died just as I was getting out of bed at one o'clock or so. Turned out that a fuse had been blown on a power line pole or something and it was going to take until until four to fix it.
Without power we really couldn't vacuum the carpet to get the room ready for the tree, nor could we start the oven to bake cookies, and we really couldn't even make lunch so we spent the afternoon out shopping for people.
Got the tree set up that evening and ate dinner then went back to Karen's to watch the rest of 'The Slaughter of Earthsea'. Ged and Tenar or whoever she was kissed at the end and babbled on about their mutual visions of each other and their destiny. That settles it, I'm so feeding the producers' children to The Elder Gods, or the Nameless Ones or what ever dark entity eats the children of stupid people*.
On a lighter note I think I'm getting the hang of inking decently. I'll scan the picture that kept me somewhat sane throughout the course of the sci-fi shit tommorow.
* ok so I swore I'd kill the producers, but I seriously like this plan better
The power at the house died just as I was getting out of bed at one o'clock or so. Turned out that a fuse had been blown on a power line pole or something and it was going to take until until four to fix it.
Without power we really couldn't vacuum the carpet to get the room ready for the tree, nor could we start the oven to bake cookies, and we really couldn't even make lunch so we spent the afternoon out shopping for people.
Got the tree set up that evening and ate dinner then went back to Karen's to watch the rest of 'The Slaughter of Earthsea'. Ged and Tenar or whoever she was kissed at the end and babbled on about their mutual visions of each other and their destiny. That settles it, I'm so feeding the producers' children to The Elder Gods, or the Nameless Ones or what ever dark entity eats the children of stupid people*.
On a lighter note I think I'm getting the hang of inking decently. I'll scan the picture that kept me somewhat sane throughout the course of the sci-fi shit tommorow.
* ok so I swore I'd kill the producers, but I seriously like this plan better
