Pictures

New pictures up, courtesy of nou kindly agreeing to lie still and not do anything for awhile. I've started using Flickr for ease of use now, and may start migrating the older pictures across from the Deviantart page eventually.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ravenmagic/

It's impressive to see the amount of difference taking the pictures under a daylight bulb makes - compare 'Skin and ink 2' (normal domestic bulb) with 4 and 5 (energy-saver blue-spectrum daylight bulb). I'm tempted to say I prefer the domestic one for taking pictures, despite daylight bulbs being much easier on the eye and the SAD.

The whiteboard marker definitely seems to be the way to go, if not using actual paint - it fades gracefully, and the pattern was still definitely visible a few days later despite normal bathing, but can be removed with a bit of scrubbing if need be.

[Edit: though these two photos should be SFW, the page linked to has thumbnails for a couple that may well not be.]

Anansi Time

You know that feeling you get, when you just know that you could do anything you wanted that night, because the world is exactly the right shape to fit in the world-shaped hole you have - you know, that one, right there.

Or possibly it's the other way around - but that means admitting you were the wrong shape to begin with, and who wants to do that, so let's stick with the hole we have. It's not all that nice, but then what did you expect you'd find when you dug a hole? Sky and fluffy white clouds? Most times, all you find down holes is dirt. If you're lucky, you get worms. So the world fits in pretty well, and you know something? It looks good on you.

The classical metaphor for this mood is surfing, catching the wave just at the right moment and riding that narrow line of sweet water. But I've never done that, so I'll refrain, and use a homelier metaphor instead - cross-country riding, you have to balance just right, ride the movement and keep yourself on top of the curve, and when you feel the horse take off - well, you know how they always say, it feels like flying?

The first time I flew, leastways the first time when I was old enough to appreciate it, I thought, this feels like showjumping. And the great thing is, you don't have to come down again for ages.

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...and aren't five-minute mood swings fun.

One of the consequences of this sort of mood is the sensitivity it gives you.

Good news, bad news, good food, good books, small pleasures, bad news.

Stay tuned.