Wrong side of the bed...

God damn -- I'm getting tired of waking up in pain.

I mean hell, two or three days now I go to bed with a sore ear and wake up with an aching back. This is getting very annoying and making me not the nicest person in the morning (i.e. snap at the husband, yell at the cat, and take coffee to go hide in the office).

I can't afford to be snappy today, when I got stuff to do, places to be, people to meet.

Ah hell with this, no time to blog right now -- I just wanted to get that off my chest.

*feels a little better*

~Liriel

Lights Out

Had a scare this evening, just after I got on the internet and got to work -- the power went out... for three seconds. I had enough time to say "What the fucking hel--" before it came back on. But of course I had to power the computer back up and it wasn't happy. Nether was my dial-up.

I think one of my neighbors was down in the basement screwing with the fuse boxes and hit mine on accident. I was NOT happy. I mean -- what if I'd had permanent computer problems, huh?! Are they gonna pay to get it fixed?! No, I don't think so... and then I'd go to jail for man slaughter... though I could probably get away with an insanity plea.... >_> Fuckin' A.'

In other news my ear has been hurting for the past two days and all I've wanted to do is veg out on the couch playing Battle Front. There was so much I wanted to get done, but I just couldn't get into any of it. Bloody hell.

Ah well, tomorrow looks to be an interesting day, what with CNW meetings from 3 to 7pm and then playtime beginng shortly there after... though Craig has said he dosen't want to stay out until the birds are singing, but I'm to the point where I don't care. Let them sing! I just wanna have a good time and not worry about time since I worry about time all damn week long. There's never enough of it >_< !

Here's to a nice weekend, cheers~

~Liriel

Now I ALWAYS wear a seat belt...

One fine Sacramento summer day in 1991, my mother was driving the VW Bus to take me and my bass gear out to the burbs for band practice.

Things were going along fine until out of the corner of my eye I saw this little car not stopping... and as with things of this nature I remember focusing on it and tracking it's progress as it slammed right into the Bus underneath where I was sitting.

My glasses flew off first (and were never seen again) and at about the same split second my head nearly bashed through the windsheild (silly me not wearing a selt belt...), and not a moment later I was sort of not myself and screaming in rage out the window at the other car (something along the lines of "Mother fucker -- I'm gonna kill you!"). The Bus lurched crookedly across the lanes of traffic, I heard mother saying something. I looked to see blood streaming down her face and her saying "It's all right, Liriel, it's all right." And I get even more pissed but can't get out of the Bus because the door completely fucked up and I really wanted to kill the bastard.

But then the amount of blood causes my rattled mind to switch gears as the Bus hits the curb and we come to a stop... rage evaporated and shock set in. People gathering, getting us out of the Bus, suddenly paramedics, and cops, and mom's in the ambulance going to the hospital, and a cop is giving me a ride so I can take home my bass because the Bus was getting towed off, and I hoped I could get my amp later that thing cost a fortune... and then I'm on the phone to Jeremy "My mom's at the hospital and I have no way of getting there"... and then I'm at the hospital, mom's got stitches above her eyebrow where it had hit the steering wheel, and I think I had a mild concussion but I wouldn't let the paramedics at the scene worry about me... and then I realized my arm hurt and I was completely fucking blind without my glasses.


Blind and mentally scarred:


And I should of had this X-Rayed because I still get twinges:


To this day I still get a little jumpy with cars that don't look like they're gonna stop... so much so I'll probably never be able to drive...

I honestly don't know who's fault it was... I wasn't paying attention to the lights, but the bastard tried to sue us for his totaled POS and damages. His witness failed to appear and the case was dismissed. He again tried to sue after we'd moved to Seattle, but since mom wasn't about to spend money to go back down there and fight it, she gave them the finger. Eventually though that caught up with her and her WA State License got revoked until the statute had expired. I hope that guy died/dies of colorectal cancer...

It took a while to get the Bus fixed and for a while it was sitting with the amp stuck inside... until someone ELSE decided to liberate it. I hope they died/die of colorectal cancer too. The Bus then became known as the Killer Bitch Bus (we figured it was related to Hitler or something and loaded with bad karma), once we got to Seattle we sold it off... not long afterwards we heard that the new owners had rolled it, and it was finally totalled. The roads were finally safe once again.

But yeah... so now I ALWAYS wear a seat belt. And you should too.

~Liriel

Mundania

Wha... damn, Tuesday already...

Where does the time go?

The Black Light Martini Party on Saturday was a blast, and Sunday was a relaxing day followed by a run to the bargain theater to see Sin City again, and Monday... monday sucked >_< ! It was just 11 hours of working on penciling the page, though actually 3 hours of that was fighting with the script... I think though I have a better idea of how the next few pages are going to go... thankfully today was fast and easy and I'm even a little ahead so maybe tomorrow won't such an incredible painful grind. w00t~

I even did a tablet sketch today in PSE that'll be the next vote bonus, a hot DAMN Eve pic that I hope to make into a wally worthy of purchase...

Meh, my elbow hurts... and Craig just stubbed his toe for the second time this week on the phone table in the living room... my grandfather's handmade table, that one of these days is probably going to be launched across the living room. I really should move that thing, or try and trade it back to mom for safe keeping.

I really need to do something about that fish tank too. The last two surviving fish are still in there and appearently not inclined to go away no matter how little they get fed. Somehow they managed to survive a month without food... maybe they nibble on the plants or something. And of course that reminds me of the Gecko cage in the bedroom that's been empty since October or some such and needs to have something done with it.

Oh the mundania of it all =_= ...

~Liriel