So, because New Year's is way cooler a holiday to me these days than Christmas, here's the past year in review.
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Christmas is a hard time of year for us, but this year, I am so cognizant of the wonderful people we have the privilege of knowing. Friends, colleagues, associates new and old or who we've reconnected with after a long absence, it is all of YOU who have filled our lives with hope and joy. It is you who have helped us come so far, and your kindness and generosity are beautiful.
So from all of us to all of you, thank you for being in our lives. Thank you for giving us such optimism and love for humanity. May you love and prosper through the new year.
Happy birthday to me!
Rogan: Now I can finally listen to music again WITHOUT my damn computer. YESSSSSS! And listen to our damn mix-tapes!
After much flailing and bumps, I managed to get everything together and was at MICE, where I blew all my sales records out of the water, wooooo! For the first time in ages, I spent a load of money buying things I really wanted, and I don't even care, because it still didn't make much of a dent in my profit!
I debuted a seasonally appropriate comic called Murderer which I would put up for sale except I am going to be completely sold out of my run by later today. I might make it a limited run item; I haven't decided.
Also, we dressed up for Halloween. The vessel costume you'll see in a bit, once roomie uploads the photos, but in headspace, we also took up our costumes:
Gigi: Bedsheet ghost. Gigi is always a bedsheet ghost. This is tradition.
Sneak: Pilot mechanic. Goggles, aviator cap, flightsuit.
Rogan and Mac: Beauty and the geek. Rogan in his old heavy frame glasses, contrasting plaids and argyle, pocket protector, Mac in a prom dress and pearls.
Miranda: Sexy witch.
Mori: Mako Mori from Pacific Rim.
Falcon: Film noir protagonist. (Mori claimed he cheated, since he pretty much dresses like that all the time anyway.)
Biff: Also a bedsheet ghost, which he half-assed with illusion, much to Mori's disgruntlement. ("Dude, you're lame, you're not even TRYING, come onnnnnn." Even she could not persuade him.)
So happy belated Halloween from all of us! ...l'm going to go keel over and rest for a while now.
I had an episode today, and afterward, Biff and I went for a quiet walk to get some groceries, because even though I was tired and laggy, I wanted to enjoy the sunlight with him. Biff, being the system smoker, lit up, and the following conversation ensued:
Me: I know why you're a smoker.
Me: It's because you're HOT.
Biff: *shakes his head, groans*
Me: That was good. Admit that was good.
Biff: Man, that was awful.
But I got him to smile at least, and it made me laugh, so I'll take it as a success.
He decided to celebrate by scrubbing the apartment with me. It badly needed a clean, and what with our shoulder being all fucked up, it's been Rogan stuck at front a while. But now we can kick hiss ass off and take over again. Yeehaw!
Anyway, roomie got Biff some apple cider (dude is fucking obsessed with cider) and caramel ice cream so he can make himself an apple cider affogato. He is ridiculously excited about this. And so am I since I am all for activities that involve me getting fed. DESSERT FOR US!
Everybody needs a hobby, I guess. Sneak’s include horror game Let’s Plays and crafts. Mac and Biff have cooking. Miranda has slash fanfiction and meditation. I’ve got cults.
Mori’s is apparently the seamy underbelly of the US business and financial sector.
And now she’s trying to explain securities and stock buybacks to me. Good luck with that, kid.
Congratulations, dudema, your jurisdiction is now cleaning, laundry, shopping, and all household matters that Rogan's too distracted and Mac's too lazy to do.
The owner has a bunch of photos of the kitty, including a big album of them taken throughout Kitty's life. There were cards from local children and business owners, and someone had made a beautiful chalk drawing of the kitty on the sidewalk outside the insurance agency.
I am so glad the kitty is being remembered.
As I was walking there, I passed by the local pet grooming place, which has three parrots which reside in the front window. The largest is a blue and yellow macaw who, for lack of a better name, I shall call Big Blue.
Big Blue happened to be right up front and center as I was walking by, and as I passed in front, it started swaying back and forth. For the heck of it, I imitated it.
The parrot stopped. I stopped.
The parrot started headbanging. I started headbanging.
The parrot started swaying AND headbanging, stopping at random intervals as though to see if it’d catch me out. I tried my best to keep up with it, which seemed to entertain it. We kept it up for maybe five minutes or so.
Unfortunately, I was sick, and I still had groceries to get, so I bid adieu to Big Blue and walked on. As I passed out of view, I heard a loud, indignant squawk, as though Big Blue were declaring, “Wait, come back!”
We pass by that shop so regularly, I suspect Sneak and I will be attempting the Happy Parrot dance in the future. We’ll see if Big Blue remembers us.
EDIT: by the way, we have our Patreon story poll up on LJ. Make me write what you want to read!