When I dream, I dream in billions of dollars.

[kiya]

So. Last night I dreamed. I dreamed of a fireworks display. Observed from a rotating platform with a lot of cruft on it. And performed to the tune of Roxette's "Milk and Toast and Honey". What is wrong with my brain?

autumnesquirrel, the band we were listening to in the car was the Cruxshadows, and the album in question was Wishfire. (teinedreugan says the sound's a bit different for their other albums so you might want to get that one first and branch out when you're feeling brave.)

autumnesquirrel and thastygliax, the flash animation I was talking about is here and TNH's blog (if anyone cares) is linked through makinglight.

Scene frustrating me in the WIP. May have a handle on how to deal with it, partly due to talking it out a bit with teinedreugan on the way home (and possibly also with the assistance of the rant I had about it when autumnesquirrel asked), so will work on it afters, since poor brooksmoses is Having A Day.

And for those people who didn't see it at keshwyn and jikharra's place tonight:



Dippy-looking photo of me; I'd been looking at the blade and looked up just as teinedreugan snapped the shot.

It's weighted like an axe; definite on the chop. It also has 'Pakistan' written on the blade, which gives me the eye-rolling giggles. Weighs about two pounds. And it's much shinier than shows in the photo; bad angle to catch the light from the flash. Sharp enough to cut if one hit something with it, also along the back edge from the point.

I so need to cut my bangs. And yeah, my wrist is still bothering me. I become increasingly convinced that I fractured it a year and a half ago, not that there's anything to be done about that.


Yes, our front hall is that cluttered. It also contains a bicycle.