So I saw a request for Steam gifts (PC games for the uninitiated) in exchange for commissions.
So I sent him a copy of a game that I frequently buy for people in the hopes that they’ll play it. It had just gone on sale so the timing was perfect. The response was glorious (Courtesy of https://twitter.com/Codemakura).
First, an recreation of an older BlazBlue meme:
Followed by a revealing of something I never noticed about my main:
And then, a poorly drawn bee (finally ha ha):
Not content just to watch, another friend of mine joined in:
So I have an idea for a new family activity. Sometime get together with everyone and make a list of everything liquid in your house sorted by ones you can gargle, and ones that you cannot. If you’re not sure about a particular substance, do try it out and make a record for future reference.
Apparently my sister is starting a webcomic about a cat in a human body. I guess there’s something that could be said that no matter how ‘out there’ you are, one can always find normality within one’s own family? https://www.facebook.com/CathyComic
I don’t think we’ve ever gargled household liquids together though.
Sometimes I want to travel through the trees,
Flying free like so many bees.
All through the forest,
And over the seven seas.
Apparently according to who you ask there are anywhere from like 9 to 104 seas. Yahoo Answers is terrible and I’m not sure why I’m sitting here looking that up on this typical Tuesday evening of enjoying whatever time I can get on the computer in between waves of attacking foster parents.
Just because I’m merely working my girlfriend’s table at a convention this weekend doesn’t mean I can’t sneak my stuff there, ha!
I had been up since 5:30, awoken by the sound of the rain. The sounds of the water falling against my window served as a reminder of many details of my past.
Memories included the time that my classmates were chosen by two team captains to play some kickball, but since there were an odd number of students I was the odd one out and as such I was the one who had to run out into traffic to get the ball, and sometimes to do so when there was no ball.
Or the time I drank some odd looking apple juice out of a clear container in my dad’s fridge when I was eleven. It was actually beer, and I became a raging alcoholic until I sobered up thanks to AA at the age of fourteen. Twelve years sober and counting!
A few years ago I had some issues and went to what I thought was a registered psychologist. Turns out she was actually a reverse psychologist. I told her about how stressed out I was, she agreed with me and I immediately got better.
Lastly I thought about the time I had watched in despair, soaking wet, as a cat ran over my bike. Well, okay. The cat was technically a lion and I guess I should be thankful I escaped with my life but that bike was of a perfect color and I didn’t know where to buy the paint to repaint it!
In short, it reminded me of simpler times . . .
If the US government can’t be bothered to keep operating, then I can’t be bothered to color this all the way in.