THE RAINBOWS ARE COMING FOR ME

All that's left of the regular-sized chocobos are two to be put together an embellished with sparkly things. No idea how fucking long that will take, but then come the chicks and then I am done, do you hear me, done. ...With chocobos. ...For a couple of months, anyway. Problem: the chocobo shelf is full. Solution: must start stacking. Fucking Tetris, it haunts me.

Working much and writing little, alas. A paragraph or two a day is kind of shit, but at least it's happening. ...Slowly.

Can't remember how it came up, but an earlier conversation ended up something like this:

The Wasband: [some wisecrack about Tron]
Me: Oh, but Bruce [Boxleitner] is available. He and his wife split up so now no one would feel guilty.
The Wasband: *looks honestly visually remorseful* What?
Me: Yeah, well. So he and Olivia Wilde are open and available.
The Wasband: Looking into the choices you'll have for your future marriage?
Me: Oh fuck no. If I ever even entertain the idea of getting married again, it's your fucking duty to sneak up behind me and break my neck as quickly as possible. I will no longer be me, but some other creature, something no doubt revolting and dangerous and willing to sell off my toys. Never, never again. ...No offense.
The Wasband: None taken.

...We have a very special relationship... And yes, I do speak exactly how I write. (When I speak, ha ha.) It's kind of scary.

Just one link right now because I'm lazy after crocheting and sewing and trying to track down things in just the right color (dammit, internet, be easier!) and my wrist hurts (whoops): looks like Shadows of the Damned is gonna be something, alright. After all of those things that absolutely are not happening because I refuse to acknowledge them to the Devil May Cry series, I'm gonna need something like this.

Totally off all topics: this is the $55,000 vibrator I want. *grin*

Going to see if writing works now... or I may give up and watch more from an '80s TV series. Stop judging me. It's a weirdly perfect thing to work to. And I can only be productive for so long.