Ohne mich kannst du nicht sein

Progress again on TDC, in drips and drabs.

Words tonight: 505
Words total: 32,203
Reason for stopping: tired
Exercise: weights

I've finally squeezed some pov out of a new character. She's privy to too much subplottage not to use her--now I have to convince her that it's in her best interest to put out. At least I might get pretty words out of her.

I've also decided that the jungles of Sivahra will be home to deadly drop bears. Drop bears are tragically underrepresented in modern fiction.

In other news, Pan's Labyrinth looks pretty damn cool.

Yarrr!

Too many scurvy dogs 'round here be leaving early today, or calling in sick! Don't they know I need to leave early? I'll keel-haul the lot of 'em. And my laminator's gone belly up. I ask ye, where's the joy in life when a wench can't play with molten plastic in the morning?

Time to run up le jolie rouge and set course for the coffee shop. They'll take my loose change, and be thankin' me for it, or it's the plank for them.

(I'm wearing my cute stripey octopus horrifying kraken socks in honor of the day.)

Caption contest

I'm looking for a good icon caption for this picture (provided courtesy of bloodwedding. Any thoughts?




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