Update
Hello all. Long time, no post. Life hasn't been entirely uneventful, either, just ... busy.
My dumbass fund-raising idea for
divalea -- dumbass in the sense that I have no time to do this, yet am doing it anyway -- is coming along ... I've raised about $500 or so, and will probably be working on the donation incentive gifts until 2007. Luckily it's been slow at work, so I can work on them there. MY BRAIN IS MELTIIIIING... Email me if you want details, although I think most of the people who read this LJ already know Lea and are helping in their own ways, which is why I haven't been hyping the fundraiser over here.
This means I'm falling even farther behind on my commission pile. Erk.
It's full-fledged autumn here, and my digital camera is dead. Kaput. An ex-camera. I think that the motor which extends and retracts the lens has died -- it's one of the kind that folds itself up when it's not being used and extrudes the lens when you turn it on. It was working fine and then suddenly started making a horrible mechanical shrieking noise and refusing to do anything. And it's been dead ever since. I hate to buy a new one because I have a 256 Mb memory stick for it and don't want it to go to waste. (Orion: "Which costs about $8 these days, you know." Me: "Shut up.")
So I can't photograph the gorgeousness and can't really describe it, but the thing I'm currently loving the most is the smell. I love the way autumn smells. If you live in a place that has clearly defined seasons, you probably know what I mean, although I imagine it's slightly different in different places. Whereas summer is full of warm fresh smells (leaves and grass and flowers), autumn smells are clear and razor-sharp. I feel very alive in the autumn. The best way I can describe it is that, more so than at any other time of year, I feel like living in the world, as opposed to in my head -- that is, rather than writing and drawing, I want to be baking or walking around in the woods or doing end-of-season projects like raking leaves and mulching the garden.
Ouch. The garden. It has been beyond pathetic this year, due entirely to my neglect. And on top of everything else, I waited too late in the year to bring in the outdoor tomato plants, and now they're one step from dead. Rather than trying to nurse them back to health for fresh tomatoes in the winter, I'm thinking about just scrapping 'em and waiting for spring. The way they look right now, I don't think I'll be getting very many tomatoes off the buggers anyway.
Everyone at work has had the creeping crud lately, which inexplicably, so far, I've managed to avoid.
Went up to the UAF museum with Orion this morning to wander around the new wing under the guise of taking reference pictures for Freebird (with his camera, due to mine being dead). 'Twas fun.
I do have some photos to post from before the camera-deadness happened. I'll try to get 'em up this weekend. I realize I've been saying that for a couple of weeks now ...
My dumbass fund-raising idea for
This means I'm falling even farther behind on my commission pile. Erk.
It's full-fledged autumn here, and my digital camera is dead. Kaput. An ex-camera. I think that the motor which extends and retracts the lens has died -- it's one of the kind that folds itself up when it's not being used and extrudes the lens when you turn it on. It was working fine and then suddenly started making a horrible mechanical shrieking noise and refusing to do anything. And it's been dead ever since. I hate to buy a new one because I have a 256 Mb memory stick for it and don't want it to go to waste. (Orion: "Which costs about $8 these days, you know." Me: "Shut up.")
So I can't photograph the gorgeousness and can't really describe it, but the thing I'm currently loving the most is the smell. I love the way autumn smells. If you live in a place that has clearly defined seasons, you probably know what I mean, although I imagine it's slightly different in different places. Whereas summer is full of warm fresh smells (leaves and grass and flowers), autumn smells are clear and razor-sharp. I feel very alive in the autumn. The best way I can describe it is that, more so than at any other time of year, I feel like living in the world, as opposed to in my head -- that is, rather than writing and drawing, I want to be baking or walking around in the woods or doing end-of-season projects like raking leaves and mulching the garden.
Ouch. The garden. It has been beyond pathetic this year, due entirely to my neglect. And on top of everything else, I waited too late in the year to bring in the outdoor tomato plants, and now they're one step from dead. Rather than trying to nurse them back to health for fresh tomatoes in the winter, I'm thinking about just scrapping 'em and waiting for spring. The way they look right now, I don't think I'll be getting very many tomatoes off the buggers anyway.
Everyone at work has had the creeping crud lately, which inexplicably, so far, I've managed to avoid.
Went up to the UAF museum with Orion this morning to wander around the new wing under the guise of taking reference pictures for Freebird (with his camera, due to mine being dead). 'Twas fun.
I do have some photos to post from before the camera-deadness happened. I'll try to get 'em up this weekend. I realize I've been saying that for a couple of weeks now ...

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You donate money to Lea, I write something for you. Anything you ask for. Actually one person requested an art commission, too, which was perfectly fine.
You can see why I haven't really hyped it over here, because most of the people here are in the same circles and read the same LJs that I do, and my objective was to involve other people who hadn't heard of Lea -- namely my fandom friends. (I have a, for lack of a better way to put it, alternate online persona that I use on fan boards and such. I've never made a huge secret of my real identity over there, it's just that I don't want people to google for my name and get a bunch of fansite hits.)