I misunderstood the point of this ride

Thank fucking goodness it’s a three-day weekend. I may, at times, have wondered if I was blowing this time of year out of proportion a bit, but really, not so much. Once again, I’m grateful that the windows on my floor don’t open – defenestration of particularly uncooperative faculty members does get a bit tempting now and then. (Seven more months ... and only three more weeks of Admissions season. I'll just keep daydreaming about dyeing my hair outrageous colors the second I can do that again, and maybe other things too.)

It’s just as well that bandom has eaten my brain again, really; it’s a pretty great distraction. A few days ago, I randomly dreamed that Greta Salpeter asked me out on a date and we cuddled in the middle of a big, sunny field (there was some sort of festival setting up nearby). My subconscious isn’t usually so fluffy, but it was nice. Of course, it’s probably only a matter of time before all the Grant Morrison-related ephemera I’ve been consuming catches up to me. (I watched the Disinfo speech a few days ago. I don’t even know, nor am I sure I want to. I do want to finally get back to reading The Invisibles, though.)

Seriously, how did this even happen? Fandom in comics and comics in fandom … I’ve watched the Talking With Gods documentary twice in the last week, so I suppose fanart is only a matter of time, really. Particularly since I seem to have made illustrating jjtaylor my fannish occupation of late.

Speaking of which! It was her birthday yesterday, a fact which helped me decide which scene from “The Detective’s Secret” I’d play with next. (I have a longish list.) Hope you like it, bb; happy belated! ♥

( Not going into the pool. )

It occurred to me recently that I miss using this space for conversation, rather than just as a slightly talky gallery. I’ve seriously gotten out of the habit of commenting and communicating on DW/LJ, and I’m finding getting back into it something of a challenge. Definitely want to do better on that.

In a slightly more interactive vein (and to prove that I do in fact have other fandoms still): there’s an interest-gauging poll going on for trekreversebang right now! That’s the reverse Star Trek bigbang where ficcers sign up to write stories based on fanart; an awesome idea that I’d love to see spread around a bit more. You guys should check it out.

Before I go work on my actual minicomic for awhile, one more thing I have to share: the spectacle of Pete Wentz interviewing himself. I still love his stupid face.

I'm not sure I can handle Simpson-Wentzes (Wentzs?) trolling each other on twitter. *_* As if MCR's bursts of hilarity were not enough. I've been off the internet more than usual lately (reading actual books, gasp), but clearly that was not to last.

Still need to come up with some kind of theme for my quarter-life crisis, since apparently absconding from the tubes will not cut it.

There are only a few hours left to bid on kickass fannish goodies at Sweet Charity! You have until around 7pm EST to win, among other things, a bandom comic drawn to your specifications! I'm still pretty affordable. ;)

(To bid, you need to create an account and log in. The auction section is divided into categories - you can find me under Graphics. There are plenty of fic offers as well, of course - and the Miscellaneous section is really intriguing.)

I think most of the stuff I was interested in buying is out of my price range by now, but it's been fun to play. I'm looking forward to stretching myself to meet someone else's ideas, too.

Also, I've started rewatching Avatar from the beginning. I'd almost forgotten how over-the-top Zuko's first season angst is. ♥

This day is just completely mad, and the noise of continuing renovations going on in my department just add to the surreality of it all. BRONX MOWGLI WENTZ. I do not even know.

(Oh Pete, why are you so thematically appropriate? Everything has been bears lately! I am going to have "The Bare Necessities" stuck in my head for a year, apparently.)

I realize it's a sign of my complete tumble into insanity, but I'm not sure I've felt more cheered up in my life. Things are so ridiculous and hilarious and I cannot deal, okay? Also, you guys have made me want to be drawing right now, so badly. ♥ IL all flist prompts. Clearly I should try this more often, if it doesn't make people too sad that I always fail to draw everything I want to.

Finally got the mixtape to work! :D I know a lot of people have been having various problems with it, so I've re-zipped it and am uploading it for anyone who is still having trouble. [ETA:] mixtape part 1, mixtape part 2!

Between this and my ridiculous love for Gerard Way, this week is off to a fantastic start. Which is good, because I'm going to need the momentum (it's orientation, and work is crawling with new students, they are EVERYWHERE).

&Decaydance;

&My Chemical Romance;

♥

Braaaaains.

Well, last night was quite a roller coaster ride. (Colliding viral marketing campaigns? Or working in conjunction? Ow.) I got no sleep, and during the little bit that I did? I dreamed that FBR was mysteriously texting fans about something (which I don't remember), so everyone kept flipping out in my head, even after I got myself away from the computer. (It was also kind of creepy because it was unclear how they acquired our phone numbers.) This fandom makes me kind of hysterical.

I did finish inking and sent my latest bit of crack off to my (awesome) beta (which is why I was up late enough to catch all that in the first place). That took so much longer than it had any right to.

More caffeine, and to braaaains work.

Hey, so I finished doing the color version of my Greta/Vicky-T fanart! (Very very simple color, unshaded; I have no idea why it took me this long. Dammit, I need a tablet.)

I'm going to post both versions together, now, just because. :)

Fandom: bandom crossover (The Hush Sound/Cobra Starship)
Pairing: Greta/Vicky-T
Rating: PG
Summary: A companion piece to olivia_circe's Fantaisie-Impromptu; drawn as a gift for sweetvalleyslut (the fic was also for her). Greta is indulging in her desire to "play" the "piano keys" on Vicky-T's tights. (The hands are not quite right--I did play piano for awhile--but I think you can still tell?)
Disclaimer: This interpretation is not intended as anything other than fiction for my own harmless enjoyment, and the only intended audience is other fans.

( a tactile reprise )

Now that I've seen Greta up close and in person, I feel much iffier on the likeness, even with excuses for style. But I'm totally going to draw her lots more, so hopefully it will improve. :) Meanwhile, I'm almost done inking that Avatar crack!comic, and I've almost started writing that fic I mentioned, really. (So slow, always!)

I spent a good chunk of my day cleaning, however, while listening to interviews. Lyn-Z is so amazing, I could swoon (Gerard, I am stealing your wife). Gerard apparently does not get crushes on people because he is "unimpressed" by them (but was earnestly impressed by his interviewer's "insightful" comments about random crushes on strangers on trains, and went on a whole tangent about how much most radio interviews usually suck, hee).

In other (multifannish) news, sae is amazing and spoils me unduly. (Unduly, I say! What have I done to deserve this generosity?) Today I received a packaged in the mail (wrapped in a paper bag that happened to be covered in tomatoes; it was adorable), containing a Kim Possible art print, framed and signed by Stephen Silver (the character concept artist), and also a gorgeous From Eroica With Love art/coloring book. Not to mention the hilarious Eroica doodles on the letter (Saaaaae-art, my favorite thing ever). Thank you so much, sweetheart. ♥

fuschia, I hope you had a beautiful birthday. ♥

[ETA:] Ack! I've been so occupied all evening, I missed all the wedding news! Hemingway was the ringbearer! OMG. :D

Pete and Ashlee randomly share my own parents' wedding anniversary. They also share this day with a ridiculous number of gay couples here in Massachusetts, because today is the 4-year anniversary of the legalization of same-sex marriage! (Be proud, kids.)