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18 August 2008 @ 09:29 pm
It's been more than a year since I made an LJ post. Huhn. I guess when I'm making weekly posts on my comic page, I get all journaled out or something. But it looks like a lot of you guys still use LJ, so I'm going to try to get back into it to stay in touch.

News, news, so much news...

I'm...tons of weeks pregnant now? Planning to do the Lamaze birthing classes in September. I think Benny is as big as my intestines now. At least, he feels like it. Still dealing with fatigue, acid, and now syncope. Whee.

And I'm almost 25. Notably, today my mom is 55. And does NOT have cancer in her eye like she was afraid of. What she does have is called Coats' Disease, and will be having a procedure on September 4th to curb it. Unfortunately, she won't get the peripheral vision she's lost back, but with the treatment she shouldn't go blind.

On Friday, I'm getting on the train and going south to accompany my mom to Myrtle Beach. Poor me. There we will visit my grandmother at her new old folks home (not quite nursing home, but assisted living) for her, uh, 91st? birthday. We'll also meet up with a couple of my aunts and uncles there. And then my mom and I will spend a few days on Topsail Island getting some good old R&R. I intend to get rid of my florescent tan.

So, people I've meant to get in contact with, which is probably all of you - I'll be back in September?
Current Location: office
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: Olympic Fanfare
01 August 2007 @ 02:28 am
I've been meaning to make a new journal post for forever and ever now. I figure it'd actually happen if I did something lame like this.

So, um. Hi, guys. I still exist. Yuppers.
Current Mood: tiredtired
31 December 2006 @ 06:55 pm
Sorry to those who I haven't gotten in contact with and are finding out from this post, but I've no desire to repeat myself over and over and am more or less in emotional hiding right now.


The short: I will not be having a baby this summer because that baby is already dead.

The long: More details, possibly to the point of being too much information.Collapse )

Prayers, sympathies, and whatnot are all appreciated, but I'm in no state to respond in good humor, so please don't be offended. I've lost my only child. I'm a bit lost as a result. To make matters worse, my cat had to go and kill my oldest betta, Arrakis, last night while I was asleep. He knocked the bowl over and we found Arrakis's dried up corpse on the floor this morning. The water has likely ruined my antique upholstered chair, that was stupidly moved next to the bookshelf, giving the cat access to the fish tank. Happy New Year.
Current Mood: morose....
09 December 2006 @ 04:11 pm's been... FOREVER since I last updated, huh? Let's see...what to talk about.

Well, first point of amusement, or just stupidity: It turns out, when I got my permanent driver's license, I somehow managed to keep the temporary one and throw the new one out by mistake. Wow. Now, this expired license worked very well as an ID to get me to Oregon, but for some reason, didn't work on the the way back because it was magically code orange at the airport. Obviously, nothing's going to happen a few days before Thanksgiving, but the day after the threat increases exponentially. Although I had a photo ID in my hand (granted, useless as a driver's license), I was now a SUSPICIOUS PERSON and had to have myself and everything in my bag checked for chemical warfare. I guess I'm fortunate that I wasn't strip-searched? Anway, the guys that were checking me to make sure I wasn't a terrorist were actually really nice, but the lady who was checking my bag was a bitch. They let me watch her investigate my personal effects, but she wasn't too happy about it. I also made the dumb mistake of telling her a small bag with lots of little electronic pieces in it might "explode a little" (meaning, colloquially of course that they'd fall out everywhere). She gave me the dirtiest look I've ever gotten, and I've gotten quite a few, and wouldn't accept my apology. Grr. All in all, it took me 20 extra minutes to get through security. At least I wasn't the poor guy in front of me, who was selected at random to be the "full-search" required for his flight. Thanks Bush Admin. I feel much safer.

Now for the news. Well, most of you already know this, but when I returned from Oregon, I had some sneaky I took a little test and came out "in the pink" as they say.

Yes, I am pregnant. "Pregnant" is an ugly word. Let's use "with child." That sounds nicer.

I met my new obstetrician yesterday and received so much information I thought my brain my explode. I thought having a baby was complicated before. I think modern society now makes it three times as complicated for the hell of it. Now that I am pregnant I get to answer all sorts of questions to figure out which screening tests I need to take to make sure I should stay pregnant. As you can imagine, pro-Life me goes grrr. And more Grr. Because Beau's of German descent, and I'm of Ashkenazik descent, they want us to pass a screening test for Cystic Fibrosis. (Being Ashkenazi apparently makes me a potential carrier for all sorts of birth defects, despite what my very healthy, very long-lived Ashkenazi ancestors have led me to believe.) The test cost $400 and our insurance may not cover it. I think 'm going to blow it off completely. I'm of the opinion that if I "shouldn't" be pregnant, I wouldn't be.

Well, I had blood and urine samples taken, and I'm scheduled for a sonogram come January, so eventually we'll know how far along I am and when the due date is and such. They took seven blood samples. Seven. Fortunately, the technician heeded my request to use my left arm, so I don't have a bruise on my right. Eesh. She was right though. Only 40 cc, so my body didn't miss it.

I also need to exercise for at minimum 30-45 minutes a day. My midwife could not stress this enough. She was also very hard ass about me changing my diet. Eep. I have to really set into the fruits and veggies and lay off the grains (only 3-4 servings of grain, whole grain only, and no more), which will be very difficult because not only do I hate most fruits and vegetables, when I eat them I'm still hungry. This when I've just gone from eating 2 meals a day to eating 4. You might say I'm displeased. She said I could have ONE serving of pasta a week. Grumble. I'm gonna try this for a week. If I still feel like crap and my body won't turn over, I'm going to effin' tell her so and have my bread and eat it too.

I'll do the exercise, though, even though it's freaking cold out. I don't want to be like her last four patients and have to go C-section because I'm out-of-shape.
Current Mood: grumpygrumpy
Current Music: of all things, "Goodbye Earl" - Dixie Chicks...I blame Sarah
23 August 2006 @ 03:21 pm
Actually my birthday was the 21st. I didn't post then. I'm posting now because I'm procrastinating, yo.

Had a good birthday. Dinner, a movie, and cake with my posse. Beef stroganoff, baby, yeah. And The Legend II (or rather "Fong Sai Yuk and the Red Flower Society 2" ...who comes up with these American release titles?). Despite its being dubbed, it was a great film. Fabulously hilarious, and a great reminder that Kung Fu films are meant to be likened to old MGM musicals. The plot is just what happens between dance numbers...I mean, fight scenes. Why am I fighting my former comrades blindfolded with four katanas in each hand while red flower petals float illustriously across the screen? Because it's been a good eight minutes of dialogue since the last dance number...I mean, fight scene. The reviews were right: Josephine Siou totally owned the movie. "Can you save it for later? We're about to get shot." Also, Jet Li always looks cutest with the traditional chinese braid. Always, always. Mm-hm.

Lessee... Since I last updated, I've been to Connecticon, a family reunion seeing people I haven't seen for over 11 years in Rutland, and Portland visiting Sam. I am lame and haven't posted anything about these happenings. Heh.

Maybe now that I'm 23 (my last prime number for a while...better enjoy it), I'll be more mature. ... .....*pbbbbbbth*

On a final note...never again will one box of candles be enough. >.>
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: "Happy Birthday Song" - Arrogant Worms
26 June 2006 @ 02:43 pm
I just got back from taking Kasumi to get her sutures removed. Sutures? What the heck? Some may ask. Others know. About a month ago, Kasumi developed a lump in her armpit. A rapidly growing lump. That was a tumor. Likely of the mammary cancerous variety. The vet was pretty certain it was malignant. He still is, although we're skipping the histopathology and hoping all is taken care of. He removed the affected teat in its entirety, as well as the surrounding mammary tissue when he took the tumor out. All this was affordable thanks to donations from my comic fans and a series of rat lovers who became alerted thanks to a campaign forged by ravyn_crescent. According to Dr. Svek, Kasumi's been a "textbook" patient, and everything has gone as it should have. She was quite the wiggleworm during the suture removal, so I ended up wrangling her, probably making the tech assistant feel very useless. Heh. The incision has healed beautifully and she is happily back in the cage with her sister.

...somehow, I managed to not update throughout all of this. Shows you how important livejournal ranks on my mind, huh? 9_9

Latest upcoming event is preparing for Connecticon. luthrai and I have been working our bums off over this one. Such that there'll have to be a lame filler instead of a comic this week, alas. But I have come this far, so far: PRINTS FOR SALE

I've ordered a dozen of each for the con, and will likely have one or two more that I will also order a dozen of. If you're not going to the Con, you're welcome to just buy them from the devART store.

I get an artist discount on my own prints, so if my dear friends want to not pay as much for them, I'll work that out with you. ^.^

...back to work.
Current Mood: apatheticdistractable
Current Music: various Rammstein
26 May 2006 @ 04:18 pm
I Am A: Lawful Good Elf Ranger Druid

Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.

Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.

Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.

Secondary Class:
Druids are a special variety of Cleric who serves the Earth, and can call upon the power in the earth to accomplish their goals. They tend to be somewhat fanatical about defending natural settings.

Mielikki is the Neutral Good goddess of the forest and autumn. She is also known as the Lady of the Forest, and is the Patron of Rangers. Her followers are devoted to nature, and believe in the positive and outreaching elements of it. They use light armor, and a variety of weapons suitable for hunting, which they are quite skilled at. Mielikki's symbol is a unicorn head.

Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)

Ze forum is up and running. Yay!
Current Mood: stressedprocrastinating
Current Music: Horse across the street...he won't stop whinnying...
22 May 2006 @ 02:48 pm
This is nothing too unusual. I usually have dreams, they usually make no sense, and I usually don't remember the majority of them. It's also been forever since I had a dream that actually followed something of a story...not since the time I got possessed and murdered about 40 sleeping sick children in a university hospital wing with a scalpel. The closest thing was a dream a few weeks back where myself and a random selection of acquaintances were trying to keep a spaceship running while a bunch of random people succeeded in mutiny and then tried to kill everyone who wasn't involved. Not so cool. They managed to kill Lys's friend Dan and Liz Crain, and almost managed to kill the whole ship when they blew out a section of glass into space. Fortunately, I discovered that I had Jedi-style mind powers and pulled the glass back together with my brain and held it there while the rest of the crew searched high and low for "shuttle glue." This was not half so hard to swallow as how depressed and upset our ship's engineer Erik Schmitt got over the death of Liz Crain. The best thing about this ship was I was apparently serving as some sort of model conceptualist. The program I had to work with was wicked cool. But hardly coherent.

However. After my neighbors finally turned their @$%& tv off around 5.45 am, I was able to sleep through a relatively coherent plot.

Dream likely induced by idolizing Tracy J. Butler's Lackadaisy Cats too much.Collapse )

In usual news, the next page is already half-way colored, and the page after it should be ready for color on Tuesday. Woo! I also have started penciling the nextest page. Warg! I am manga machine!
Current Mood: chipperchipper
Current Music: "Zoot Suit Riot" - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
16 May 2006 @ 01:53 am
Today I finished the number on my headphones cord that my dear kitty Tuyen started. He has a notorious habit of chewing cords and cables. He chewed through to the wire, but not through the wire itself. Of course, said cable was so brilliantly wrapped around the arm of my chair when I backed suddenly away from my desk. That finished the job, electrical tape or no. Needless to say, I was upset. I'm rather picky about my sound, and would sooner listen to music through my studio-grade headphones than any stereo system. They also tend to represent my personal space. I can't work without headphones, really. At first, I tried borrowing Beau's headphones, but they hurt my ears and head, so no. Then I tried plugging the speakers into my computer, but quickly got nervous about the bass bothering the neighbors. God knows why I worried about this, given that my sleeping schedule is dependent on whenever they are NOT watching their blasted TV. So I stoped working on the page and burned a cds which I stuck in my little stereo. I can turn the bass off on the stereo, you see. And I wasn't listening to it very loud. But I'm pretty sure that was the downstairs neighbors pounding on the ceiling at 4.30 pm. I sputtered and my mood worsened, but I turned the music down. Argh. To make matters worse, Beau's work e-mail randomly started blocking my e-mails to him.

Anyway, he brought a new pair home for me, but I wanted to try to fix mine first. A site informed us why our splicing efforts met with fruitlessness: Sony coats its wires to stop electricity. To fix it, we have to melt the coating off first, and apparently soldering irons aren't hot enough. Well. I have a butane lighter. It got that coating off in NO time. I felt very cool with my butane lighter, that everyone had wondered what I'd use it for. Yar. My headphones now work. Yay!

To top this sense of victory off, the next page is already half colored, and I've started penciling in the page after that. If I could have a buffer again I'd be SO pleased.

In fact, I am pleased. I finally got a collection of Enter the Haggis and Arrogant Worms from John. Better yet, he put Big Bad Voodoo Daddy on it. I had no idea he was in possession of such wonderfulness, but now I have it and am one happy kitten. ;)
Current Mood: goodcool
Current Music: "Mr. Pin-striped Suit" - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
13 May 2006 @ 08:28 pm
The other night, a very, very dark night, we drove home from Marlboro, through the fog, stuck behind a slow out-of-stater with halogen headlights. This was the first time I'd ever been behind someone with halogen lights. I'm used to being on the receiving end of them, coming from some asshole who feels no need to turn off his brights so as not to blind the oncoming traffic. No, this time, I got to benefit from the pure, white goodness. The headlights on the Subaru suck, as anyone who's been in it at night knows. I turn the brights on and which I could turn the brights on. The normal headlights don't illuminate more than 100 ft. in front of me, so I generally don't turn my brights off ever. It's not like they make it past the hoods of the incoming traffic.

But the halogens. It was like driving into a sea of clarity. I could see waves of individual leaves at the sides of the sphere of light as we passed along. I gushed and crooned at those headlights for a full half hour, while Beau pretended not to be all that impressed. Bah. Someday. Someday I will have headlights like those. Bwahahaha.
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: "Sonne" - Rammstein