A question: WTFXIGBAR? [link]
Was this the Xigbar we were looking for, or te one that looked exactly like him, but wasn't? >>

A Much More Coherent Rant About My Camera:
I know, the three people that activly watch me know nothing of this, and were probably no where near Toronto last weekend, but I hope, somehow, someway, you, yes you, the person who saw my crappy, overpriced, low-resolution camera lying on the ground, or in the hotel, and picked it up, and decided to keep it, eventually come across this.
I hope you enjoy having the only remaining pictures of my cat since he was a fluffy ball of legs and fur, I hope you enjoy the photographic evidence of what a shit job my building's management does in fixing their apartments, after all, I'm sure when mom goes up to complain to head office to get a rent refund, her word will be just as good as a picture. I hope, you find a special place for all the pictures of my friends in compromising posistions (sadly, none of them drink, so we have no excuse for those), and I hope you really enjoy buying batteries because that thing goes through them like crazy.

Yes, I hated that camera, yes, I should have kept it in my ow bag instead of shoving it in someone else's, and probably should have kept a closer eye on it. And yes, the fact that I'm in a library getting a headache from the flourescent light hum, and surrounded by people that keep coughing up phlgm, and making weird squeaky sounds with their teeth is making me just a bit more pissed off then usual, but I am trying hard not to bring threats of death into this.

But I am pissed. I'm going away, on vacation, to a spot that's actually a desirable travel-too area, for the first time in 16 years, and I don't have a camera. My camera was a piece of a crap, that mom got ripped off on, but it was only camera I could afford.


Less-Coherent Anime North Report;
So, Anime North, that thing I go to every year, but never bothered making a proper costume for, until this year?

Fucking Win.

Paper mache may seem like a good idea when you have three days to make two giant ass (they were almost as tall as me! =O) chakram things, until you take them for a two hour bus ride. Also, it's not a good idea to try and leap dramatically across a ditch while holding said giant chakrams /after/ spending several hours taping spikes back on after the bus ride. And dear lord, I hate Axel's hair, but I have a newfound appreciation for cancerous cans of hairspray.

Fuck this computer keeps making the little courser disappear, forcing me to click on the screen again. Damn you library computers!

Possibly due to the heat stroke from running around in 20-ish temps and all day sun wearing a leather raincoat, I have almost no memory of the week end. I vaguely remember ninjaing around a hotel so a room mate could avoid their online stalker, being woken up by another roommates snoring at 5a.m., and going down to get pre-dawn coffee from the Tim Hortens (FYI-smog makes sunrise pretty), buying a fuckton of art from artist alleys (Which was apparently taken over by half of my DA watchlist), being chased down by an extremely aggressive and fast nocturnal free-hugger, engaging in a conga-line at the second AN rave, getting kicked out of said rave for trying to walk back in with the drinks we got while /inside/ the dance, and getting free advil from Ouran highschool cosplayer that wanted a hug.

No pictures, because I lost my camera. Hopefully, it's in the hotel lost and found, and I can get it back before mom finds out. >>;


Oh, and computer is still broken. Which is possibly a good thing considering the amount of WTF art I'm been churning out without internet or..you know..colors to distract me. Which of course, you will all be subjected to once I get a working scanner again. Fear the day that happens. Fear it I say! D<