Christmas

Journals, Cookies, and Zombies! Oh my!

Okay, I should have written this blog ages ago, but I’m feeling rather frayed around the edges. Christmas, family and forced socialization does that to me. Anyway, I have a plethora of things to talk about starting with a CONGRATULATIONS TO BOTH HAVOC AND PAUL MAGNAN for winning the Zombie Santa contest. Since there were only two entrants, I decided to paint one for each of them. Paul has already received his and Havoc will get his shortly.

Next up there are a few new journals in the gallery.

A traditionally bound journal covered in cloth.

A traditionally bound journal covered in cloth.

I really like how the bear came out.

I really like how the bear came out.

And finally, the annual parade of Christmas Cookies That Need to be Explained

Rainbow Cluck and the unnamed bug eyed rainbow cat were two spectacular cookies this year.

Rainbow Cluck and the unnamed bug eyed rainbow cat were two spectacular cookies this year.

What a beautiful tree! Too bad one of the candles caught the tree.

What a beautiful tree! Too bad one of the candles caught the tree.

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The poor tree.

Finally we have Simon Cat. There is no explanation necessary.

Finally we have Simon Cat. There is no explanation necessary.

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A Contest!

In the spirit of Christmas (and my distaste for certain Wal-Mart items) I am making a zombie Santa ornament, and you can win it. How? Comment below and me how you would avert a Christmas (Hanukkah, Kwanza, Yule, or any other holiday in this time period) zombie apocalypse. You have until the 20th to post. If there are more than 30 responses, I will do a second one (probably a Lovecraft themed Santa instead of another zombie). The five best entries will be decided upon by me and the winner will have their name picked out of a hat/bowl/other object by a random member of my family. One post per person, please.

And I’m not looking for a novel here, a paragraph or two would be perfect. I just want something to make me smile after spending time with certain members of my family.

Pictures of Zombie Santa the work in progress:

Creepy Wal-Mart Santa stares at you with soulless eyes. Clearly anything I do to him can only be an improvement.

Creepy Wal-Mart Santa stares at you with soulless eyes. Clearly anything I do to him can only be an improvement.

A new skin tone really helps Santa, don't you think?

A new skin tone really helps Santa, don’t you think?

Zombie Santa is mostly finished. I'll add one last picture tomorrow, a good one taken with a real camera, that will show the final touch ups.

Zombie Santa is mostly finished. I’ll add one last picture tomorrow, a good one taken with a real camera, that will show the final touch ups.

HO! Hoooo! Ooooooh! Uuuuuh...braaaaiiiins...

HO! Hoooo! Ooooooh! Uuuuuh…braaaaiiiins…

Remember, post me something by the 20th!

Christmas Cookies (And their explanations)

I will need to send a note of explanation with some of the cookies this year. While this is not unusual (See last year) we have some new additions to our family of weird cookies.

Here are

Here are all this years cookies. Please note that they are piled two and three deep.

We, of course, have a couple of repeats. Here is Osama bin Chicken, back again.

The very old tradition of the rabid scotty dog. It's been a holiday tradition since my mom was a kid.

And of course the killer rabbit.

New this year, we have two stars in honor of last night's eclipse. On the left is a supernova, on the right is a black hole.

The cookie on the right was supposed to be a lighthouse. I was told it looks like a death ray. The squirrel on the left (with a flamethrower) must be responsible.

This is my attempt at a dragon.

This one is titled "I can haz Cheezburger?". And the answer is yes, yes you can.

Last but not least we have the "diabetes special". Guaranteed to give you diabetes if you don't already have it.

Remember, if you can’t tell your left from your right, proof reading is a great idea.

One Week (aka-I’ve been slacking off)

I realized today (yes, very, very early today in the wee hours of the morning) that I have one week left. Yes, one week and I ship off again for Williamsburg. My last semester is at hand. And I’m Not Ready. I have far more to do than I wanted to at this point. No, at this point I remember saying that I wanted to be submitting stories to markets. I’m sure you can tell I’m not. I have a mile long To-Do list (Oh, this isn’t so long, my mother says, looking at it. No, it’s not that long, but some of those items are going to take half a day or more. And I don’t have enough half days left!). Edits have been pushed to the back burner. Again. Instead I’m going to be doing my darndest to finish the first rough draft of The Place of the Canter (TPotC). That poor story has been neglected. Actually all my poor stories have been neglected. I do have a good reason. A very good reason. One that I’m not ready to share with my general reading audience yet as it’s still very new to me. That doesn’t excuse me to my poor stories, though.

So, since I seem to be so fired up, what did I do today? Well first I washed my hair. I hope you all remember that my hair is long, thick, has a mind of it’s own (as well as a name), and did I mention it was long? Yes, it takes an hour to wash my hair, but it feels so good now that it’s clean (and it’s so soft)! After that I started lunch-tomato soup. We have enough tomato soup to stock us through the apocalypse. Or perhaps to cause the apocalypse (tried this joke earlier on Dad and didn’t get much of a reaction). I also started writing down my inner monologue. Hopefully it will be useful for blog writing. Now I just need to get my voice recorder working so I don’t have a trillion little scraps of paper lying around where I can’t find them when I need them (the soup joke was from one such scrap that I did manage to somehow keep track of). While the soup was heating I started to write my thank you notes from Christmas. Luckily I didn’t have that many, and they have all now been written.

What other riveting adventures have I had today? You must be asking with rapt attention. The rest of my day was spent making a plushie. Well, technically two plushies. No, no, it’s not for me. Stop giving me that look! One of my friends asked for a Hojo plushie for Christmas (think FF7. She has a habit of wanting to give the bad guys hugs and make them not so evil). It’s a little late (Little?!) but he’s uber cute. That makes up for it, right? Well, if it doesn’t then the Sepheroth mini plushie (that is in my opinion even cuter) has to! Plushies take a long time, though. I finished the mini-plushie near 3am (I wanted to be in bed around 2am if that gives you any clue). And here I am, writing a blog when I’d rather be sleeping. I’m probably going to carry a cup of soda and my notebook upstairs to see if I can’t get in some quality time with TPotC.

Remember, Dad’s aren’t good judges of jokes. Just look at the ones THEY tell after all!

PLEASE COMMENT!

Holidays in New Jersey (aka-A Slapdash Entry)

This is a very quick entry for the blog, mainly because I should have been in bed 45 minutes ago and I’m getting up again in about seven hours (which might not sound bad to you, but I’d prefer a couple more hours of sleep now that I’m finally starting to catch up on what I lost this past semester). I’m going shopping tomorrow with my grandmother, mother, and aunt. I fear I might need prayers and lots of them. They all have such different tastes and interests from me, lord help us if there’s anything we all want to buy (the world may end). I’m sure it will still be a fun experience (shopping with my grandmother is always a workout anyways).

What have I been doing and why haven’t I been online? Well, I was travelling on the 26th. We got in at dinner time and when straight over to my grandparent’s house. Most of the family was there and we had a great time talking, and playing a game (the cousins were all at a table together because there wasn’t room for us at the big table. We get the party table so it doesn’t bother us.) It was LATE when we got back. Last night was a fancy party to celebrate my grandfather’s 85th birthday. Had a very nice time at it and once again got back late. And then when I called a friend I heard about sh*t hitting the fan over at the forum I’m a mod for. Was NOT happy. Therefore I logged on earlier this morning and..well I wasn’t too polite. In fact you could say I was rather cranky. Hopefully I got my point across, though. And then I went off to my Grandmothers where I worked on my newest short story.

So! When last we left our neurotic writer, she was itching to write something, but didn’t know what to write! I had an odd dream on the day after Christmas (that would be the day we left) and have been struggling ever since to get it into a writable form. I’ve managed to transcribe the dream, and finish the prewrite. I’m currently working on the rough draft of the story. It’s going slowly (mostly because I’m a git who is easily distracted by a myriad of things and forgot to bring her MP3 player from the hotel), but I can pretty much assure you that at least the hand written first first draft will be completed by the time I get home. Hopefully I can then either start reading or start editing (probably editing..I haven’t read for this long, why start now?).

Anyway, I’m off to bed. See you all later. There might or might not be new posts until I get back to Virginia.

Remember, mediating my family’s disputes is actually less stressful than college. Who would have know.

Comments are appreciated. They make me feel loved.

Merry Christmas! (aka-I’m TIRED!)

Been a long couple of days and I’m exhausted. I was doing wrapping in rounds since not all our gifts are opened at the same time, and I still just barely made it. The fact that mom and I were finishing up the cookie trays earlier this afternoon didn’t help. As I lay here now, though, everything that had to be done for today and the next few days is done. I’m officially on break. Or something like that.

I hope everyone else got what they wanted. I got the big thing I’d pointed out to my parents-a laser jet printer (I have in fact been fawning over the old, and now probably defunct laser jet printer my parents own for quite sometime. I even tried hooking it up to my own computer to see if I could install the proper drivers and get it printing. Didn’t happen, even with the proper drivers. I think its saying something to the effect of “I’m old and tired. Leave me alone.”) For those of you who don’t know, laser jet printers use a toner cartridge instead of an ink cartridge. The difference there is that a toner cartridge costs more but prints MANY more sheets than an ink cartridge would. Now all I need to do is worry about paper.

In the way of things to be printed/stories, I haven’t done much. I’ve been recording dreams at a somewhat steady pace for the Dreamscape stories, but I only get dreams I can use about once every two weeks. And really that’s all I’ve had time for since October. Now, though, I suddenly find myself with quite a bit of free time. Or well, more free time to think about write than I had when I was at school. I find myself wanting to write, and wanting to do so badly. At the same time, I have a MOUNTAIN of books that need to be read (including books from Last Christmas that I never got around to reading). I want to read, but I want to write more. The only problem there is that I don’t know exactly what I want to write. Oh well, I guess we’ll have to see what happens on the really long car trip tomorrow.

And now I’m exhausted after what has been a good, but a long couple of days, so I’m turning it. I’ll check in with you guys later. Night.

Remember, knowing what you want to write makes the whole process go faster.

Comments are appreciated. They make me feel loved.

Christmas Cookies (aka-Cookies That Need Explanation)

After baking yesterday, we were all set to decorate today. Right? Right?! Yeah about that. In the twenty four hours between when the cookies were made and when mom and I were ready to decorate them 11 of the COUNTED cookies disappeared. Dad says he only had 2 my brother swears he only had 3. Where did the remaining 6 go? Must be House Spirits. Yeah. So, since it’s late and I have to get up relatively early to go with my mom into the nearest city, here some lovely pictures.

First we have the whole spread. What do you think. Enough cookies for you?


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Here’s a close up of our assembly lined cookies. They came out pretty well if I do say so myself.

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More assembly lined cookies. This time decorated by my mother. They look good, right?

Mom made these for my Uncle. He thinks us country folk all like our farm stuff...


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These are for my diabetic uncle. He won’t stop eating sweets, but I thought I’d help him by giving him something with a little less frosting.
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These are the Cookies That Need Explanation. Most of these cookies are traditional ones. You have your standard frozen to death zombie reindeer, a ninja star, the killer rabbit from Holy Grail, a ‘goth’, a ‘demon’, what my brother claims to be a missile, a ghost and a bomb. All were made with standard cookie cutters and decorated as you see here. I’ll let you figure out what started as what.
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Osama Bin Chicken. There is no possible explanation.
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Remember, if you think YOU are weird, there’s always someone out there who can prove you’re actually completely normal with Christmas Cookies.

Comments are appreciated. Even if they tell me I’m nuts.