Month: June 2013

  • And Now, We Wait

    And Now, We Wait

    I finished in 11th place when voting ended – which is really good as I was still in the top 30. The 30 who move on will be judged on multiple factors, voting is just one of them (so placing is no guarantee) but I also got a lot of likes and comments and views…

  • NEW BUTTONS!

    NEW BUTTONS!

    These are way cuter. Find them (and a blog code) over at Short Division. And don’t forget to vote!

  • Vote for Me!

    Vote for Me!

    I found out while on vacation and internet-less that I made it. I’ve been trying frantically to stay on top (walking around for any semblence of data so I could tweet a tweet that I drafted hours before – it was a nightmare). I need to be in the top 30 for the first round…

  • The Acceptance Chronicles: hey there's a new one!

    The Acceptance Chronicles: hey there's a new one!

    I haven’t been able to draw in a week due to this lovely feeling of being run-over by a truck and allllllll of my dexterity disappearing (you should have seen me trying to move a cup, it was ridiculous). So Today, when my brain wasn’t fuzzy, the truck decided to start moving off of me…

  • Feminism and Women in Games

    Feminism and Women in Games

    I am a gamer-girl. I fly under the radar, and I never have Xbox chat open. Honestly, I never interact with random people in game and I completely ignore trade chat. So, I’ve never experienced the bullying and misogyny that many other gamer-girls have. But I have noticed, the lack of (well written) women characters…

  • -5 to all stats

    -5 to all stats

    28 days or so they say my body disconnects from me I feel as though my entire being turns into my enemy I lose focus I lose movement I lose the ability to sleep peacefully my body seems to plot to take this opportunity to stick it to me “Fuck you!” it seems to yell…

  • Because of What It Means (and the story I'm afraid to draw)

    Because of What It Means (and the story I'm afraid to draw)

    I. red stain on pink in a tree in the summer doing homework pointing everyone knew everyone noticed everyone but her embarrassed she ran terrified stained ashamed not just because the publicity of the moment because of everything it meant everything she hoped to avoid adults were proud kids were worried she didn’t even know…

  • In which I write (really bad) poetry

    In which I write (really bad) poetry

    Empath I believe in empaths and telepaths – like the ones you see on star trek. I believe that energy connects everyone, regardless of our awareness. I feel energy from people I don’t know, I feel the energy of arguments that aren’t even heated. I feel the sads of people trying to communicate and making…

  • Melancholy Muses

    Melancholy Muses

    You know what peeves me lately? lazy writing. It’s bothered me quietly since the 7th season of Doctor Who aired and the writers wrote the characters completely out-of-character, and then started off with a badass new companion and went back to writing her lazily and helpless. Watching Fast and Furious 5 and 6 (and reading…