crystal_sun396: (brain eatingz)
You know the drill. No icon shuffling this year, and I'm not listing everything out again.

The Night Watch wiki page has been moved, the Universal Day of the Jedi page has been deleted, and Tolkien Reading Day has been moved to March 25th. And there has been only one other Disc acknowledgment on my Flist this year. (You all remember [ profile] tmoh what drawed the Teatimes?) All is quiet - how odd. Wonder what this means. Likely nothing. For yet another change of tune, this year, A is dead! Woe, etc.

Have a safe trip, Lily-my-love. Happy anniversary-like thing.
crystal_sun396: (zombies)

Overcoming Vitalism in an Alive-biased Society!!!

3:45 Walked from the school to the EMT building in the afternoon to be an active participant in the community and an asset to our great town. I tap the code into the door and enter the ambulance garage. Ambulances use to remind me of the oldest location of my church which was half ambulance garage, half tiny random building at the opposite side of a four lane street. Now they just make me think of zombie-love, but whatever. No one else is there.

4:00 A guy shows up. Actually, we're suppose to start at 4, but I chose to go early because it's much easier to walk to the building than make my mother escort me to and eventually from a building 15 minutes away - for a rough total of an hour. Other volunteers are suppose to be coming at 7. Anyway, this guy. Let's call him John. He is deliciously ironic, without being sarcastic (Thank you APLA teacher today for that distinction). He actually paints for a living but he is volunteering in this case, so he brings not only a wealth of experience to compensate for my total lack (watercolors etc are not quite the same), but also a few brushes and the white we are to use to paint over the white wall. ...But the new color is lighter. John is 24 years old, apparently played video games through college, including RE, and can stand to listen to an immature highschooler chatter about fictional zombie plots with no evident sign of boredom. Has some suggestions along the lines of a character based off of himself. I take to him very quickly.

We cut the first room (line the edges in preparation for the rollers), him on bottom, I on... side. 'Tis great fun, and part way through, I pop into the second room in order to remove all the chairs and desks. No small feat and I am quite proud - I need these small reminders that I am not always a pudgy grey lump onna swivel chair. Resume cutting.

4:30:-ish. Company shows. I am tired, slightly paint splattered, exhilarated. The drive to create is upon me and I have permission from John to paint designs on the bricked walls, which will not appear lumpy after the rollers pass through. He himself was apparently making Bob Ross styled happy little lines in a corner. I am dreaming zombies (ugh, not new news by now) and have access to a pail of paint, a brush, and giant concrete canvases. Brief imitation of Reg Shoe with a paint can, in celebration of Discworld, RERP, and revolutionary speeches everywhere.

"Rise up!"

"Undead: NOT un-person!"


"Stand up and be counted!"

It's probably the closest thing I'll ever come to graffiti, but it was very amusing as more and more people began to arrive. Some went at them with rollers (I filled in unreached indentations with my faithful oversized brush) and they were starting on the second room by the time I left, at 7. Am still speckled white, in spite of shower. I had a pretty good time. ... And one day, I hope to make a John the Painter who paints over the world's blood (or coffee?!) splattered sets so they can be reused in the next scene.

Reaper Man!

Jun. 4th, 2006 01:24 am
crystal_sun396: (color & light)
Lookit lookit!

It's Reaper Man Flick! )

Actually, bet half of you have seen it already.

EDIT: It's not working. Is it. ... Rats. You can follow the linky.
crystal_sun396: (sunset)
And I spam your FList yet again. However, I feel it is of worthy note that [ profile] lily22 has just murdered me. Or [ profile] teh_ah_tim_eh has. Whichever. *explodes* <3

...That is all. Kthxbye
crystal_sun396: (dreaming)
The other day, I had a dream which seemed like a slight continuation of this one. In that I saw Teatime again. No, my subconscious is not fixated on someone… er, something

He was older this time, but still mostly in character. (I don’t think his shirt was black so not entirely IC. Plus he didn’t kill me.) No saliva swapping this time, we just shook hands. *stupid grin* I liked his hands. Slim, pale, with long fingers… kind of like pianist hands. And very very strong.. I think he could have crushed my hand if he wanted to (not if he was angry, just if he felt like it. See? In character). He smiled a lot; he has a nice smile. Face was still disconcerting, though. Eye definitely there (or rather, not) this time. I'm babbling now, aren't I.

There were other vague bits to the dream, involving another world which was a strange mix of whimsical and terrifying. Probably more of the latter. Both of these dreams were rather disturbing; I’m always so scared of him, but so attracted at the same time. I think the word I’m looking would be “thrilling”. Wossname. *happy sigh*


Jul. 31st, 2005 04:52 pm
crystal_sun396: (dreaming)
Had the strangest dream this morning. Dreams. The first one, I was arguing with my mother and ended up waking myself up by sleep saying (talking?) "No no no. Noon is just 12- er midday. It doesn't matter if it's sunny or not, it's still noon!"

In the second one, I kissed Jonathan Teatime. That is, the one from Hogfather. >_< The first part was blurry; I remember he was being really creepy but friendly (Teatime-style) and we were talking on a rooftop. I think he may have killed someone. Or someones. Creepy. He was younger than when he appeared in the book. I don't know if he had lost his eye yet, but I do remember it was really uncomfortable looking directly at his face. Then we and litsares (I have no idea) and MnM went to some store. (It sold candles and I get the impression the cashier lady was really bored) Somehow or other, psychotic assassin and I ended up backstage (I know, right? What stage?) and then we kissed. It was really awkward and not at all romantic. A bit wet. Certainly very strange. *stupid grin* Still liked it though.

I have an essay to be working on. I guess I better hop to it.

EDIT: Darn it! Now I can't stop thinking about him. It's really silly, this. I want him! <3 to read a fic about his Grand Sneer.

EDIT: Yay! [ profile] dreya_uberwald says she can write it for me! ^___^


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