Ayarane Project

Once more I’m painting at 2:30am. Magic hour!
For lulz, for glory, and for its upcoming 150th episode, NSFW!

Of course, just because I’m working on this doesn’t mean I won’t take your commissions! :D!

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Holy crap, the weather got a much-needed shot in the arm. It goes from “aw hell, this air is unbreathable, AIR CONDITIONER FOREVER” to “ooh, it’s actually kinda cold and OMG THUNDER, sometimes there is the need to contact the air conditioning company and something there is no need.”

Kestine is not so freaked out by thunder and lightning, nope. All that purrbot does is just… does his usual “pet me nooooow” meow and rub his face on me inappropriately. Naughty cat.

Speaking of felines, the three newbies we picked up over a month ago are still with us, and they’re getting bigger. We still have them in isolation until they can get their shots and, more importantly, fatten up enough so they can’t squeeze through the puppy gates. Then I can take posession of the dude silver kitty and make him Kestine’s padawan sidekick. Oh yeah. You know what this means. Dual-wielding cat mode! >:D

Trees. HAPPY LITTLE TREES. Also ow my blistered feet, and these shoe inserts are sticky which makes it even more painful and argh.

The next piece, I think, will probably at least be started from my Galaxy Note and its Sketchbook app. *giggity*

So… remember those emergency foster kittens we picked up last week-ish? Turns out mother decided we’re going to keep them. It’s only been 10 days and their eyes aren’t even open, but she’s already given them names and coos over them… there’s just no way she’d be able to part with them at the 6-week mark as typical for fosters.

Not that I mind, of course– my cat bias notwithstanding, and the fact that they are ludicrously easy compared to dogs. So as long as we don’t get ratted out to Animal Control, nobody cares. :P Of course, it would be nice if I could take one of the two boys. No fair that mother gets to hog all the cats after Kestine!

Pics forthcoming; I’d like to wait until their eyes open and I can get pics of them in better lighting than the interior of a dark cat carrier. But holy crap are these doods loud when they’re hungry and MORESO when annoyed. It’s not bulldog-level, but definitely noticeable. XD

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In other news, City of Heroes is “sunsetting.” Ignoring being Neo’s “option dot” in PlanetSide for awhile, CoH was my first MMORPG after RO (whose F2P Classic server I’ve been rolling around in until MoP goes live in WoW, ahem). There’s obviously quite the uproar over CoH going dark in November. I’ve pretty much accepted its fate, and… well, as much as this makes me look like a jerk, it’s cute that people think that making all this fuss is going to accomplish anything. True, the game is still reasonably profitable, but you have to consider that by the time the news reached the playerbase, upper management had already made up its mind and there’s little that anyone’s going to be able to do about it.

I gotta give CoH props, though– it was the first game in which I could implement anything resembling a dragon transformation. I do have quite a few memories– and scars– bound to this game. The “global” development of many of my tertiary characters (particularly Phil and Leslie), encountering Legion of Catgirls, the rise of Action Cat and, yes, the entire tale of Kopii Yoshi, including her betrayal by Team Immortal. My only regrets are that there won’t be enough time to get Blastoise (“Proto Kamex” in this universe) to lv. 50, and I doubt I could persuade Neo to roll sniper Numair back out to level-cap him too. :|

Also: ACTION CAT DEFEATS THE TERRORISTS, doods. Never forget. :(

tangent: Poor Hikaru. Can’t catch a break, she’s always going to end up rolling “forever alone” no matter what game I roll her in. I’m either ditched after a couple days, or I get Kit-blocked and made to deal with Pink Hell if I want to participate. *grumble* I was wandering around in the Argiope map in iRO Classic a couple days ago and ohgod all the memories, especially those of Hikaru giving up EXP gain so Numair could get his last job level and thus classchange faster, and then the next day we went to the Assassin Guild map to finish Hikaru’s training without being bothered by Denlan. Why do I remember these things? I’m going to sleep.

This is becoming a frequent feature like Instant Ramen… let’s call it the Nom List for now, in which I post about (SOCIALLY IRRESPONSIBLE) fast food. Go me!

So with all the upheaval resulting from our unexpected kitten acquisition, there’s been virtually NO time to cook at all, and this morning mother and evil stepfather had to go pay bills and such and I get a TXT asking if I wanted munchies since for the past few of days I’d been living on leftover pizza and my emergency stash of Pringles. Usually when a food invite happens it’s for dinner, rather than breakfast. HM.

Last time I’d gotten anything out of a fast food breakfast menu was… when I got Original Dinah in ’06. McDonalds’ hotcake platter at their City of Industry location, I think. And before that? Waaaaaay back in one of the preschools I got flung around in, there was a field trip that was a tour of the city– it was a tutorial about how to use the city bus and where major city landmarks were, but it was raining that day so much of the walking part got cut out. It ended with the class going to McDonalds for breakfast and we got the hotcakes w/ sausage (and I am pretty sure this was my first time eating sausage), and I can remember back when they distributed food using the yellow styrofoam boxes. Hah!

Welp, today I looted the Sausage+Egg+Cheese McGriddle. (There’s a bacon option for those of you on Team Bacon.) If this is your first time, get two, because for virgin eaters this is going to give you a “what did I just eat? Better do it again to make sure this is as awesome as I thought it was.” I hope you can open up wide because this is one big sandwich, (big as in tall rather than wide, about as thick as, say, a Double Quarter Pounder) and it’s one of those where you can’t stop until you’ve downed the thing or else it falls apart in your hands. And yet, for what is supposed to be SOCIALLY IRRESPONSIBLE FAST FOOD, this is actually quite yummy. It’s like eating a savory marshmallow divided into layers, everything is kind of spongy. And as it goes down, you get this warm Happy Place(tm) aftertaste. Imagine a Homer Simpson-like voice all “that’s a nice sandwich.” That’s right.

You would think this is, being a breakfast sandwich, something that would need to be dunked for maximum effect (like using syrup as a pseudo-au jus) but it’s very much capable of singing on its own merits.

And that’s not the end of our food story, either. I also looted their Hash Browns (they’re OK, but fries give you more) and their Cinnamon Melts (if they look “bare,” all of the icing and cinnamon stuff sank to the bottom of the tray so dig out a hole and just shove a piece around at the bottom to pick up the icing and such).

I’m going to have to revisit this when fall and winter weather kick in so I can pair it off with hot chocolate. Oh man, THAT’s going to be fun. :D For now, I just used the carton of orange juice I had in my mini-fridge. Mmm, orange juice… *Homer drool*

TL;DR Version: Tune out your inner critic and ignore all the usual haters and EAT THAT MCGRIDDLE. It’s a savory one-way trip to your foodie zen.

Jack in the Box’s breakfast menu is totally next. Oh yeah. If croissants are involved, I am so in, because croissants make everything MORE awesome. :D

So, uh, we’ve become emergency foster cat mamas.

Mother was out walking the evil bulldogs a couple days ago, and found a trio of abandoned, literally day-old kittens in a neighbor’s driveway. (Said neighbors were either not home or asleep.) We’re talking “umbilical cord/afterbirth still attached” and two of them were tangled in a branch. It was pretty clear that their mama was not coming back for them and may have been pursued by a dog since there were dog footprints nearby.

We were going to hand these kittens over to the shelter right away since we are already way over the pet limit, but mother decided she wants to attempt to raise them at least until the 6-week minimum to increase the chances of them being taken in. We’ve confirmed that there is at least one boy(!) among them.

As it stands, we obviously can’t keep all 3 on a permanent basis. I mean, cats are easy, but… you know. Buuuut… there is a chance I may be able to take ONE of them. And I would really like another boy kitty, since Kestine is otherwise the only dude cat here, and the girls don’t seem to like me very much and are otherwise pretty, well, catty.

Still, for the next month and a half, we’ll have three squeaking little furballs. I swear they look like giant mice. And they squirm so much.