May 13th, 2008

Red Rose

Theengs

Which is like "things," but pronounced with the long e.  THEEEEEENGS.  See, you've got it.

There's all this caution tape and crap on the street right by my dorm.  Buncha cops and rubberneckers and whatnot.  I couldn't tell what was going on and had to take an immense detour.  I wonder what's up.  Or what went down, more likely.  Hmm.  We periodically get the news trucks and helicopters and things.  Guess it's not much of a surprise.

Anyhoo, it's stupidly gorgeous today.  Bright sun, cloudless blue sky, etcetera.  Much too warm when you're walking around in the sun (admittedly, in the case of the highly-intelligent Tierfal, wearing jeans and a black tee shirt), but very pleasant in the shade.  I done took pictures.

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I wrote a very unusual piece yesterday, centered around a nameless soldier with severe Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.  It was drastically different from anything I've ever done -- or at least, it felt like it.  It's on deviantART again, and mature-alized for gore, so account-less people can't see it, I'm afraid.  The recipe was My Chemical Romance + a pinch of each Ceremony and Mrs. Dalloway + a base of "An American Werewolf in London."

No, I'm not high.

Really.

No, I'm serious.

I was working on more Sam and Adrian sitting by the pool, so hopefully I can throw that at you guys soon.  And the bit about them that I wrote over the weekend and finished yesterday, which is perfectly ready to be posted but for the fact that its length makes me all lazy about editing it. :P