In honour of it being still far enough from Christmas/the holidays to get some American’s knickers in a knot about people going on about Christmas before annual Turkey Sacrifice Day. In honour of sleeping in and nearly missing my post. In honour of finally finishing this ridiculous felt tree I’ve been making (pics tomorrow)…
What’s your favourite holiday song/Christmas Carol?
I think mine would be Happy Xmas (War is Over).
It’s a good day when one goes swimming for an hour or a two. My new swimmers are wonderful, though if I stand near the vents in the pool my top sort of blows up to make my boobs look bigger. Not sure if this is a good thing or not. 
I clearly didn’t manage to drown or swallow so much pool water as to get chlorine poisoning, though. 
On the slightly less physically exhausting front, the vampire I’ve been playing with (Katie Dee) becomes clearer and clearer to me the more I play her, though she is confused just a little at her reactions to some of the humans that I have been exposing to her (via the lovely The Dressing Room) and despite some mild concerns about her going hungry, I don’t think that’s going to become an issue, as she has found a willing victim (normally she wouldn’t care about someone’s willingness, but tdr is special and most people never get hurt there, which is what blood loss would be considered) in Fred. A slightly warped version of Fred Weasley.
I sort of feel bad for letting her bite him. The poor doll. But he likes it, so. Er. I’m excused? 
She rather likes him, actually, which surprised me as Katie isn’t big on the interpersonal relationships that are bigger in scale than acquaintances. She keeps to herself most of the time, even though she can appear to be quite sociable it’s only to give people a false sense of security or to keep them from bugging her too much. Figures she’d pick someone submissive to like, though. If she can’t have someone who’ll keep her safe, she can know at least that while she plays with him she’s more than safe.
Extremely counter productive. Especially when I keep getting sick. Woe.
On the plus side, I’ve started working on small parts of peoples Christmas presents, and I watched the Scream Awards, which are possibly the most awesome awards show, ever. I’ve also been working on expanding a few of my characters and verses, not just the one related to NaNo.
I’m considering making magnets (marble and a few other types) maybe custom stationary/stamps, lavender sachets for drawers, nice little things as I’m making most if it by hand and a lot of people in my family keep telling me they have too much stuff. Maybe decorated candle holders? I don’t know. Ugh.
I hope everyone’s going strong! 
“Dance like nobody’s watching; love like you’ve never been hurt. Sing like nobody’s listening; live like it’s heaven on earth.” – Mark Twain.
It’s a commonly heard quote on the internet and I’m fairly sure I first heard/saw it when I used to frequent the Arwen Undomiel Forum’s back in… 2004ish. In part because Arwen, the long time webmistress of both the site and the forums made some lovely animated buttons promoting the sentiment and like all good fans we took to them like bee’s to honey.
This was my favourite, it’s linked to the page I saved it from. It still makes me smile.
Sure it’s not the whole quote, but it is the part that I’ve seen cited most often. Clearly if it is so popular Mark Twain was onto something, so perhaps it’s more of the choice way of life that many of us would like to live. A value to which we aspire. That some of us try to be like and I’d like to think that I at least give it a shot.
A smile can do a thousand wonders, after all. If anyone of you ever saw me shopping you might think my head is screwed on a little too loose because I can often be seen twirling and bouncing around the aisles as I find the things I want or need. I do this when I walk normally, too. I love to spin and twirl, I’m not opposed to skipping. Like yesterday when I said that I’m not afraid of being a little childish is true, and I think this quote is in part to blame.
I used to be utterly terrified of being seen as silly or childish, even when I was one. I thought seriousness was the key to being an adult and I wanted to grow up so bad.
I wasn’t entirely wrong, but I’m glad to say I’ve learned to sing like no one listens.
Smile, it won’t hurt you. It might even help.
And another thing to remember:
SANITY IS RELATIVE.
