Cerulean @Cerulean@dragon.style

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My gaming time lately is mostly spent with Portal pinball by Zen. It's unusually difficult for pinball; everything's very fast, and the list of steps required for most objectives can only be described as completely unreasonable. But it's a difficulty I respect. I like it. It helps that the Portal theme is executed well; though it isn't heavy on actual portals, it uses the characters and other elements entertainingly and much more faithfully than other licensed stuff.

I kind of wish I had forgotten it for an extra day so I wouldn't be so tempted by the thoughts of "but it's sealed, and I can cook it, and it might be fine." It's in the trash now though.

Sigh. Just because bringing in groceries is so damned complicated now, and there's a lot competing for my mind's attention, I made the mistake of leaving a half pound of deli turkey unrefrigerated for 36 hours. I guess I should throw it out without even opening it.

Yester-midnight I carried out the tense exertion of a grocery run, and later that day I received the zazzle masks I ordered a month ago so that maybe I won't have to origami and wash this one bandana every time. Then I stayed awake much too long skirmishing with the cop-lovers on imgur who drone on about "animals, looters, hurting their own cause, burning their own neighborhoods, small businesses." And I woke up at the same time tonight so I'm pretty tired.

The dynamic musical theming of Them's Fightin' Herds kind of makes me want to hear the "Paprika is winning" version of a whole bunch of tunes from other sources.

A little more Hain and the Half Coin! http://cerulean.st/hain/#new

Okay, this is enough for a start! Please go to http://cerulean.st/hain/ if you want to read the beginning of my new comic, "Hain and the Half Coin"!

Unboxed my new microwave. Inaugurating it with the free bag of popcorn I still have from when I moved in. I guess the broken one will become some kind of furniture for a while.

This is Hain. Her story begins soon in a new comic serial.

Six Fan Arts

All right, it looks like I have enough now to work with.

Okay, I will try the six character fan art challenge. Make your suggestions, but be aware that there's a lot of very popular stuff I am just not into, and I will have to skip over anything that requires more research than interests me. Responses may be picked from multiple platforms.

Since I moved here, I have shrugged off any occasional noise problems with "That's cute, but it's not like an actual literal pile driver, which I still remember having to live with." However, now that the Stompy family upstairs is home all the time, I admit that the 200th Daily Attack-The-Floor Umptathlon is wearing thin. Some events like "put more vertical energy than horizontal into crossing a room" are okay, but others get to me just by putting questions in my head because they seem to involve bowling furniture at other furniture.

Don't buy a Sharp microwave oven, I guess. This one is unusable after only two years. It's a pretty bad time for it.

Well, that went fine, and I probably got more than I need if they're going to make me go back weekly for one box of tissues. Hopefully wearing my driving gloves the whole time was good for something.

All right, it's time. I've stayed in this whole time, and I don't know what it's like out there, but I'm all out of most things and the food I have left would last me one more day. I'm going to Safeway.

My microwave oven just turned on by itself for a few brief bursts. Guess I'll keep it unplugged, but I may still use it. I don't think I can be surprised by anything anymore.

Yesterday: I can continue to live my unimpressive life in privacy, with nobody expecting me to act as if I should be doing it differently.

Today: My parents want me to install Google Duo so they can make video calls. I'll just lie here and hyperventilate for a while and try to imagine what saying no feels like.

If you wonder what I've been doing with my time, I'm trying to start an entirely new comic. I know the shape of the story, and I've given it a setting that allows me to make things up as I go.

But I don't quite have a page, because I've had some false starts creating the establishing shots. And I keep rewriting the lines that go with them. This last has stopped me in my tracks because it tells me I should use type instead of hand lettering, and I can't seem to find a font with the right voice, which has me looking at making one for myself since that is a thing I do. So instead of engaging my imagination I'm back to squinting at alphabets.

Which Obra Dinn crew are you?

I am the Purser, Duncan McCay, who stays out of everyone else's business, hides in his room when shit gets serious, and bugs out as soon as he can, clutching some books, but not quickly enough to save himself.

(There is no quiz to generate your answer for you)