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Gaki: writing myself Real

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It never fails

Every so often, I rise up on the cusp of this great epiphany about how I need to write more. Even in this misbegotten journal, much less my personal fiction and poetry, I'll say, "That's it! A journal entry or a page of fiction a day, no ifs ands or buts! Dammit, it's the least I can do! By the gods, I have so few talents that I MUST not slack on this one! I'm writing more starting NOW, and that's it!"

Immediately, after every time I say this, I cease to write anything for 2 -3 weeks at the least.

I really should know better.

How is everyone? Even when I forget to write, I check my friends page pretty constantly; but some of you have been quieter than others, of late. Not to name names... cough teadee, cough kingsnake, cough bjoink, cough arvakr.

Whew, goodness. Excuse me. That was quite a fit. Got any Kleenex?

AUGH! Instant Karma... I just sneezed out half my brain. I don't even know which half. It's all bad. I've been relying on my mutant healing factor to keep me out of the January flu that has consumed everyone around me. I have a tickle in the back of my throat, but I think that's from smoking and drinking too much. That's all I'm going to get. I refuse to be sick. No time for it.

Much love to spectralrain, thanks for stopping by! How's the Northwest treating you?

Kazuma Kaneko is one of my favorite Japanese designers. A beautiful eye for mythological reinvention, his best work is of course the design for the Megami Tensei series, of which here in the states, all we have seen is the offshoot game Persona 2. I will find more art for you later.

Now, with the amazing power of SCIENCE, I grant you the power to make your own Fanta Shokata Commercial. Restrain your excitement.

Wigu still knows how I feel.

Look, Net! Chimeras! Oh, who am I kidding, she never reads this. The rest of you, go check it out.

33.333333333333336% of me is a huge nerd! How about

Winter, though not truly cold here in the bay, is sort of crisp. It brings with it many echoes, echoes of moments treasured, as well as things best left behind. I think it is time to change the channel.