It's Like He Channels Crazy Dead People....

Just popping on quick to say: on the mend - fever's gone down, not feeling quite as craptastic - and today is a massive house fixing day! So I won't be on terribly much until later.

So far we've got one door fixed, and now we're working on the lights. And I'll paint my door, too. And should be getting shelves soon for my bedroom - I have two corner pieces, I just need to put them up.

Actually, I ought to go do that.

Oh! And talia_speaks! Need to talk to you. I'll be heading down to Phoenix in the next couple of weeks....

Sent in my app for Myre at CU yesterday. *fingers crossed* Also found a bunch more pictures of her PB (a rather animalistic looking model named Anna Baliko) but I realized I have no pictures of her in her dragon form. And that there really aren't any - save for the craptastic rendering from the cover of the second book. I may end up looking for stock art of orange dragons....

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enigmablade, did you...er...arrange the TV action figures last night? O.o I'm not sure what Ichigo and Kira are doing up there, but it looks rather questionable....

SPEAKING OF! I know I said it in person last night, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY enigmablade!

Okay, back to house work!

Can't Sleep Or The Clowns Will Eat Me....

Today found our intrepid boy adventurers fixing up the homestead. After fixing doors, hanging shelves, cleaning glass and other chores, we decided to venture into The Other Shed.

The Other Shed, now known as The Shed of Ill Repute, was as of yet unexplored territory. Tucked into the back corner of Silent Hill, lacking steps, it looked frightening and dirty in the shade of gnarled trees.

But within were glimpses of possible treasure - and possible danger.

The doorway was blocked, but we quickly moved that away and Nija ventured into the shed. There was a red box. It was the sole reason we ventured inside, and turned out to be nothing but an empty red velvet box.

But there was more to be found!

Two ice boxes, hidden under pieces of boxes. An air conditioner, left to rot in the unholy wooden structure. What appears to be a cable black box, hidden under boxes and wood, tucked away in its quiet shame. And perhaps most interesting, on that first venture, an impressive hunk of a tree.

Not mere wood, but a true slice of a giant tree. That was quickly excavated and placed in front of my door for a step. Then I was called away to laundry, and Nija returned to the potential cave of wonders.

A few moments later, she trotted out rather quickly, humming in a manner most disturbing!

"Did you unearth some unholy terror out there?" I asked, worried that perhaps giant scorpions or the polar bear from Lost was hot on her tail.

"Boy did I!" was the reply.

What Nija had found, wrapped up in an old slip and slide, was one of the creepiest old porcelain dolls I have seen - a white faced jester, with large haunting eyes and a blood red smile.

He's on the porch now, and we're trying to decide what to do with him after we clean him.

Other than make him happy so he doesn't gut us in the night and steal our souls, of course.