Current projects:
A yet unnamed painting (60% done)

Commission/Gift:
Kiriban for ~Bleckert (planning)

Collaboration:
None ATM


It's been a busy couple of weeks. I've been preparing for and attended a local Christmas fair, moving around furniture to clear the walls for some new wallpapers, moving the furniture back... I swear, that sofa is still laughing at me for my ridiculus attempts at moving it. Who ever know a sofa could be so darn heavy? But it's finished now, and my walls are adorned with pretty new wall papers. The old ones were old and worn, and stained with nicotine, too boot.

I spoke about commissions before, if anyone remember. I'd love to open up slots for commissions, but I'm having a bit of trouble with PayPal. Now, it might be just me who can't figure out how it works, technical dumbass as I am, or something really is wrong. For some reason I can't verify my account. There's some code I need, but I can't find it. I have tried to contact PayPal but not yet gotten a reply. I do hope things will sort out in the end, because I'd love to try my hand at commissions. Not to mention I really need some extra coins in my oh so empty wallet. However, you can't make commissions without customers, and so I ask of anyone who read this to answer one question truthfully:

Would you be interested in buying art from me?

A simple "yes" or "no" will do just fine. Sometimes I get the feeling that noone is reading the journals. Which is a shame really. I don't write this for my own sake or to torture you with my horrible grammar, I write because I hope and think that it's being read. So, if you read this, I ask you to please answer the question. It'll take no more than five seconds, and surely you can spare that?

In other news, I haven't gotten around to adding the christmas cards yet, but they will be added sometime this week. Promisse!
For those who're curious, the fair went pretty well. I didn't make enough to cover all the expenses, but at least half. All in all, it wasn't a bad fair. I could have ended up with selling nothing. The small figurines were quite popular and I ended up with only three left.

Until next time... And don't forget to answer the question!

I don't know if it's sad or funny, but only one person showed interest in my little pageview contest, and he happened to win. Kind of easy if there's noone to compeate against, I guess. I can only congratulate the (lucky?) winner who gets a free picture of his choise from me.

In other news, I've not been feeling too well the last weeks. It started with bubbles in my tummy. You know, like bubbles of air moving around, causing pain and making loud noises. Sounded like I hadn't eaten for weeks. Then a slight nausea that came and gone, sometimes forcing me to throw up. On top of that, I started to loose my apetite, and if that weren't enough, my back started to hurt because I couldn't stand straight because of my tummy.

At first, I thought it was temporary and would go away. perhaps I had eaten something my tummy didn't like and was struggling to get rid of it. But after two weeks I was still feeling ill, and now, a week after that, I'm getting really worried. I'll call the hospital first thing monday morning to try to get ahold of my doctor. I'm getting all worked up, because I fear I will be hospitalized, and I'm terrified of hospitals! Well, not really hospitals, but the things they do to you there. Needles and stuff. *shiver* I hate it.

But I can't stand this pain and nausea anymore, and I'm afraid something is very wrong. I need treatment. I'm telling you this in case I'll be absent for awhile without notice.

I guess that's all for now. Once again, congratulations to my love who caught the kiriban!

Until next time...

Almost 3000 pageviews, and this time I will make something out of it!

Now, I admit, 3000 pageviews might not seem as much. At least not compared to the really popular artists who have like 3 million. But it's a start. And since I forgott about it when it was time for the 2000th, I'll make up for it by offering the one who catches the 3000th something nice. Yep, the kiriban bug had bitten me too.

It's kinda funny, I had no idea what a kiriban was until recently. I've seen the word several times on various galleries, but somehow I never made the connection to pageviews (or the likes). I just figured it was some sort of cute critter in some game, like Zelda or even Pokemon. You won't believe how hard I laughed when I realized how wrong I had been.

In any case, I've decided to offer a prize to the one who catches the 3000 kiriban. A commissioned work of your choice, may it be a sketch, line art or fully colored piece. Just send me a note with a screen capture of the counter displaying 3000 and you've won! Pretty simple, right?

I hope this will spark the interest of at least a few pepole. If nothing else, a free commission is never wrong, right?

Today is a very sad day for me. My beloved cat Manchen passed away, after 17 years of fun and fur. Truth be told, it wasn't really unexpected. He hadn't been himself for some time, but the last days he hadn't eaten at all, and what little water he drank came up again. So off we went to the veterinary hospital and after some blood tests the verdict came; his kidneys had stopped working. There was little more to do than to let him be put to sleep.

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He first came to us in 1992. A small terrified little furball that quickly found a perfect hiding spot behind a book shelf in the living room. It took hours to get him out of there, and only because he was so hungry he couldn't resist the smell of food anymore. Another hiding spot he preferred was inside the freezer. No kidding. We had an older model with a space for the cooling unit on the back, which was warm (oddly enough). There we found him on countless occasions, until he got to chubby to fit, but by that time he had accepted his new home.

Everyone wondered about his peculiar name - Manchen. What did it mean? The truth is, it doesn't really mean anything. It's a made up word, sprung from the confuzzled mind of a 12 year old (namely mine). Not everyone in the family was too fond of the name, but he listened to it, and it settled. As he got larger, a common nickname was "fatty". Yes, he was fat. He was spoiled, very spoiled. And very, very loved.

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He wasn't the bravest of creatures. In fact, he gave the expression "scaredy cat" a face. He jumped at unexpected sounds and movements, and sometimes all you had to do was look at him and he ran off. While other times you could drop a plate behind him and he didn't even flinch. He was terrified of the vaccum cleaner and hid behind the laundry bin in the bathroom as soon as he heard it being taken out. He hated his travel cage, and he was terrified of the car, so we never took him on any longer trips. Not many short one either for that matter. He hated his leash. Whenever he wore it he used to almost crawl on his belly, as close to the wall as possible so noone could see him, as if he was ashamed to be seen in it. However, as soon as we got to the safety of the woods outside our house, he leaped up into the first tree he layed eyes on. As he grew older, he was quite satisfied with the balcony rail, where he spend most warm summerdays, observing the neighbourhood.

Manchen stayed with us for 17 years. Think of it. Even for a cat who lived indoors his entire life, it's very long. I hope he lived a happy life and was satisfied with the time he spend with us. He will be sorely missed. The apartment will be so empty without him. Tonight I will dig up his favourite toy and hang it by my bed.
And this is where I stop. I needed to get this off my chest, and if you've read through all of this, then I'm truely grateful for caring, and I will leave you with two more pictures. One from last christmas, where he's guarding the presents under the tree, and the other with his favourite toy on the top of his head.

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Good night, my little prince. Sleep well.


(and because I can't figure out how to show the pictures directly, I'm forced to give you nothing more than links. Sorry.)

Sometime in september my new computer suddenly decided to play a nasty trick on me and froze up. Wouldn't work. One reboot later and I couldn't even get it to start properly. There was nothing else to do than send it to be repaired. I anxiously waited for three weeks for my monster to arrive home safe and sound.

I got it back today. Compleatly blank. They had re-installed Windows, neatly deleating EVERYTHING I had on the hard drive. The new chapters and various scenes of importance in my book, all my paintings (finished and in progress) and everything RP-related. Everything is lost. Gone. No more.

Needless to say, this fact threw me down a deep hole of something on the border of depression. I feel like giving up. Of course I hadn't had the time to do a proper back-up of the stuff. I have some bits and pieces scattered on various memory-sticks and such, but... thats not nearly enough.

Yeah, I know. All those chapters and scenes can be reweitten, and maybe be even better. I know that, but that's not the point. An important part of my life - something I've dedicated several weeks, maybe months to - has vanished. And you know what the worst part is? The repair company claims they couldn't find anything wrong with the computer!

So don't expect anything new from me in a while. I'm gonna be busy sulking and feeling sorry for myself in a corner, trying to drown my misery in candy and coca cola.