...And, apologies all 'round for the long absences. As some already know, I had a dangerous little "episode" where the mental state hit the skids, and it was SCARY... for the people watching, because they didn't know what to do with a 200lb plus dragon falling into that "suicide hole" I illustrated a few weeks back.

The rash of suicides just after August didn't help, either. *sighs*

I never wanted to die, I have to stress that. It was more of a compulsion, if you can believe it, where the urge to do something, anything, in my sadness and rage, to get SOMETHING TO CHANGE, was getting hard to fight off.

Ok, so I'm on drugs. I'm in therapy with a very cool lady who asks some interestingly pointy questions. I LIKE that sort of shit. If you can imagine a Zen Monk in a cute sweater and a "wind blown" hairdo, then you probably have a good idea of what she's like.

Both treatments seem to be helping, somewhat. I still get moodz, but at least I have some control over how I react to them, whereas before, I just flipped my shit and curled up in a miserable, weepy ball. The nightmares and sleeplessness are easing up- yay. My mate still loves me after all the grief I've been putting him through- double yay. I was bitchy, beyond irritable, even though I was trying SO HARD to NOT bother people with my down feelings/failings, and doing what I could, to the point of biting my tongue- literally- to keep myself from roaring and throwing things at people like my mother used to do when she was on a tear...

I'm not afraid of my studio any more- awesome. I've even been able to go in there pretty solid for the last couple of weeks and just WORK. Mostly cleaning and taking anything out that doesn't involve commissions or work for conventions. I've been slowly increasing the hours I spend in there, and getting to eight hours and not being utterly tired out by it is a nice feeling to have back again.

I know, that's a dubious "achievement" for some- they can bite me. When they can understand what a hell-storm of a childhood I had to put up with, they'll likely be fucking AMAZED that I'm still alive after forty years of almost nothing but painful memories. PTSD doesn't begin to cover it as a diagnosis... *shudders* Being able to work at ALL IS an achievement when everything you grew up with told you that you will be a failure, a loser, unwanted, un-respected, even hated, that you'll join the first cult that came along because you are THAT stupid and gullible (irony: the person who said that joined a VERY cultish form of Christianity less than three years later), end up in a ditch somewhere, a druggie, a waste of skin, and anything else that life could come up with to re-enforce how worthless I was.

So, I'm getting better. I'm NOT "cured". There really is no "cure" for this thing, because it's a "lovely" combination of two different types of chemical mood-disorders and a chronic form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. What fun. We can help with the PTSD, and medicate the mood-disorders, but it's very likely that if I go off the meds, or don't find the right ones, I will be pretty much back where I started. Wee.

My enthusiasm for this is underwhelming.

So I'm working again on FC stuff and commissions. I won't give any promises on when things will be finished- I seem to suck at that sort of prediction, so I'm not gonna do it any more- but things are at least moving again.

And, omigawdz, the volume of output I've been doing over just the last two days has been amazing. I'm going to have some gorgeous, some cute, some uh, rather creepy pieces to post soon...

And, in celebration, some silliness, even hilarity. I yoinked this meme off of  silverone because her responses to it are unbelievably gut-bustingly funny. That woman should write for comedy, I swear, she's beyond good:

1. How old will you be in five years?

Old. Ok, I'll be 48. Yup, I've hit middle age- now, GET OFF MY LAWN!

2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?

My computer screen *twitch twitch* (I'm keeping Silver's answer, 'cuz it's true, but with the additions of  kanis being next to me fixing his Mac, and Diva, my little grey kitty sitting on my monitor because it's warm and the house is an icebox, currently.)

3. How tall are you?

I could give a Hobbit a run for his money.

4. What do you look forward to most in the next six weeks?

Finishing some commissions and attending Further Confusion.

5. What's the last movie you saw?

"Fast Food Nation"- a bitterly realistic (in some ways, anyway) and cynical picture of the lives of people involved with a McDonald's-like burger company and the meat-packing plant that provides their meat. I had to laugh when my father-in-law griped that the film was too slow and didn't seem to have any plot. Yeah, sure, dad, if it doesn't have some sly detective, Michael Baysplosions or Auteur European art-film flavour, it doesn't have a plot. Besides, he asks constant, utterly stupid questions during EVERY movie he sees, that, if he was actually paying some attention, he'd understand what was going on. Seriously, NEVER take this man to a movie-theatre- the other patrons will want to kill him ten minutes into the feature. That, and he listens to any thing on his TV-screen at ear-bleed volume- or, he nods off every five minutes or so. Yer a sheer genius and you aren't going deaf- but the rest of us are. This man is a retired Electrical Engineer... LOL

6. Who was the last person you called?

My doc, for more crazy meds.

7. Who was the last person to call you?

 stego_saurus , I think.

8. What was the last text message you received?

I use text so seldom, I can't be bothered to recall something that happened more than a month ago.

9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail?

Dunno, I don't do that either.

10. Do you prefer to call or text?

E-mail. If I must use one of those bacteria-factories people call phones, I make the call as short as possible. Ok, my real reason is that I hate sounding like an utter dork: "Uh, hello? Um, I need a refill on my, um, my....(pause while I kick the boiler on my steam-powered brain) yeah, that prescription..." Doc: "which one?" Me: "Ummmm, the one that keeps me from jumping off a bridge when I remember how many stupid people are living in this town who have fallen for the magical, dictatorial Sky-Daddy because it's easier to do that instead of think for themselves." Doc: "Ah, that would be the Wellbutrin, then." Me: "Yup! That's the one! *is glad to have gotten through another mentally-taxing phone call* Seriously, I really hate the things- I become a complete moron when one of those brain-sucking, parasitic pieces of plastic and circuits contacts my ear...

As for the religionistas, it seems like there's a fecking church- mostly of the rabidly scary, evangelical kind- at most of the major intersections in this little burg. Believe it- there's four within a half-block of each other downtown, and I think there might be a couple more smaller ones tucked away in houses, somewhere. "Shh! Don't talk about them- they're in disguise..." How many churches does a wee town of 10K people really NEED? O______o

11. What were you doing at 12am last night?

Watching my dragon playing "inFamous2"... and enjoying it.

12. Are your parents married/divorced?

Yes. It's complicated...

13. What time did you wake up today?

At two-thirty in the AM, then five-forty, then six-something, then finally around eight-thirty and I gave up on sleeping.

14. What color are your eyes?

LAZER BEAM!!! (<--- Silver's answer) Actually, they seem to be rather changeable, depending on what colour is near my face, or what emotion I'm feeling. Golden when I need to kill something, probably some brain-dead FOX dupe and follower of Zombie Jesus spouting their supposedly "moral" reasons for not wanting gays to have the same rights as any other adult. A really neat bright green when I'm happy 'cuz the Universe just gave me a cookie- such as that same follower of Zombie Jesus and uncritical FOX-adherent being charged with paedophilia...

15. What are you wearing right now?

Bottom to top: 2 pairs of sox, jeans, 3 long-sleeved shirts and a hoodie, a lot of silver jewellery with dragons on it, big-ass ear-spools (a really neat leopard jasper, at the moment. When I gauge up, I have a pair of pretty denim-lapis ones), my glasses. Did I mention it was cold up here in the Himalayas? OK, I'm actually in the San Bernardino Mountains. But, it's still freezing- the insaniac wind-storm out there is sucking all the warm away at about 60 miles an hour... Scares the frak outta me, too. Trees, EVERYWHERE, and any one of them could decide to uproot itself and fall on my house... LOL

16. What’s your least favorite part of sex?

Eesh, you don't wanna know. It has to do with smells- I have a redonculous sense of smell, some days...

17. Do you like Christmas songs?

The older ones that were stolen from the Pagans, or nothing newer than the late seventeen-hundreds, or even earlier- preferably Renaissance. None of that "Jingle Bells, la la la" garbage. And the latest jazzy version of same made me want to put a hole through a wall. (Black Friday at Macy's. Weee! My first one, and I survived intact. Well, I think I lost some sanity, but then, I didn't have much in the first place)

18. Do you have a favorite place or places?

Mountains with forests on 'em, more forests (Muir Woods- check it out. Seriously), deserts in spring, big beaches with a lot of splashy surf and rocks for them to crash against- beach-combing at low tide is awesome on ones near the oldest cities, especially if they had a glass factory nearby- the beach-glass is awesome.

19. Do you have a last favorite place or places?

My mother's house. Not because of the person of my mum, but because she smokes two packs a day of the raunchiest, cheapest, most disgusting things I've smelled in my life. I think I mentioned earlier something about that super-sniffer of mine? Actual conversation between me and the Mother-Unit: "Geez, Mum, yer chaining those effing things! (she was smoking one to a stub, while another waited in her fingers, ready to be lit) You really should cut down on 'em, ya sound like a barking seal! (she had a lung-infection she'd caught from her hubby- another smoker, his vice being cigars- and was hacking up bits of lung onto the floor) Mum: "I'll be ok (picks up an object from the table), I have my inhaler." *head-desk, hard, several times- it didn't help* Me: "ugh, Mum, if you didn't smoke that junk, you wouldn't need to USE a fucking inhaler! Seriously, I don't want to see an epithet on your gravestone reading, 'preferred her cigarettes to living!'"

20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere?

The glass-beaches of Hawaii, Polynesia, Portugal and England. Maybe Bali and India to round things off (not for glass). Oh, and Japan- I have relatives there. >^___^<

21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?

Comfortably ensconced in my mountain lair with my mate, growing our own food, generating our own power with solar and wind, possibly hunting and working on the fortifications that we'll probably need to keep out the zombies and road-warriors, if things keep going the way they are (damned corporations, buying our politicians just so they can keep screwing us and wrecking more of the planet).

22. Do you tan or burn?

I go a lovely, rich, golden brown... that fades in two months if I don't go out during winter. *grouches about it, because it's the only way people will believe she has any Native ancestry*

23. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

Au Natural, if the furnace is working...

24. Would you ever wear a thong?

No. If I want my twat flossed I'll go to my gynecologist (<-- Silver's response is too cool to delete) I've actually worn one, and I have to agree: I just canNOT understand how people don't lose their minds at the sensation of a piece of string rubbing their anal fuzz-ring the wrong way. Drove ME bonkers.

25. How big is your bed?

Not big enough to accommodate two sprawling, toss-and-turn snoozers. I think we need a bigger bedroom, too. Dragons just need a lot of snoring space.

26. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?

The Step-Monster, and since he showed up often enough, that prediction was generally valid. :angry:

27. Do you have a laptop or desktop computer?

Several... Of each. We need 'em for our respective jerbs.

28. What was the last thing that really made you laugh?

The two-month old journal that  silverone had posted containing this meme. Really- she's effing hilarious.

29. What color are your sheets?

Currently? A blah sort of beige with blah goldish swirlies on it. It used to look brighter, but a hundred washings can fade a thing, ya know?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Three- one's my hubby, another is stuffed dragon, and... the regular sort. . Who needs more than that?

31. What is your favorite season?

Don't really have one- I like 'em all. Well Spring in California has a special place in my heart. >^___^<

33. What do you like about winter?

It's pretty, fun to watch the chipmunks romp around in it, it's pretty, it's gawdz-awfully hard to paint, and did I mention it's pretty?

34. What do you like about the summer?

I can go outside and work in the garden! Mind you, I do that in spring, too.

35. What is your favorite aspect of spring?

Getting dirty with soil and starting my compost pile. Yeah, I'm boring. LOL

36. How many states/provinces have you lived in?

Manitoba, British Columbia, and California.

37. What cities/towns have you lived in?

The murder-capital of Canada, Winnipeg *sighs for her home-town*, a logging town with eight shut-down wood/pulp mills in B.C called Merritt, Valley Village (somewhere between the arse-hole of North Hollywood and dry, dusty and boring as hell Van Nuys), and Crestline, the only flaw here being the religionistas I earlier mentioned. Man, there are a LOT of True Believers in this place- the kind that listen to creeps like Bob Larson, that blow-hard dude who does the stadium-filling Harvest meet-ups (every other vehicle I see up here has one of those fucking stickers advertising the thing on it, and they're almost always a truck) or Glenn Beck (yeah, I sometimes think that cretin is trying to start his own repulsive little, hate-mongering, fear-inducing, muckraking religion to shit on anyone he doesn't like (IE; anyone with a darker skin than his or less wealthy... Oh, wait, we already have one like that, and it went mainstream almost two-thousand years ago).

38. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?

Whatever the season dictates. Right now, it's colder than the Koch brother's hearts, so I'm wearing two pairs of socks. They aren't helping, much.

39. Are you a social person?

When I'm on my meds, yes...

40. What was the last thing you ate?

A Young Earth Creationist (I so wanna leave Silver's reply here- it's made of awesome). Though, latey, I've had a yen to nom every-fucking neighbour's dog that won't STOP FUCKING BARKING...

41. What is your favorite restaurant?

Any place with good sushi. Try Ugly Roll near Santa Monica. I'm serious. This place is TINY, has junky furniture, a collection of manga on shelves on the wall for customers to read, paper on the walls behind removable slats so you can draw on it and the shittiest markers on earth to do that with. LOL Oh, the food? It's grand stuff, cheap as dirt and they give you nice-sized portions. And their ginger ice-cream is to die for (it's only flaw: you have to wait for it to melt a bit, 'cuz it's hard as a fucking rock when you get it). So is the Green Tea, and the Red-Bean...

Dammit, now I'm craving some nice salmon sashimi...

42. What is your favorite kind of ice cream?

It has been proven to be scientifically impossible for me to tell which is my favourite... Well, I'm a little leery of the avocado ice-cream you can get at F&M Pho 333 seafood market... But, I still want to try it.

43. What is your favorite dessert?

Stupid people (<--I fuckin' HOWLED at that. And, she's so right, too. They're thick and juicy, with just the right amount of fat on 'em from so many doughnuts, that if you roll 'em in batter and deep-fry 'em, then cover in sugar... Delish. )

44. What is your favorite kind of soup?

Stupid people meat balls in pho bac broth with lemon-grass, raw green onion, vermicelli noodles and light vegetables... Heh.

45. What kind of jelly do you like on your PB & J sandwich?

Congealed stupid people (LOL Silver's again, mine -->) Actually, I love black-currant jam with lots of pulp. Marmalade is in dead heat with the black-currant.

46. Do you like Chinese food?

Yes, especially when it fights back (<--Silver's, mine--->) I was curious to try something living and trying like hell to get away, then I was put off it when I saw the main character eat a live octopus in a Korean film called "Old Boy". It wasn't faked, either... *grieves for the poor octopus*

47. Do you like coffee?

I like it a fair bit, but I got spoiled off of the quotidian shit most people think is "coffee" after having a decent home-blended, home-ground vanilla chai (it's usually done with tea, but coffee works great, too)- made with actually rather ordinary beans- brewed in a Bodum. I so fucking WANT one of those things...

48. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average?

One in the morning with my meds and supplements and one at night for the second dose of meds. Otherwise, it's a three-litre jug of home-made chai tea- which is made of awesome, not boring old water.

49. What do you drink in the morning?

Plain old glacier-cold mountain water.

50. What church/temple/synagogue/other do you attend?

The Goudist temple of Saint Edam of Bombast, Profitess (sp is deliberate) of the Way of Cheese. Trust cheese, cheese is your friend. Cheese is in everything, nay cheese IS everything, and cheese created Elvis and should get the royalties. Prato Prato Ram Edam! Brie Brie Ram Edam Yarg!

(in case anyone doesn't know, the last bit of lunacy are all varieties of cheese, except the "ram" bit)

51. When was the last time you went to church/temple/synagogue/other?

Today, since I live there- the Goudist Temple is my house.

52. Have you ever said the words to a prayer and not really meant it?

I mean every prayer to the Divine Gouda... Heh

53. Do you like to cuddle?

Yep, but if you aren't my mate, I ain't goin' any further than that, and, if you persist or try to get pervy, I might just try the pho soup recipe...

54. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?

I swim from one side to the other all night long and wake up in a twisty pretzel of bedsheets either on the floor or wedged in the crack between the bed and wall (<-- I actually used to do this... Silver's). 'm more boring: I snooze on the right side.

55. Regarding your future, what is the best thing you could hope for?

To be recognized for my ungodly talent and sheer genius, have people rain money on me just for the privilege of being in my presence, and to be begged to use my perspicacity in service to the world. Nah, just to be happy, successful with my artings, stay in love with my golden dragon and stuff.

56. Have you ever gotten stage fright?

Were any of you at last year's Adult Dragon Panel at FC? Then you'll know what I'm like under the influence of stage fright- hilarious. Thing is, someone will have to tell me what it was I'd said to have the audience pissing themselves, 'cuz I don't remember a lick of it... Jeesh, you'd think the personality-unit that I call the Comedian would fucking WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Not really, but I have seen some really odd things I couldn't explain. I put it off to either fatigue, or some natural effect science hasn't figured out how to play with, yet. Either that, or someone slipped me something in my drink.

58. Do you know how to play poker?

Yes. Poorly. But I often win anyway. Go figure.

59. Do you want kids?

I'd rather have the coconut shrimp but if kids is all you have, then sure. (omigawd... Silver, yer EVIL) Me, I'll have to adopt, since I'm genetically-fucked (severe mental-illness four generations running, and that's just my mum's side of the family!) and getting too old to breed. The crazies run like a bad road through the Appalachians, with the hillbillies on your trail 'cuz they think you're with the "revenuers", or they're trying to get you to pork their inbred daughters, I'm not sure... Suffice to say, otehr than my creativity nad intelligence, I got nuthin' worth passing on, genetics-wise (and the jury's still out on the intelligence).

60. Do you speak any other languages?

Passable English, terrible French, a pittance in Spanish and German. In short, English, bad English, Nerd, Geek, Felinese (necessary when owned by a cat), and a bit of Canine (too many dogs around here not to. Besides, there's one Malamute/wolf mix who seems to love me, and it's awesome to hear her say hello when we go by her place for walks).

What do you mean, animals don't have languages? We're animals... And, I wanna learn Dolphin.

61. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?

The internal alarm I had installed by the Borg doesn't have a snooze-button. If I try to ignore it, it gives me shocks, instead. Ow. The really annoying thing is that I keep hearing commands from the damned Collective, and they told me that wouldn't happen. Last time I go to the Borg for tech-stuff! *gives them a bad review on Yelp*

62. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?

The mile-long hike we've been getting into the habit of doing to lose some fecking weight. If you think a mile is nothing for a hike, then you haven't gone for walkies on a mountain at 5700 ft elevation on streets with more slope than level.

63. Have you ever written a letter to a politician?

Quite a few as comments appended to petitions that get handed to politicians as my part in the public-annoyance-effort of fat, over-moneyed jerkwads who need heart-transplants and the surgical removal of themselves from the Koch brother's tit.

64. When flying, do you prefer a window seat or an aisle seats?

Can I have a seat on the wing? I like the feel of the wind in my hair... Seriously? Gimme a window seat every time. Flying is FUN. Not up to hang-gliders, yet, though Kani keeps encouraging me to try for it.

65. Do you know how to drive a stick?

Maybe with a five-pound sledge... I still balk at doing sharp curves and traffic on busy highways. *cringe*

66. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?

Now, there's a long list... Heh. Fabric supplies, beading and jewellery supplies, art-supplies, sewing-supplies... Hmm, I'm starting to see a trend, there. LOL Also, Goth-Punk clothes, anything Steampunk, cool jewellery, and total "I'm-a gonna kill you " boots for the ass-holes I meet on occasion.

67. What's your preferred method of paying for things?

Barter- "If I give you this, will you gimme that? DO WANT." Other than that, it's Paypal online.

68. What is/are your favorite TV show/s?

Gee, it's been nearly a year since I watched any TV other than Netflix and Hulu... Full-Metal Alchemist, Invader Zim *cries because it got cancelled*, CSI, Nova *growls because they get funding from the Koch ho's*, Warehouse 13, Nat-Geo's Taboo, and other stuff like that: entertainment, silliness, absurdia, and neat stuff about other cultures.

69. Can you roll your tongue?

Yup. And fold it front to back. I can also lick my nose... >:) *chuckles as she recalls that scene from Road-Warrior: "Better watch out, lady. I've seen him lick his eyebrows!"*

70. Who is the funniest person you know?

Know personally? I got nuthin'. On the 'net? Draw between  silverone and  2_gryphon

71. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Yeah, and anyone who wants to give me guff about it better remember that I'm capable of picking up a 210 lb man off the floor by his nipples.

72. What is the main ring tone on your phone?

I dunno- it's been that long since I've actually used the thing. Also, see above answer about phones...

73. Do you still have clothes from when you were little?

FUCK no! Let the seventies STAY dead! Orange, beige and brown EVERYTHING with a dash of too-old-to-eat avocado to spice things up... In PLAID. Ughhhhblarrrgh-gurgle. *shudders at the memory*

74. What red object is closest to you right now?

The trackball on my mouse. *plays with the shiny, lit up ball...*

75. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through (one of the long ones)?

Listening to Sarah Palin or Michelle Bachmann would be preferable. Wait... What was the question again? I think my IQ dropped just from mentioning those two airheads. O___o

76. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Closed. Diva keeps thinking mice are in there. Unfortunately, sometimes she's right. That, and it keeps the heat in, or else it'll be sucked out of our room like the intelligence from FOX-viewers.

77. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?

Bear. It's really hard to get "bad-ass" points from smushing a hive of bees unless you're twelve and doing an intense version of the "pussy contest" (you and your buddies scratch at each other's skin and keep going, even until you bleed, to see who can take the pain better).

That, and I've always kinda wanted to rassle a bear...

78. Do you flirt a lot?

That would assume I even know how. I'm about as subtle as a brick wrapped in roses. It's also less than attractive when I have to keep wiping the drool off my double-chins when I see a hot dragon pic.

79. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

I don't eat them- if I can't actually identify if there's actually any real meat in there, I ain't fookin' eatin' it. Though, those vegetarian faux pork, chicken and beef stir-fry things are made of pure awesome... and tofu.

80. What are you most afraid of?

Converting to Fundie Christianity and actually believing in the shit. Actually, it's looking stupid and being abandoned, which is what might happen if I convert of some form of crazy Fundie Christianity.

81. Can you change the oil on a car?

That's what a husband is for... Actually, I'll probably learn how eventually, just 'cuz.

82. Have you ever run out of gas?

Nope, haven't driven more than thirty miles, yet. Haven't gone long-distance. When I do, it'll be just my luck for the car to conk out on an ancient part of old Rout 66, somewhere in Arizona, with no towns within a hundred miles, and I'll be so grateful to be given a lift by those kind, but oddly deformed people who live near the nuclear-testing site (which movie? Come on... LOL It's well-known, so I'll probably get a ton of right answers)...

83. Sum yourself up in 10 words or less.

Still finding my way through the thickets of my insanity.

84. If you were an evil bastard, what would you be doing?

Taking ruler-ship of the world for myself and anyone I like (wait, do I actually like anyone enough to give 'em all the perks I want for me? Hmm, something to ponder) from the corporations and making them be my maid-servants. Even the men. I like a cute, pudgy guy in a skirt...

85. What was the last book you read?

The PTSD Workbook- I committed the cardinal sin of bibliophiles, too: I wrote in it.

86. Do you read the newspaper?

No. Too many of them are owned by Rupert Murdoch or Conrad Black. *growls* I prefer getting my news from somewhat more neutral places.

87. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

No, but if anyone is thinking of getting me something for Generic Solstice and Gift-Giving Celebration, I have a list:

New Scientist
Scientific American
National Geographic
Wired
Ornament


89. Do you watch soap operas?

I'm not stupid enough, yet, to find them entertaining. I'll have to watch some FOX news for a bit- then I'll get back to ya.

90. If you were taking a poop and eating a bowl of cereal at the same time and you dropped the cereal, which would you do: finish pooping then clean up the cereal or clean up the cereal then finish pooping?

If I snorted a line of crack off a block of heroine, downed it with a Jack Daniel’s-PCP slurpy, then fell face first into a bucket of dopamine, I still don’t think I would be able to concoct a more ridiculous question. I would probably be able to fly to the dark side of Neptune, but I wouldn’t be able to trump that. To whoever invented this question, congratulations on being the first person ever to make my brain come to a complete, screeching halt.

(I think I'll just leave this here. Thanks, Silver! Yer awesomesauce)

91. Who is in the picture frame closest to you?

*tries to remember which wedding photo in the living-room is closest* One of those- probably me and Kani in our wedding finery and our dragon heads.

92. Jane Austen, yea or nay?

BURN HER! SHE'S A WITCH!! I mean, how else to explain how her writing got so many people thinking her stuff is Classic Lit? *shudders* Gawdz, her crud was BOOOOORING

93. What was the last note you scribbled on a piece of paper?

A quick synopsis for my next comic with Mae Hem and Miss Chief discussing their human's spawn and how to get it to stop screaming. The human walks in just as one of the cats is putting a pillow over the grub's face...

94. What is your favorite candle scent?

Dragon's Blood, Patchouli, or Precious Chandan (that is, if any of those existed as a scented candle)- for more obtainable sniff-candy, stuff that smells like the woods after a rain, Christmas-y pine and bayberry scents, or vanilla.

95. What is your favorite board game?

I don't actually play any. Though Scrabble is a lot of fun- that's because I almost always win.

97. How is your relationship with your mother?

Freely wandering between "fuck, she's CRAZY!", "Huh, she's a bit more open-minded than I'd thought. At least she isn't saying horrific stuff like 'homosexuals go to hell' any more..." , "She's gonna KILL her fool self with those gawdz-awful cigarettes..." to "How stupid, ignorant or gullible can you BE, woman?" (regarding her attachment to the teat of religion- really out there, evangelical religion where she's actually studying to be a lay-minister, planning on giving up her life in Winnipeg and moving across the country to the west coast to found her ministry...)

98. Who was your favorite teacher in high school?

I had a trifecta of cool teachers: Miss Cooley- art, Mr. Sudermann- science and biology (his absolute stinker of a collection of jokes and horrific puns was worthy of being bronzed), and Mrs. Langdon, the prim and proper British lady who taught us Literature. On the other hand, I fecking HATED my peers... By far, I always preferred adults- I could actually TALK to them.

99. What is the longest you have ever camped out in a tent?

Over a month in a solidarity protest during the Oka stand-off. It was also one of the few times where I was utterly, completely and joyously proud of my mother- she actually WENT to Montreal and sat on the barricades, facing soldiers in a TANK. That was awesome, Mum.

If you don't know what Oka was about- you can look it up, but here's a really quick summary (I'm like;ly spelling the Anishinaabe names wrong, so bear with me): Oka, outside of Kanasetake, Quebec. The Mohawk nation living there discovered that there was to be a land-grab for part of their already dwindled Reserve by Provincial agencies, so it could be sold to a golf/country club to use as extra holes in their golf course. No one on Kanasitake Reserve would ever be allowed to be a member there. The site was also their burial ground. They'd tried the legal-route for literally YEARS, but, failing that and frustrated, they barricaded the place, preventing any equipment access to the Rez. It turned into a short shooting war where a cop was killed (blamed on the Mohawks, but turned out to be friendly-fire from behind)... Prime Minister Mulroney actually called Martial Law on this one, thus, the tank my Mum later stared down... Go, Mum!

100. Who was the last person to do something extra special for you?

Aw, geez, there's been too many, lately. My mate,  kanis for his patience and willingness to spend any amount of money he has to in order for me to get well. His mother, for giving me a gift of $$ with too many zeros for me to believe it was real- just because I'd complained a few weeks earlier about feeling trapped into having to beg Kani for anything, even a doughnut, because I didn't have any money of my own. All of the people I owe commissions to for being so understanding with my failure/inability to meet obligations during the meltdown... There are probably more, but I'm getting derpy with fatigue and can't remember right now.

Off to sleep, and then, work on more art tomorrow! Later!