Well. I haven't updated in ages. Or looked at LJ. Oddly, I don't care.

I realized why I love really tall Scots with blond hair. When I was ten or eleven, I bought the N.C. Wyeth illustrated version of The Scottish Chiefs by Jane Porter. There's a picture on the front, of William Wallace, with blonde hair. And blue eyes, I think, but... blonde hair, and to be able to wield his sword--which I've seen--he'd have to be, like, six six. Which was established in my mind when I was eleven.

Clearly, my undying love of the hero of Scotland permanently scarred me. And the land itself haunted and will always haunt me, I think, and my mind and the images it creates of paradise. Because my paradise is grey and wet and cold, even on that neverending day, and the greens are deep and dark and made of thousands of ferns, and grass, and greyish heather that's vibrant purple when it blooms, and the grey of rocks in the mountains, and clouds so low you don't know you're on the ground, and air that's clear and fresh and chilled and makes you hungry and makes you want to never go inside.

...Anyway.

In other news, I have a job. Tech. Whoot.

Eight days till dorm notice.

Angelverse WILL BE DONE, DAMMIT. Also, the Glauster family soap is too good not to use, so I think Elementalverse will be a nice home for that family dynamic.

Main news, though... The Song exists. THE pocverse narrator song. I mean, the last line I remembered, it clued me in, but... the whole fucking thing. And the style... Goddess, it is so... Fuck. I'm swearing like my Angelverse angels now. The hell? Anyway. More on THAT later. Mebbe. But... here it is. Vid and lyrics.

...Yeah. It....

Yeah.

Anyway, not that anyone who reads this didn't already know or give a damn, I am, in fact, alive. Oh, and LG-chan? Do email me if you're gonna be on AIM any time soon, aye? I miss talking to you, and I need serious, serious worldbuilding help.

*Goes to listen and be thoughtful*

EDIT: Oh, yeah. Before I forget. Mom was cracking jokes about how MIT says any packages sent to me will be placed in my mailbox, when the package in question would be my bike.

Me: "No, it would fit in the mailbox. Easily."
Mom: "Yeah, by putting it in front of the miniaturizing raygun first--"
Me: *Thinks: ...Mom sounds like a scifi geek, the fuck?* "No, doesn't even need that. Just... open it, and push it in."
Mom: "Why?"
Me: *Deadpan* "It's bigger on the inside."

Today's Moment in Geekery brought to you by Lee and Her Mother.

....Fuck The Guardian's website. I can't get to the most recent article on the Scottish elections.

This is like a hugely important election, and could lead to an independent, more left-leaning Scotland.  And I can't get the latest news.

Agh!

...Yes, I am following the Scottish elections. I'm not insane. I swear.

EDIT: ...Oh. The url is just fucked up. I got to it.  Everyone's complaining--both sides, even. *Amused* Hopefully they'll get it sorted out, and with any luck the SNP will get a bigger lead on the Labour party than they currently have. ...And hopefully it won't randomly help the Tories.

SNP for the win. Really.