I LIIIIIIIVE!!!

*tiptoes out onto stage*

Well...um. Here I am. I don't know how often I'll update, I don't know how often I can comment, but I exist...and perhaps...just perhaps...I can use LJ as it's supposed to be used. Woot.

Plans for the day: Stitch on fish eyeballs; complete New Year's quilt; plan for paper; investigate Yale's PhD program in religion; read a book titled "The Flight from Authority".

And kick more ass.

okay, it's not pre-breakfast anymore

...time for a real entry.

Explaining the name: I had, and to a degree still have, a fixation with Sherlock Holmes and the Jeremy Brett portrayal of such. Had I known about fanfiction at that point, I would have done it. Not any more. Rest in peace, Mr. Brett...

Explaining the fish: We're doing a kids' show in a few weeks, and one of the main figures is this huge blue fish puppet. It needs movable lips, eyelids, and fins. It's one of the cooler projects I've been able to work on, especially because la grande Craftswomen kind of throw a project at me and let me go nuts on it. I get some patterning control, some imaginative work, and just the right amount of independence and advice. If only this happened more...

Explaining the user icon: I am the Jiggly. I am the Puff. Fear me. Hug me.

Now, to inform others of my existence!

curling up in a little ball and whimpering like a baby

(Aside: Jeez, not on LJ for 24 hours yet and already posted three times)

Mr.TheMan and I just finished watching The Kingdom (first four eps). AAaaAAaaAaaaAAA, to quote Homsar. Not for the faint of heart, or those easily disturbed by blood. It's a Danish series directed by Lars von Trier, set in a hospital where the bizarre hauntings take second priority to the bizarre politicking in the staff. There's a little girl with a bell who cries in the elevator shaft. And that's the most normal bit. The ambulance that doesn't respond...the endless basement hallways...the spare head...

I don't know how well I'll sleep tonight.

It's also the best combination of horror and humor--even farce--that I've ever witnessed. Not just the uneasy laugh of "oh my god, he's not really going in the basement, is he?", but back and forth between grotesquerie, drama, and the ludicrosities (new word! yay!) of management. Plus, the manager might be a complete incompetent--or he might be the most devious manipulator in the whole hospital.

Stephen King's supposed to be rewriting the series for American release. All props to Mr. King, but I have no idea how he'll do it and not suck.