Onopahnov

I'm going to mention that, at the moment, there are both 22 Million user accounts on dA and 222 Million pieces of artwork, according to the counters on the bottom border. However, by the time you see this notice, it very well may not be the case. Same goes for my graduation: 2 days away, to the moment, but it's really not anything important until it's happened and I have documentation; and then it's not the date that means anything, but the piece of paper that certifies the state's belief in my mental facilities. More importantly: Ray Bradbury is dead.

Well! After an extended episode of personal revelations that filled in all the odd gaps of my childhood (involving abusive, vengeful, comfortable, and deceitful members of my mother's extended family among the progression from farms to raised ranches in dutchess...) that both explained why everyone was reluctant to talk to one another and why my grandparents were eerily perfect (I was the pawn), then finally watching Adaptation and Drive, I am finally motivated to get back to work. (and by work I mean dA and writing and that kind of thing, though I'll have a job after we move this summer if all goes as planned) I mean, it was happening anywa

Hello. Four things are happening at once: PLAGUE. Actually, Norovirus, which manages to spread so quickly and in such a seemingly inexplicable pattern that, when it first... emerged?... in modern times, in a small Ohio city at the height of the Cold War, the US Government assumed the Soviets had put it there and called it an agent. Both my sisters have it, my dad just came back from MA-of-all-places to help deal with them, and I have to be absolutely paranoid about making myself sick because... TEAM. State competition in a Certain Academic Sport is this weekend. [It's like I don't want to be stalked if we win anything.] This also means that