Nothing but the effects of dust and vapor in the thin skin of air

They're advertising chocolate on television! Oh cruelty! Damn you, Easter!

They're also advertising a new series of No Angels, which is absolutely brilliant. Drama about nurses. Still hooked to Desperate Housewives, especially the precocious teen Julie.

I've had three bowls of cereal today. I'm not meant to have carbohydrates without protein, really. Also, I'm getting more and more certain I'm lactose intolerant. I need to buy lemons for tea and give up the organic milk for the skimmed stuff. Diet probably isn't helping the achy-flaky hands thing either.

Here's something interesting for anyone who's drawn fanart. The thief doesn't actually seem to understand that it is theft. She's taking both fanart and and officially released images and turning them into t-shirts and the like to fund her children's anime habit. Fanart is a dodgy legal area (especially depending on the nature of the scene, though this stuff is all G-rated and damn good), but I haven't heard of nearly ass many instances of C&D letters as fanfic gets, especially since it's all non-profit. It's a depiction of love for the series, not malicious plagiarism, though they are using someone else's intellectual property. Taking it and selling it on merchandise? That's pissing two sets of people off - the property owners and the fanartists. Let alone the shit she's ging to get into for taking Buffy and Kill Bill and Disney and various anime images from official merchandise.

And she's threatening to sue for defamation. Bwahaha, indeed.

So that's the trainwreck that caught my attention today. Essay is over, seminar is bluffed through (I admitted to not finishing it, and I wasn't the only one) and perscription ordered. I really ought to get hair and glasses sorted out too, before I turn 19 and it all gets stupidly expensive. And plus before the fringe sends me blind. Someone mentioned I look like I'd been crying earlier - it's the bloodshot eyes from the hair and the red face from the cold.

I have randomly started drawing a comic about an Incubus. That's what I get for rereading GlamourLust. Anyway, it's different from Freefall, though I'll probably stick it up on the same site. I've only got two pages (neither compeltely finished) so far.

Ugh, sleepy. I'll actually be glad to be away from the laptop for a bit. Of course, now I have to start on the magazine stuff, and Sam is being very uncommunicative about what the pages are meant to look like (apparently he's been given a lot of instruction). Also, the editors can't seem to attach articles to emails, so I now have a layout guide with nothing to lay up. Must go hunt them down about that too.