Good morning, Readers.
IT'S TOO DAMNED HOT!
Ahem... glad we got that out of the way.
IT'S TOO DAMNED HOT!
Ahem... glad we got that out of the way.
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Here's the thing, yes, I'm from Australia, but my blood is largely European, and northern European at that. I also have a fair amount of Neanderthal blood in me. You can probably tell by the slight reddish tinge in my hair and the fact that I'm not the most slender of builds (heavy bones, for the win!).
In short, what this means is that I hate the heat. I have absolutely no coping mechanisms for weather like this. None. My tactic is literally to lie in bed, covered in ice packs. Wish I was joking. I'm not. And now my bed is damp. Stupid condensation.
Any way, I'm glad to be at work today, as work has air conditioning, though I really wish I could open a window and breathe something other than recycled air.
Alright, I'm done complaining. Until tomorrow. Unless the weather keeps up this intolerable behaviour!
Hmph!
Anyway, Game of Thrones spoilers ahead:
I KNEW HE WAS COLD HANDS! I KNEW IT! #VaguePosting
On writing news, I'm writing. Slowly, but I'm writing. Last night, thanks to the awful heat, I couldn't sleep, so my brain naturally turned over some scenes for The Third Prince. I'm looking forward to working them in, actually, but first I have to clean up what I have. It's a god awful mess.
Painting is also going well. I posted my progress on Thursday, since Fridays, formerly my paint-all-day day, are now devoted to Skara Braens. It's looking okay so far. Painting the layers of feathers, though, is taking a very long time. Oh well. It'll be worth it in the end.
This weekend, I was reconnected with music I love. If you're a long-time reader of this blog, you know that I am very much a fan of the Myst series. Myst III: Exile is one of my favourite games ever (I fucking love puzzle games, guys). I was watching a video on YouTube that had an underlying soundtrack that reminded me very much of the quieter moments in the game, and so I went looking for the music. I came across the soundtrack, and OH MY GODS THE FEELS! I didn't expect the nostaglia to hit me so hard.
I bought the soundtrack.
The Myst III: Exile soundtrack became the music of choice for the entire weekend, and I will likely use it as the soundtrack to writing The Third Prince. There is just something so magical about it. It's epic and also has an underlying darkness that really gets my imagination running (when I'm not picturing the worlds that match with the music I'm hearing. Well done, Ubi Soft for creating a game with music that recalls the levels so fully).
Okay, my body temperature has sufficiently cooled to normal levels, and I think I can function now. I'm off to paint a little.
Ciao!
In short, what this means is that I hate the heat. I have absolutely no coping mechanisms for weather like this. None. My tactic is literally to lie in bed, covered in ice packs. Wish I was joking. I'm not. And now my bed is damp. Stupid condensation.
Any way, I'm glad to be at work today, as work has air conditioning, though I really wish I could open a window and breathe something other than recycled air.
Alright, I'm done complaining. Until tomorrow. Unless the weather keeps up this intolerable behaviour!
Hmph!
Anyway, Game of Thrones spoilers ahead:
I KNEW HE WAS COLD HANDS! I KNEW IT! #VaguePosting
On writing news, I'm writing. Slowly, but I'm writing. Last night, thanks to the awful heat, I couldn't sleep, so my brain naturally turned over some scenes for The Third Prince. I'm looking forward to working them in, actually, but first I have to clean up what I have. It's a god awful mess.
Painting is also going well. I posted my progress on Thursday, since Fridays, formerly my paint-all-day day, are now devoted to Skara Braens. It's looking okay so far. Painting the layers of feathers, though, is taking a very long time. Oh well. It'll be worth it in the end.
This weekend, I was reconnected with music I love. If you're a long-time reader of this blog, you know that I am very much a fan of the Myst series. Myst III: Exile is one of my favourite games ever (I fucking love puzzle games, guys). I was watching a video on YouTube that had an underlying soundtrack that reminded me very much of the quieter moments in the game, and so I went looking for the music. I came across the soundtrack, and OH MY GODS THE FEELS! I didn't expect the nostaglia to hit me so hard.
I bought the soundtrack.
The Myst III: Exile soundtrack became the music of choice for the entire weekend, and I will likely use it as the soundtrack to writing The Third Prince. There is just something so magical about it. It's epic and also has an underlying darkness that really gets my imagination running (when I'm not picturing the worlds that match with the music I'm hearing. Well done, Ubi Soft for creating a game with music that recalls the levels so fully).
Okay, my body temperature has sufficiently cooled to normal levels, and I think I can function now. I'm off to paint a little.
Ciao!
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