Loved, loved, loved the premiere. It was everything I was hoping for and more. There were spots where I was literally yelling at the screen (much to my parents annoyance*). I had a few utterly insignicant thoughts and I thought I'd share, since my one Lostie friend around here fell asleep while watching it. She had a good excuse, but still!


( spoilers ahoy )

In South Carolina for some kind Christmas thing with my grandma's family. Yesterday I drove on the world's curviest road through the middle of nowhere because a rockslide shut down the main road. I'm hoping to get through the weekend with a minimum of crazY, but I'm not really expecting it.

P.S. WHY IS THIS MAN ON FIRE???

Buried a dead stray cat around 8 this morning. Had to go buy a shovel first, which must have been amusing to the people at the hardware store. Me, on the verge of tears and half in my pajamas, asking where the shovels are at. I called him (her?) Pumpkin, but he was shy and didn't let me pet him much. Still ate from my porch bowl, which makes me feel responsible for him (her?).

Poor baby got hit by a car and our neighbors pulled him out of the road and let us know, thinking it was Skinny Cat, who is also orange. It was like that moment in the movies where someone has to go to a morgue to identify a body. They're all sobbing and stuff, then someone pulls back a sheet and they gasp because it's not him after all! Well that's great, but you've still got a dead guy on your hands, and now some poor morgue tech is going to have to figure out who it is.

So we buried it in the backyard, under the ginkgo tree behind the garage. The ground was wet and soupy and thick with roots. November is not a good time to bury anything. Not that anytime ever is, I guess. Later, Skinny Cat came trotting up, grinning in that catty way and demanding breakfast, and Mom burst into tears. We brought him inside and now he's NEVER GOING OUT AGAIN OMGILUFFUKITTY!!!! He is our prisoner now. Our prisoner of love.

My mom went with my aunt to look at kittens today, supposedly in order to help my aunt pick one out. Naturally, this led to my mom bringing home a kitten. I was a little annoyed at first, since I'm already taking care of four cats (two inside, two outside) and a dog, but she assures me that she'll be the one taking care of it.

Oh well, it is an awfully cute kitty. Pictures are here.

Home now. The ghosts were kind of a bust, but I had a great time running around with Lexi and my new friend Beth. I know I always say this, but pictures are coming. I mean it this time!

New Spooktober painting is up. And now I go to sleep. Yay.

This weekend I'll be visiting the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum with saintlexi, her hubby, and a friend I haven't met before but am assured is suitably awesome. I am so excited I can hardly sit still. I get giddy everytime I think about it.

Scheduling it in October was kind of an accident, since we would have done it sooner if we could, but now I'm kind of glad we put it off. October adds a +10 spookiness bonus to any activity, so the spookiness level for spending the night in a haunted asylum in October is so high I can't begin to contemplate it. It's off the charts. The spooky charts.

And in other Halloweeny news, I'm doing a series of speedpaints illustrating old horror stories as a special project this October. You can find the first one, based on E.T.A Hoffmann's Der Sand-man, here.

Got another one nearly done, but since "speedpaint" means that I spend less than a month on it, it's slow going. I'll be posting it on DA before I leave for the weekend, though, and more will be posted afterwards if I survive. Happy October, everybody!

I love you, Japan. Never change.

Why do people call with emergencies on a Friday afternoon? Don't they know that I'm sick and I want to go home?