They Make Blog Things for Everything ... o.o

Because the world was dying to know what kind of housepaint I am ...

I am Ace Hardware "Camaro Red" high gloss oil-based enamel Accent your trim and shelves with a bright color and a bulletproof finish. Buy only a quart -- a gallon is too expensive.

Which house paint are you?

(I know I'll sleep better tonight, just knowing this >.O)

Also, for anyone interested who doesn't check out the cel forums or Rubberslug, I recently posted a pretty big update to my cel gallery. Well, it's big for me.

Some New Cel Stuffage

I wish I could think of something witty to say, but, alas, I am still tired and feeling more than a little brain ded. A condition that was not at all improved by my decision to watch 4 hours of Naruto non-stop. This completely bizarre conduct can only lead to two questions:

1. What the holy heck is wrong with me?

and

2. Why the holy hell won't Sasuke just freaking DIE already? >.O

These Dreams ...

OK, so you guys know I've been whining about the need to declutter my house. Well, yesterday, I resolved to begin the process with my office. It's where I spend most of my time. It's also where I write, work on my websites, and, in general, engage in any creative pursuits that I ... well, "pursue". Thus, it seemed logical to me. Logical in terms of my flagging mental well-being, anyhow.

I watched four hours of Naruto last night, just before heading off to bed.

I've been mulling over a couple of in-progress WK fics, as well as working out a few new plots.

And, I was discussing Samurai 7 with a friend on a forum.

Why am I telling you all this, you ask? (Or, maybe you didn't ask. Maybe you were too afraid to ask, but I'm going to tell you, anyhow. Isn't life scary sometimes? o.o)

Last night, all these seemingly disparate parts of my psyche collided in a very big, very strange way. Yep. The "Anime Dream".

I was shopping for a new house -- one with lots of closets and plenty of extra storage space for the aforementioned clutter. My real estate agent was ... Kakashi. And, let me tell you, he was no slouch. Each time a seller or opposing agent gave him a hard time, he would use his ninja-dog jitsu on them until they saw things his way. Sure, it was a rather brutal and vicious thing to do, but real estate is a tough business. You have to be prepared to run with the big dogs. (Or, so Kakashi kept telling me whenever I would comment on his unusual negotiation tactics. I still don't know how he said it with a straight face.)

After much looking, we finally found a house that seemed practically perfect in every way. We decided to poke around inside, and headed to the kitchen first. I opened the pantry to find an action figure of Kambei laying on the floor, as if abandoned by a previous owner. I took it as a sign the house was meant for me, but Kakashi, ever the cautious guide, insisted we continue looking. We headed to the back of the house, coming to the master bedroom. I opened the closet and found ... (also looking as if abandoned by a previous owner) Aya, all tied up. o.O

You guessed it. That was it for me. No more looking. I mean, action figures in the pantry are nice, as is extra storage, but how often are you going to find a house with a fully-stocked bish closet? Yeah ... try never. So, a bit of negotiating (complete with ninja-dog jitsu) later, I was the happy owner of my very own house with a huge pantry, extra storage, and some bishie luv on the side. Kakashi didn't seem entirely happy about the whole transaction. He kept mumbling something under his breath. Maybe he was offended that the action figure wasn't of him. Or, could it be the closet thing? *ahem*

So, there you have it. A small peek into the very bizarr-o anime world of Tex-chan. I told you it would be scary, didn't I? ^.~