HATE Black Flies

My computer is fixed-ed, and I have returned to the land of the internet-enabled. Wahoo! Sooo happy.

On Saturday I went to the local Firefly festival. It was very cool. They had kagura dancing at the hot spring, and food and games and such. Then at 8 there was a bus to the 'Firefly Village' a spot at a river deep in the mountains were there were HUNDREDS of Fireflies. I can't tell you how pretty it was.

The only downside was that my ankles were attacked by black flies. Only my ankles. Which leads to the question...how did they KNOW? But anyway, got bitten somewhere around 15-20 times. By the next morning my ankles swelled to the size of small elephants and I'm sure it was funny to watch me hobble around. I was pacing during all of my classes yesterday because I can walk around without it hurting too much, but standing still hurts like hell. Luckily this morning they were much better.

If I'm lucky today I'll finish a short story I'm working on about a first contact between magenta tentacle aliens and an elegant socialite.

Flower language

I'm working on making those artsy-fartsy icons that are so popular now. You know, the kind that have half a billion filters and very angsty quotes. Usually from an Evanscence song. Basically I figure if I can prove to the closed icon communities that I CAN do that sort they'll let me in, and then I can go back to making funny ones instead.

I couldn't really stomach doing something with Evanscence, so I decided to take some of the pretty pictures of flowers I've taken and then add the 'language of flowers' definition. The first two are Lotus blossoms, and the third is a Peony.

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