Textual Teatime

I feel sort of guilty, I've been making an effort to spread the knowledge of this place's existence a little bit more, now that I'm a bit prouder of it, but then I go and just cease updates for a while. Although I could just stop apologizing whenever this sort of thing happens and just roll with "it updates when it updates." I'll employ that in the future, I guess. Attempting to do so in the middle of an apology would make me look like a jerk.


Anyway.


There's a lot of ground to cover that I'd like to--not the least of which is at least one entry (possibly two) on my recent trip to London, because the wider the time gap between the actual trip and my post on it grows, the less relevent it becomes to my time there and the less interested I become in writing about it. It's already been a week. I've just got to gather together some photos, mostly, and take one last set of related ones. So look for that hopefully very soon. I also, as previously mentioned, want to start introducing more article "features" again--I really should start sticking up some test-drives.


As for the missing Sunday Comics this week, I was working on an art project. One which I'm very close to completing and hope to finish very soon so I can just snap photos of the thing and hang it on my wall. I really hope the spray fixative doesn't ruin the ink, but I need to spray it with something when I finish, because the surface I'm working with isn't very ink-friendly and I need to keep being very aware of where my fingers are when I'm adding in details...even when the ink's dry it has a terrible tendency to smudge the instant my greasy little digits touch it on this surface.


And now, so this isn't just me whining about how I'm not getting anything done, another transcription of a dream, because I haven't done that in quite a long while here.

Today I had a succinct but vivid nightmare that a mountain I live near exploded.
I was sitting in my current residence's dining room where said mountain is quite visible from the windows. I was eating something. Probably cereal, but I don’t know for sure. I looked up to admire the mountain for a moment, and right on cue, with a loud and sudden bang and rumble, a vast part of the mountain face blew out in a mushroom-cloud explosion that was, oddly, bright slurpee blue and crackling with traces of electricity. I stared in horror and confusion and just before an oh crap was able to fully make its way through my mind, a second charge blew, this one a horizontal ring. The windows slowly filled with blinding white light that obscured everything being flattened and blown apart in the ring’s wake, and I was closing my eyes and silently screaming just as the windows flexed inward and started pelting my face with tiny glass bits.


I woke up with no air in my lungs and a racing heart.




Comforting, huh? At least I was glad the mountain's been obscured by clouds for all of today. Seeing it after something like that would make it feel ominous.

[Holden Out.]