autobottrixter

Step 1: Move Java Monster from the fridge to the freezer about half an hour before drinking it.

Step 2: Chug deliciously frosty Java Monster.

Step 3: ???

Step 4: PROFIT!

So stuff. My car seems to have developed an oil leak on top of the slow coolant leak it already had, so I'll have to be keeping an eye on that. The funny thing was every time I took it in for anything they swore up and down it had an oil leak, and they never ever mentioned a coolant leak, but it was always the coolant that I had to refill and the oil level was right where it was supposed to be. Now the oil is actually pretty unquestionably leaking. It's not the quart-a-day hemmoraging that my Neon was doing late in its life, so I should be able to keep on top of it. I'll need to get it fixed eventually, but right now Andrew's car is looking at much, much worse problems, so I'll just let it be an excuse to tinker with it every weekend.

I like pretending anybody but me cares about my car.

Yesterday I decided to finally go ahead and order a blank My Little Pony from Hasbro Toy Shop to make into an Acherus Deathpony. I want to get back into painting projects, and I think this would be an excellent start. I'll likely end up buying a new air compressor and airbrush set for it as well, to get the whole glowy blue-white flame effect right. I don't know if there's enough cross-audience to tell me how well Citadel Colours work on MLP bodies, though. Maybe I should have ordered two...

After some debate with Andrew over the weekend about RP characters and some following half-serious talk with Sam about my own outlook on things I came to the rather depressing conclusion (at least before I started chugging Java Monster, making myself immune to depression) that whereas some people like RPing assholes because they're nice people in real life, I seem to RP nice, idealistic people because I like to pretend to be someone whose faith in humanity has not been crushed into powder under the weight of everyday interactions. Self-psychoanalysis through analyzing my own creative output has been a hobby of mine since high school, probably a grossly misguided one, but one I stick to nonetheless. This is probably why I'm such a wuss about tackling terrible, abusive relationship stories, because I don't like what I think they say about me, even if it's entirely my own judgement. And by that I mean why I pulled so many punches with Dariahn's backstory. Also because I like to pretend in my own little world that even terrible people have sincere if disturbed and misguided motivations.

And that's my caffiene-induced navel-gazing for this week. Cheers!