Yávië

...means "harvest", as in early autumn, in Quenya.

Well, well. At last. Over one week after I lost my voice, I have today been able to sound like a teenage boy with a cold, and even whisper on and off. This, of course, is a sign I should shut up for a few more days yet. Sometimes feels like there's a lump inside the throat that prevents me from talking properly.

Also, been going through some pictures and music I do not need to keep. Vincent is very happy to have a bit less stuff cluttering up his harddrive. Speaking of WHICH, I need to make a safety copy again. Been half a year now. ...and get my own external disk, as this one is borrowed.

I gave the finger to eventual risks, and made my way to iaido on Thursday. A good choice. We continued with some paired kata and excercises. Some, however, do seem to have a bit too much fun with that. I suppose it is all about not letting my guard down or getting the adrenaline up. Control is paramount or I could crack someone's skull open.

Friday, I actually got in to work. And lo and behold, there was stuff I could do. I could unpack the order, and clean up! That cleaning-up bit had not been done for a while, because surprise surprise, Staff Hell Week, continued. Redhead fell ill, Krk too, I was out of the game and on Thursday, guess what, Curly had to work all by himself. All day. Except for a few hours when Limey got in to give him a hand, despite being off (I don't know exactly when he got better, but I'm glad he did). Curly, I must say, is almost as stupid as me. "Of COURSE I can do it!" Yeah... but that doesn't mean it's healthy, or you should. Friday, then, Curly and Esteban was working, later on we had some reinforcement, and I could work undisturbed on the order. Gods. It was a very lengthy task.
I continued doing it on Saturday, leaving the shop floor work to everyone else (by then, Redhead had returned). Between that and even more cleaning up, I was finished around four pm... and I came in to work at nine am. Well, it got done! And the others could concentrate on the important stuff instead. Seeing as how I had no chance in hell to be of any use on Sunday, I ran off to the apartment, packed my bag and went home instead.

It was a good day, though. One regular youngster (still being a jailbait, but these days of legal age, actually) was back in town for a visit; he's moved further south to purge Scania of xenos and heretics, and I made him a warrant as my Interrogator (seeing as how everyone is referring to me as "the Inquisitor" or "Ellie IS an Inquisitor!"). He says it's going much better for him during the games when he brings it. I am very happy, I really liked the guy, he's a good gamer and person in general. Ran into him after work, too, which was nice, always nice to see people when I'm not working. I am quite a different person then, not that they would know, most often.

Oh well. The day held a good thing and a bad thing yet. Good thing, I came home and found a postcard from Lacryma! Now I MUST go to Edinburgh soon. Bad thing...
Mine: Possessive pronoun, used to refer to a thing or things belonging to or associated with the speaker.
Yours: Possessive pronoun, used to refer to a thing or things belonging to or associated with the person or people that the speaker is addressing.
Thief: Ratbastard chickenshit who neither knows grammar nor apparently the difference between them, in reality or otherwise.

I got off the ferry. I walked out the doors. I turned left, and where my bike was supposed to be, there was instead a conspicuous lack of red velocipede with slashed saddle fixed up with black tape.

I suppose the thief doesn't know just what a disaster that really is, he's caused. BASTARD! I'm pretty much handicapped without it, even more so now when my foot is starting to act up. I've reported the theft to the police, and I am going to go looking tomorrow, again, as I'm borrowing one of my brothers' bike.


What more... The (not such a very pretty green) wool jacket for the lrp that might not be is done and finished. It is rather pretty, but feels more like an expensive toile, being such a learning experience, with the mandarin collar and all. I am sorely tempted to go for silver embroideries though... regardless of how impractical that is for a hunter. I find it is more LotR-style than "Drakar och Demoner" anyway, so I might have to do something different in the future for the outfit - the outfit that in any case feels like "...meh." and "could've done better". It will do, but that's the point - it will do, it won't be perfect awesome. I suppose I miss Isilmëarë a bit...
Also, the yellow sash is near-done, only a few centimetres of handsewing left. The tunic, alas, should have been done in a softer wool, but I knew that from the start, didn't I... It's on the stage of "useable", but needs more work.
I do suppose a new undershirt would be good... I'm going to see what I can do about that.

With regards to "the Hobby" (and there are some people who understand the terrible joke which that is... shame on us all, and if you don't know it, then go find out, and help us put a stop to that other hobby, which isn't really worthy of being used for a pun), I recently completed this for the store: Archaon, Lord of the End Times. In a different light, here. I've got more pictures, they're going to be in the same album later on. Now that I'm supposedly finished with him, I'm still not entirely satisfied. There are some finishing touches I just didn't have the time for, seeing as how I tend to not sit all day and paint, and letting others deal with customers (yes, that is a jibe).
I'm fairly proud with his horse, and the shield, at least; as well as the cloak, and the sword. But his armour, and like I said, some of the details... meh.
It was a good learning experience, telling me I'm awesome at layering, among other things, ahem, I mean, after I was "finished", I realised there's a few models at home I don't really want to bring and use... they're just nae painted as well as I can do nowadays.

But aside from photographing this charming fellow, I've nae done too much in that department. It's mostly been sewing, which is a pleasant activity, I find, and watching movies while doing so. And, reading. Ohyum, my lovely guilty pleasure. The Ciaphas Cain books are certainly proving to be to my liking.
Me and Sludgecrawler broke into the Space Hulk box tonight. There is much love for that game. It's fun, fast and furious. And I really am sorry, but believe me, it is sold out. Try looking at independent stockist stores out in the middle of nowhere, they MIGHT have some left. It's a pity, but a learning experience - it was a limited offer, and with limited, it was LIMITED that GW meant. Sorry if you missed out, but please, oh, please, do not come and be angry with us grunts. We cannae do anything about it now, it is too late. ...but if you get the chance, go for it. It's awesome fun, and if you've dreamt of introducing a girlfriend or friend or family to 40K at all, it is THE way to go, I think.
Then, we ordered Battlefleet Gothic stuff. He's ordering an Imperial fleet; me, I couldn't resist temptation and went for the Rogue Trader ship with Escorts. Next up will be the Mechanicum ships because they look delicious, and then someday I might get around to that Eldar fleet I want to play, rather than paint and squeal excitedly at.

I think the scaphoideum bone of my right hand is... weirding out. I am pretty sure it's not supposed to hurt like that when I bend my hand THAT way, and it's sticking out at an odd angle, compared to my left hand. Must get it checked - that, too. Add another to the list.
The finger which was so interestingly pierced the week before last, seems to be all right, even if the nail is split.

Now for some tea, perhaps, and then sleep in a bed which makes me smile with delight. It's sooo comfortable!