Happy birthday, Maya! You're legal now, pumpkin. (At least here.) (I have no idea if you were already legal in Canadia.) May you have a wonderful 21st year of existence on this fine planet of ours. Hugs and puppies and daisies, m'dear.

I give you a picture of Dom. He too is happy for your birthday. Lookit.



current mood: Surprise!
listening to: The Beatles, "Here Comes the Sun"

It is so hot. Last night, I kept flipping my pillows over to get to the cool side, but after you do that a few times, there is no more cool side. Also, I had my fan on teh high, blowing right on me, but it just wasn't enough. Our poor air conditioner just can't handle actual heat; it's fine when it's about 65 degrees outside, but completely ineffectual when we need the air to be conditioned.

I have more work today. I've been working almost every day the past two weeks; I don't know why, but it's money, eh? It's mix week, though (I mix tomorrow and Friday), which means students bring us food. It's kind of ritualistic in a way, like they're worshippers or our subjects, bringing us, the sound gods on high, tokens of their fealty. At least that's how I like to look at it; anytime you can envision yourself as a god in your own daily life is a good time.

current mood: thirsty
listening to: Radiohead, "Airbag"

I'm posting my new icons here instead of fooz because the transparencies don't really work on a black background; it just looks like big black lines throughout. The last icon is, of course, made from one of Maya's original pictures.











Finals? Studying? Wha?

current mood: tired
listening to: Doves, "Sea Song"

Our heds are pastede on yay!

current mood: giggly
listening to: Violent Femmes, "Blister in the Sun"

I worked for two hours tonight on the new Illyria icon. I don't even know why. It was fun, though; I really like the way it turned out.

I realize I have spammed my own blog, like, seventeen times today. I apologize.

Maya! Click for the cuteness.

current mood: creative