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I'm still around, although the world has changed such that I no longer get messages asking where I've gone when I don't update livejournal for three weeks. I'm sad about that --long-form blogging about my life has always been my favourite.

Twice in the past few weeks, I've had people say to me "explain Tumblr". To which the answer is of course "I have used it every day since August and still have no idea." kylecassidy cut in that it's for people without talent to show off art, which is cruel and no more true than the rest of the internet (creating content versus reacting to it is one of my mini-themes right now) but feels so accurate. I like rm's explanation better. Blinky, not thinky.

Tumblr is where I make squeeful noises about Homestuck, and pass along funny images. I follow my friends to keep up with what they're creating, but so few people post anything personal over there. If I want to get the day-to-day life, the domesticity and adventure I so love to hear about... there is no centralized location anymore. I spread myself across IM, e-mail, real life, and the few stalwarts holding out here.

I'm not trying to be curmudgeonly, and part of why I got a tumblr in the first place was that it felt stupid to condemn the form without having ever given it a shot. I'm in no rush to delete my tumblr, but it feels a little sour to me. If I want to know what's going on in people's lives, I have to check Facebook. If I want to know about which Avengers are kissing each other, then Tumblr's got my back. It has a place in my life --I've always been squeeful about the things I love-- but right now I wish it hadn't so subsumed the things I actually care about.

Rather than do one big post with lots of topics, I'm going to break this into several little posts. Go on, complain I'm spamming your friends page. It's not like anyone else is saying anything here. ;)

~Sor
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I was woken up this morning by my sister coming in and flumphing on me. Somehow she managed to convince me to drive her to school -I pointed out that I wasn't wearing pants, causing her to pick up a pair of my jeans off the floor, and fling them at my face. This prompted the following tweet:

""Ow, you hit me in the face with pants! It's like being blinded by science but worse!!""

Rereading it, it's still amusing, but not as epic-level funny as it was before I was fully awake, really --I find much more amusing my ordering of @tekym to a haberdashery, and then specifying that I do not mean whorehouse (or nunnery).

At any rate, I'm off to finish packing, go to the bank, and fly to Boston. Have a nice weekend, be excellent to each other, and party on, dudes. I will probably be doing a tweet-con-report again, so if you're desperate for a Sorky fix while I'm at Arisia, hit up my twitter.

~Sor
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Because I think actually asking this to the person I have in mind might get me in trouble, do you or do you not approve of me calling you my cuddlebitch. And no, Eric, you don't get a choice. *evilgrin*

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I am way too frigging pragmatic for my own good. "Meh, whatever" =/= proper response to...certain...situations. Fucking crypticness. Also, did I say this already? Goddamnit, this is why I originally only wrote in BehindtheWalls when I was off livejournal! I didn't have to worry about remembering what I had and hadn't posted. :P

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Keira is apparently an older sister, bringing my total up to three. (Keira, WyoMell, and Zaphod Groupie) I'm not entierly sure what the criteria is, but it appears to be something along the lines of "female, awesomer then me, and older then me by no more then fiveish years.

I have a handful of older brothers too, but mostly the criteria there is "I can steal their clothes". There's some additional complications involving flirtation levels and rassling with them (reminds me, it's been forever since me and Josh have gone at it. Le sigh.)

(Take that as you will. I only say this because my mind is all sorts of hella dirty. :D)

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I have the cutest origami paper ever. It is designed to look like a little bookshelf with books (with the paper being the pages of the books) The whole thing is decorated with little Japanese chibi animals. Eeeee, cute! Photos may very well show up later.

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Origami is a suprisingly fast way to mellow me out. Primarily, I think it's the fact that, when folding cranes, I can't be doing much else, which means that if I'm alone and folding cranes, I'm not doing anything else but thinking. In addition, it's a repetitive, relaxing thing to do with my hands that *doesn't* involve playing with chains.

That, and there's something *damn* satisfying about turning a piece of paper into a mini sculpture. Especially since I'm still good at making incredibly tiny cranes.

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Fuck later. You get ( hella cute pictures of my new origami paper thing NOW! )

In other news, have I mentioned lately that I love having a camera attached to my computer? No longer do I have to go dig up my camera and connect the cord and things if I want to show something neat off to someone! Simply hold up, clicky button, post to flickr, ???, PROFIT!

...Erm. Encyclopedia Dramatica ate my brain?

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Dude, Another Fine Myth. Comic book. Is there any wrong?

(Besides the forty dollar price tag. WHY MUST MY HOBBIES BE EXPENSIVE?)

Allfornow.

~Sor
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I finally got my roommate info today. Her name is Grace, and from our "well, neither of us know the other so lets start at the basics" conversation on Facebook so far, she seems nice.

Since I will be going far far away, I need to open up a proper stalkerfile, with all the information I will ever need, about everybody.

Comments are screened, if you don't want to toss this much personal stuff into a comment, my e-mail is kdsorceress at gmail dot com. You don't have to give me any information you don't feel comfortable sharing, I'm mostly just going to use this in case of boredom ("Hi Shadowkev! It's been a while, how you doin'?") or emergency ("OMFG, Persis, your niece just EXPLODED!")

So. Tell me ALLLLLLLLL about yourself...

1) Name you prefer to be called, and will actually answer to
2) Real name, if I can wrangle it out of you.
3) Mailing address
4) Home address ("Suprise! You meant it when you said I could stop by ANYtime, right?")
5) Primary e-mail address (the one you check most often)
6) Phone number
7) Cell/work/other phone number
8) Birthday!
9) School
10) Place of work
11) Social Security Number
12) Nuroses
13) Sexual orientation(s) (ie, bi-, poly-, awesome-, a-, etc)
14) Diameter of head
15) Favourite flavour of: a) cake and b) instant pudding
16) Number of times you have seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
17) Boxers or briefs?
18) Favourite game(s)
19) Other...interesting stuff that I may have forgotten

That should be enough. *laughs her evil laugh* And yeah, if you need/want any or all of that information out of me, e-mail me and I'll send you what I feel safe passing along.

Ta!

~Sor
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Most important thing by far, besides I'm finally done all my midterms:

HOLY CRAP GOODNESS! SORCY HAS ACCESS TO A WORKING SCANNER!!!!!!

Like...CLOSE access! Right upstairs even!!!

Expect many things to appear in my deviant-art account and linked here...what should be first...hmmm...

Oh. Well that's CLEAR.

I will return shortly! *runs off*

I am back! And I have presents...

For Jarne!
For anyone who thought the end of Animal Farm was totally brilliant, but wanted it to be different!^*
And my TOTALLY BRILLIANT self portrait, for anyone who's wondered what it looks like in there.

Although, technically I need to have added Hyde^* to the self-portrait to make it be complete.

GOD it's nice having a scanner.

~Sor
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*Warning! Bordering on graphic. If you're way squeamish, don't look at this one.