Is everyone moving to Dreamwidth? I'm really out of the loop! :'( But just in case, I've claimed my username over there.

http://mutecornett.dreamwidth.org/

Oh! I'm going to the Emerald City Comicon on Saturday so if anyone wants to meet up, shoot me an email or leave me a comment or something. I want to meet people. :3 I've also got a quarter-table at Stumptown Comics Fest, since I'm sharing my half-table with a friend, so if anyone happens to be at Stumptown, come by and say hello!

Again not a real post--I've been busy with new work and haven't had a lot of me time, but our third housemate has been suffering from health problems and is planning to move back in with her parents. So... we need a third housemate in a month, to stay until about mid-July, and I thought I'd try fandom for non-sketchy people (we're a little scared of Craigslist).

Ideally: no smoking, no drugs, no cats (sorry!! I'm allergic), no drama, and pays rent/utilities on time. Rent is $400 plus utilities. You'd have the big upstairs master bedroom, which is nice and roomy and faces north.

We have a nice little house--wood floors, lots of light (huge windows), lots of space, reasonably well-stocked kitchen, the 10 bus line right across the street, quiet neighborhood on SE 70th and Harold, a laundromat a few blocks away, three bedrooms--so if you are looking for housing or you know anyone who's looking for housing, shoot me an email or leave a comment.

Thank youuuu!

I suck so bad! I haven't updated in a long while!

I've been living on $800 a month including rent, and we don't have TV and it's always 55 degrees in the house, haha, and I spend most of my time drawing useless things (such as me fighting frogs with a baseball bat). Now I'm staying with my parents for a month working on samples for a possible lifestyle/editorial illustration portfolio. I've been reading some Merlin but I'm not really all that into the fic, but earlier tonight I was talking with my friend about how great fandom is and I suddenly missed it terribly.

THE GOOD NEWS FROM REAL LIFE LAND: I'm going to be in Popgun 3! (I think! If the editors let me be in 3! I might end up stuck in 4, though...) I will leave it up to you to figure out which one's my comic. Also, I got ~*discovered*~ by an art director who saw me drawing in a coffee shop, and his company paid me $250 for five hours of work.

THE BAD NEWS FROM REAL LIFE LAND: $100 of that immediately went to my landlord as a late fee for my rent, ouch. Also, my dad got laid off. Oh, and I have carpal tunnel syndrome! It's early days yet so I'm wearing braces at night to keep my wrists straight and trying to avoid too much typing.

NEUTRAL NEWS FROM REJECTION LAND: Oh yeah, and I hit on a valet at the Marriott who turned out to be my friend's brother who I met two years ago at a party and who remembered ME. I had no recollection of him. Small world, right?

CAT NEWS: I just watched The Cat Returns. That is basically my fantasy, to be abducted by a bunch of walking talking cats to CAT KINGDOM, except I tried to pet a cat once and then I rubbed my eye and my eye turned red because actually I'm allergic to cats.

Everything Tsukizubon Saruko writes is a gutpunch. It's original fiction, but before you run off screaming at that, it is not the lame "original slash" stuff you see around. Her characterization is so deep and so rich and three-dimensional, and her stories are-- they're like that song you used to listen to in high school that your friend put on a mix tape for you, and when you hear it again, later, after you've forgotten all about it, you can't quite place the melody but an ache builds in your gut. I don't know. I don't know how to do it justice. Everything she writes knocks me over.

We Are More is her most recent story. I also loved Canaan Falls and Wolf at the Door, but everything's good.

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I wanted to "update" her look to 70s retro rather than awkwardly modernize her like the modern Scooby Doo stuff is doing. :3 (Man, when I was younger, you could barely watch cartoons without constantly running into Scooby Doo reruns. I eventually let them wash over me like white noise.)