With the nail on the end of a stick

Today in real life Spring term has officially started at my school. Technically it started yesterday, but since my regular classes are Tuesdays/Thursdays, my first session was today. Or, at least half of it. Protip: don't stay up until three o'clock in the morning when you have to wake up at seven thirty-five. My mother was also gracious enough to pick me up from school, in the new van she just purchased. tl;dr due to money, time, effort, and future complications regarding legal ownership rising from the pending divorce, it was more logical to obtain a new vehicle than re-registering the one we already have. Those of you who follow me on Twitter may be aware of the process in which the aforementioned vehicle was obtained. tl;dr I was not particularly impressed with the trouble it took, although in the end, it was all worth it.

Today on the internets my Naruto fandom BFF (for all intensive purposes, she is Rem from hereonout) linked me to this handy little program that fluctuates the brightness of your computer screen according to the time of day. The pink-ing takes a bit of getting used to, and anyone who works with colours must remember to turn off the tint to reduce risk of mis-colouring, but I find it greatly reduces eye strain. I'm trying to kick-start use of my LiveJournal account again, and, inspired by the styles of Peter Chiykowski and Emily Horne / Joey Comeau decided to be far less awesome at the style by taking random pictures and adding random captions in half-assed attempts to be entertaining. I also apologize to my dearest dotcomrade Pyro for not being able to speak with you in the last couple of days--my mornings have been consumed by hopeless inanity and I haven't found myself online at a time not unreasonable by both our standards of it. I'm hoping my part in our fanfic trade and this picture of a cat will be able to make up for it.

Today in fiction I have been trying to figure out a way to draw inspiration from one of my most beloved childhood series and channel it into my own original fiction without directly plagiarizing the idea. Looking back, I realize that the show itself was nothing remarkable, but it was the concept it portrayed that I fell so hopelessly in love with. I'm going to try creating a concept that invokes the same feeling within myself, and with any luck, within my future readers. I'm failing hard at it thus far, but I've only decided on this path three hours ago so it's not all too bad of a track record.