PipeDreamNo20

My tablet stylus has completely vanished off the face of the earth.

I sat down the other day to work on Phantom Child and found every single thing I needed (tablet, USB cord, etc) except for the stylus. There is nothing more frustrating than having the time and motivation to work on digital art only to find yourself unable through other means.

Unless it's hiding at the boyfriend's place, it's gone forever. I've been racking my brains so hard about the last time I used it or moved it. I may have packed it in my laptop bag and taken it down to my bf's last time we played Diablo III. Perhaps it fell out. But I have already done a search there, and as of now have gone through my own entire place (which isn't too large anyway) with a fine toothed comb to no avail.

ARGH. Guess I should just bite the bullet and work on other creative stuff which doesn't need a tablet.

OMG, they actually allow username changes now! (that said, you can only change once every six months, and is only available with Premium Membership accounts)

I have grown so sick of 'pipthekitsune'! I chose it on a whim since 'Pixen' was already an account here, and since 2008 when I was 20, I started using Pipe Dream no. 20 in most of my new accounts on other websites.

So chuffed that I can update my deviantart profile to the same username! Wooooooooh!

To all my watchers, sorry for the recent inundation of photographs to my gallery. Two months ago my boyfriend bought a digital SLR camera - which I promptly 'borrowed' - and I've been really trying to get into capturing lots of different flora and fauna now that I can zoom in so much and get heaps of previously unavailable detail on each subject.

A word of warning, more photos are to come; but I think they'll be worth a look.

She was suddenly surrounded with clamourous winds, or thoughts,  which swirled round malevolently and screamed at her. "Put your hands on the stone."
"No!"
"Put your hands on the stone!"
A force gripped her, and shook her roughly, and she felt it whip round her hands and yank them towards the curved flat surface of the stone. Sobbing, she took its weight in them, and, urged by the thoughts, pushed anew.

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Then that day came.

The day nobody - let alone herself - had expected.

On its everlasting journey, the stone had once more reached the flat. One final push saw it stable, and yet inexplicably not; so around she turned, downwards she paced, unthinking. Subconsciously expecting the dull rumble as the stone lurched back down the hill without even so much as a push.

But it never came.

Her eyes widened as she stared down the slope and felt her pace falter. She stood stock still, eyes still wide open, ears listening intently. She stood like that for a very long moment until fear got the better of her and she whirled round, half expecting to see it rolling towards her silently - an inaudible killer.

But no. The stone remained on the flat.

A hoarse gasp escaped her, and was soon followed by a cry of disbelief. She ran back up to where the immense obelisk (haha purple prose) stood and laid a palm on its pocked surface. She bent her ear closer and let it also rest upon it. No whisperings from inside it, no murmurings from around her. Her reality had gone silent. Deathly quiet, and yet she was still here, alive, and so was this stone; this rock that had taken her here to this place for years on end.

And yet now this change.

"You don't own me any longer." she said, watching as her warm breath met the stone's surface and billowed into wetness. "I own you now."

Silence was the only reply. It made her grin. "I own you." she repeated, looking down at the slope she would never have to tread again. And yet she could not stay here. Her reality would have to grow. She walked round the stone, looking around her and up, watching as the earth above her opened and a beam of sunlight broke through onto her face.

She squinted as the opening grew, clods of soil falling here and there, until it looked big enough to accomodate the stone and half again. In the sunlight the grey stone seemed to change in appearance, glints of colour flashing. She grinned again and placed both her hands on it.

She pushed. The stone felt as if it was barely any weight, like pumice. She began to roll it up the second slope into the sunlight and to her surprise it began to shrink; not desintegrate, but recede into itself. As it did so the colours flashed brighter and brighter. By the time she reached the new flat of sunlight it was no more than a glittering opal.

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Yeah, tl;dr?

I graduated yesterday.

I now have an AMus and a BMusStudies after my name.

It was awesome.

So was the celebration afterwards.

Life is good.

Join our experiment!

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My new avatar is of me and Buzz the Alexandrine. I felt lazy and simply just used the one I've got on my Facebook at the moment.