Apparently i don’t do “art” anymore. well, except this thing here, which I did for an FF9 fanzine. Anyway, to the real reason I’m posting: I made cookies. And they were godlike, and my sieve-like mind will never recall what I did, so here.

DELICIOUS FUCKING COOKIES
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 eggs
1/4 cup light olive oil
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup brown sugar
2 teaspoon mexican imitation vanilla extract
2/3 bag of toffee chips

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Bake for 9 to 11 minutes until bottom of cookies are golden brown. Let stand for 2 minutes, then place on wire racks to cool.

Look at those delicious fucking cupcakes. I made like forty of them. Or more. I’m making this post not only because I had a birthday, but because I want to be sure I don’t lose track of what I did to make these. Seriously, I have never had a tastier cupcake. They melt in your mouth.

Delicious Fucking Super Moist Cherry-Chocolate Cupcake Recipe:

1 box chocolate cake mix. I used a Paula Deen mix because that’s what was at the discount store.
1/2 cup olive oil. We didn’t have any vegetable oil. Happy fucking accident.
4 eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons mexican imitation vanilla. I don’t know. My husband bought it because it’s cheap.
1 teaspoon espresso powder. I read somewhere that it makes the chocolate taste better. IT DOES.
1/2 cup maraschino cherry juice. The box said 1 1/3 cups water. A friend said substitute the water with the cherry sugar juice. The box said milk made it richer. I experimented.
1/2 and 1/3 cups milk. What does that make together? I don’t fucking know. I majored in art.
1 1/2 bottles of maraschino cherries. All I could find were 10oz bottles of cherry. So 15oz?

The cupcake liners needed to be filled 3/4s of the way up or a little more, and baked at 350 degrees for around 25 minutes. This recipe makes easily more than 18. I made two batches, and would have had 50 if I hadn’t run out of liners first. I also baked them the day before I needed them because I had read somewhere else that they taste even better having been allowed to sit overnight. The chocolate part, I didn’t notice a difference in, but the cherries seemed to go better with the chocolate after a day. Still, I think I might do fresh cherries instead of maraschino next year–the chocolate was pleasantly dark, and the maraschinos were really too sweet. You don’t need an electric mixer–I don’t own one myself. Just beat it until it thickens up.

Iced them with cream cheese frosting, and topped with gloriously dark-looking cherries.

So yeah. Birthdays. I turned 28, and I’m kicking myself because I had planned to have all of Samisk the Dead up by now. However, my comics work has picked up, so i haven’t had time to edit the remaining chapters to my satisfaction. Also, peek here: Rawn’s built us another bookshelf.

Raie hadn’t returned by dawn. They dismissed this—such was her way, after all. So, Petrel searched ahead. It was slow-going, finding the white and bronze stones, but the way wasn’t hard, and they made their way up the mountain, bit by bit.

The sun disbersed the fog by noon, and they could see more of the mountain. Not to the top, but for miles, certainly. The scraggly trees, as bare as they looked up close, lent the distant peeks soft greens and golds. There were touches of red and purple too—autum came earlier this far north. The little town of Sepwen shrank beneath them, rosy and toy-like. Jerea glanced back at it often, bemused. Continue reading →

Sanded it, and fixed it’s wobble with a bit of glue. I have this chair I snagged from a thrift store. I needed a chair. Specifically, I needed a vaguely uncomfortable chair, the kind you have to get up to get away from for a little bit until your ass forgives you again. Otherwise, I slouch all over, and my back hurts, and my hip-joints go loose and strange.

So, this is a dining room chair. I’ve painted it a deep, almost tropical blue-green. It has a chartreuse and pink and teal cushion. The picture really doesn’t do the colors justice. It’s ridiculous, and I will bitch about it, and shake out my limbs and walk around the house. Maybe I’ll play with my cat, or do some dishes. And then I’ll trot back up the stairs to get back to work.

That was the idea. The reality is, since finishing the chair, I’ve mostly worked on the floor, in sprawling piles of papers. The chair is now too cute to use.

My computer went kaput in the last few weeks. I went into a flurry of panic and selling comic pages and researching ways of monetizing webcomics. To be honest, i hate even having to think about it, but, a handful of people were incredibly sweet, and bought a few pages, and sent bits and of pockets of money and well-wishes. About $230. And then I got sick. And now i have to fret over my brother’s upcoming wedding.

I need to update this blog more. Also, I need to figure out how to fix the site code. If you have firefox 4, you can probably see an exactly 28px gap between the edge of the window, and the top of this white content box. It’s driving me up the goddamn wall.

Dinner, cold, was humble. Petrel stretched out, and Yorn with him. She layed her head into the boy’s ribs, her arms across the bones and belts of his hips. Above, the stars blazed. Petrel hadn’t seen stars this bright since he left the sands. They hurt him, and made him feel empty.

Guin had first watch this night. The others did their best to warm themselves without fire, and sleep. Orin was already snoring—Petrel envied him for that. He shifted, and squirmed, trying not to shift too much and keep Yorn up. Her breath lengthened, steadying and restful. Continue reading →