Deceiving the Lie: Part VI
Oy. I’m just so out of it. I have some pretty outrageous food allergies, and I let my sister buy me some gluten-free, dairy-free, ice cream a few days ago. But I was a jackass and didn’t read the label. Turns out it had soy and processed sugar in it, and about 30 other things that I’m also allergic to. So I’m pretty much down and out for the count. And I’ll probably be feeling like poo for a few more days. For that reason, I’m kind of iffy about updating, because I really couldn’t pay as much attention to this as I wanted to. I seriously phoned it in. I was too busy cursing the ice cream heavens.
<complaining>It’s really long. I know I said I’d be sticking to shorts, but I lied to myself. It’s also very sit-and-talky. Sit-and-talky things always suck. It’s a law.
Not to mention, I hate stretch skeleton, so I’ve been using alternative methods to make some of my guys look enormous, but apparently I haven’t been using the same methods during all my picture-taking sessions, because Chauncey goes back and forth between being a pipsqueak and a humungoid.
To make matters worse, Lacuna Coil and Depeche Mode both released their albums this week, and I couldn’t be more unimpressed. Especially Depeche. I mean, I could really smack them. Hard. Don’t disappear for 3 years and then pop back in just to say hello, you technotronic-abusing buttbags. Dammit Depeche, you’re worse than ice cream. </complaining>
On the other hand, the idea of working on this later is sooooo unappetizing, so I’m just gonna post what I have and deal. Sorry.
