But no bacon...





And now I'm off to the store! What a thrilling day for moi!

Out of boredom, and possibly due to early morning dentistry and lack of sleep (What an awesome combo!), I've gone and gotten a fresh batch of dragon eggs:



Please show these little freaks some clicky love. Or poke them with sticks. I forget the proper procedure with handling unborn lizard beasties now...

Editing to add some other sprites here now. I figure if I'm going to play silly web games, I might as well go full bore on this! So here's some freaky magic critters to click at, too:

Fine, there's no farm and these eggs aren't all fresh, and I don't know if they'd be good for eating, because they be pixels. But still! Click, plx?






Here's me hatchlings:




And I've got this guy I'm not sure what's up with:
Edit: Yay, people helped me figure it out on the dragon communities. I feel like a doof.

I'm getting more into the dragon thingy, alas. So here's me incubator. ARRRRR! (I don't know why, I just giggle over the thought of a pirate saying incubator.)



I picked up another water baby and a double dragon hatchling from the abandoned ones earlier. And the ever lovely and amazing Miss Xyrra helped point me towards communities for these. I kind of forgot there's the whole rest of LJ out there, rather like how I seem to have forgotten the whole rest of the world outside the little bit I see. I need to fix that.

And yes, I realize all of my dragons are blues so far. Blue is pretty! I'm still learning what all the various sorts are, really.

I couldn't resist trying for a water egg. I hope I can just get it to hatching stage, eep!

Here's the other one, too. It should be a guardian dragon, if I'm getting things right now.

I figured I'd try this one more time. Please click ze egg, he or she would like to hatch and grow up to be a proper digital dragon creature thing.

I think I'm starting to turn around again. It's been a lot of crazy this year, but it feels like I'm starting to pull up from it, just a bit, millimeter by millimeter.

It's strange how reflections from seven years ago abound in my current online life. I've a friend named Harlequin, met on April 12th of last year, who use to know the original Harlequin. I'm finding myself in the core of a big and crazy group in the virtual world. There's even a zany Swede.

A keen thing is that it feels as if I can really achieve some good with what I'm working at doing lately, even if it's in some off-hand way. Only I've been pushing myself too hard, and got too stressed in the process. People are super scary again, for the moment. But my art is getting seen, and enjoyed, and I can make people happy, so woot.

On that note, I'm away to bed and sleep and dreams. Ninight, world.

I want to make a place for my hate, because it's new and awkward, shiney but uncertain. I want to know where it belongs when I wake up in the dark and can't see, but can find those things I need by feel and by memory.

It's like a lens I can look through and filter away the illusions that love or care weaves around those who are just ... human. And fallible. And false. I want to learn how to use it, so I won't hurt, and so I won't hurt them with my adoration or presumptions.

People aren't gods. They're just people. Put someone on a pedestal, and they'll look for the quickest way to get off, even if it destroys the perceptions or hearts of those who built the thing in the first place.

Hate is useful. And it's just an emotion.

On the street outside, probably where the driveway here meets the north-south street there, I just heard the tire-squeal/crunch sound one never expects in real life.

Hollywood desensitizes us to mordern day drama. Yay.

I wonder how bad it was.