June 28th, 2006



Yesterday it struck me that I needed a lightboard, or a trace board, whatever you want to call it, for art. (This is because I've learned that if I trace a drawing once, I have a much better feel for then doing it freehand, so it's really a very useful learning method for me.) So, as a procrastinatory technique, I just remembered this and came to look them up.

Jeez. The cheapest I found at a glance is €86, and the one that's of a size more like what I'd prefer is €155. For twenty-five cents less I could get a *projector*.

Now, my experience with projectors is that gosh, all the blood falls out of your arms while you're using one, but you can do things of all sizes with a projector, which you can't so much with a lightboard. (You can also use a window and some tape to trace, but that also involves the blood falling out of the arms, which is what I was trying to avoid. Plus cold arms from leaning on the window.)

So. Should I get a 10x12" lightboard (€85.50), a 12x18" lightboard (€155), or a projector (€154.75)? Discuss and advise!

stupid, stupid kitsnaps

Still trying to deal with the spam problem on kitsnaps. Turning comments off didn't work, 'cause the damned comment form itself is buried somewhere and the spiders can find it but I can't. There's a hack available that people are responding positively to, but I'm out of heart for dealing with it. If anybody feels like spending twenty minutes hacking my photoblog comments, email me or leave me a comment or something.

salymander is the 200th person to flist me. salymander, if you wish to email me your mailing address to cemurphyauthor at gmail dot com, I'll send you a signed copy of whichever of my books you like. Except if you want URBAN SHAMAN you're going to have to wait for me to get my act together and get more copies of it myself.

*pauses to go email the right person to get those*


Um. What else. Writing: two steps forward, one step back. Which is better than the other way around, I suppose, but I wrote about 9 pages and deleted 4 or 5. Probably 2500 words; 2K forward, then stitching things together in the stuff I cut out. I have had *enough* of fixing the damned setup now, please. Frustratingly, I wasn't sure about the stuff I'd written today, but when Ted and I walked into town today I flung myself on his plotty mercy and he helped me figure out that what I'd written was okay and how to make it work with ongoing conflict and problems. I may have to suck his brain again tomorrow, though, 'cause I only half remember it right now.

Speaking of Ted! Ted has a JOB! He's going to be working at the Commodore Hotel in Cobh, and there are more details on his LJ. Yay Ted! *beam* We're pretty pleased about this! Yay!

Hm. Oh yes, the last thing was that nigh unto a year ago, debela sent me the first 3 seasons of Gilmore Girls, on the logic that I would probably like it. Given that aberdeen, whose media tastes largely coincide with mine, adores it, and that agrimony squees happily over it, this was a fairly safe bet. I've now watched the first 4 episodes. Collapse )

(Also, season 4 Alias has got nothing on seasons 1 and 2, or even 3, for that matter, at least not 6 episodes in.)

miles to Isengard: 139
ytd wordcount: 195,500