March 4th, 2017

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coloring: elfquest: picknose

“PICKNOSE,” shrieked the six year old, gleefully. “Why is he called PICKNOSE? Does he PICK HIS NOSE A LOT?!?!”

“No,” I said, amused. “It’s because is nose is shaped like a pick, which is the thing he’s holding.”

Indy was less disappointed by this than I expected. :)

I haven’t done much coloring lately, by which I mean, in the past 6 months. I opened up my big Elfquest coloring book once and got overwhelmed because all I’d put down on the page so far were the orange highlights for the fire reflections on skin, and it looked like so much work to continue that I didn’t. But I finally looked at the actual coloring book, and this page, which was next, wasn’t too overwhelming. (The next page is also of trolls. I would have…laid it out differently, if it’d been mine. I also wouldn’t have had four versions of basically the same scene, but I’ve muttered about this before so I won’t again. Not much, at least.)

Anyway, doing the shading on this was fun, which is probably indicative of some kind of mental problem on my part. Although of course I then found a filter on my phone that smoothed out the shading so it looked much more impressive and liquidy and stuff, so I sulked for a while about that, but I’m not posting the filtered one because it’s not really what I did. :p

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(x-posted from The Essential Kit)

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Sugar Wars: Whoops

Despite my careless confidence yesterday, I went over calorie budget today. Given that I was below all week (drastically below on the day I inadvertantly barfed up dinner @.@), I’m not exactly concerned about this. It’d be nice if all this nonsense reflects in the scale on weigh-in day. We’ll see.

I went to a movie this afternoon and was quite hungry going in, but reluctant to get popcorn or any of the other crap available at the theatre. I stopped at a local bakery and got an eclair instead.

I mean, I ate it, because I was hungry, but I could tell from the first bite that I wasn’t really impressed with it. (I mean, beyond the fact that with one glorious exception, I’ve never had eclairs that I thought were as eclairs should be. The exception was at a farmer’s market where one of the businesses made eclairs that were the Platonic ideal. Like, these things were what God had in mind when God said “Let there be eclairs.” They used real, dark chocolate, almost a ganache, and chantilly cream, and a lavendar blossom on top, and they were *perfect*. As it happened, the last time I saw that company at that market, I stopped to tell them that these were the perfect eclairs. The guy said to the woman, “See?! I *told* you so!” and then they were never there again. Perhaps I broke the spell?)

None of that was the point. The point was that normally even if an eclair wasn’t the Platonic Ideal, I’d have been all like “eclair nom” and I was much more “eclair meh”.

It’s certainly nice to be past the murderous stage of this, to feel like I’ve turned a corner. I know all too well that it would be exceptionally easy to fall right back off the wagon, but right now, at least, it’s nice.

(x-posted from The Essential Kit)