Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Look At My Knickers!


Here's a progress photo of the right leg of my French Knickers. The yarn is some sort of rayon in a kinda tea rose color, which doesn't seem to photograph very well. It's a lot paler and more of a gray-ish pink, kind of a grandma color. I figured if I thought it looked bad I could always dye it darker.

Feh.

What else have I been wasting my time on lately? I've been stuck at level 25 in Arcanum and I'm a little tired of being killed by glowing spiders and such in endless tunnels. Tunnels suck, especially if they're full of glowing spiders. I'm at the point where I don't particularly care what the big secret of the Wheel Clan is and I want to take the first airship back home. What do I care if dwarves beat the crap out of each other for no reason? I suppose if I had decided to be a damned magic character instead of a loony technologist in a magnetic top hat (I'm not making this up) I might not die as much.

But the hat looks cool. Sort of.

*ponders hat for a moment*

God, I am such a dork.

I was sort of impressed that the evil dude Arronax (that I guess I'm stuck fighting later in the game whether I want to or not) is named after the scientist in 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. Sort of impressed. Not as impressed as I was by the mechanical fish submarine washed up on the beach of the Isle of Despair. I think I did a little happy-dance at that one.

Note: Chapeau of Magnetic Inversion added on the 19th. No reason.