Inveighed

Welp, I got an email saying my subscription had run out so I came back to check up on dA. Thousands of journals and about ten thousand artworks later, I feel like my inbox doesn't hate me. Also, there's a thing on my page saying I've been on dA for six years! That's SIX YEARS. And I've been neglecting it for the past year or so. Why? Life. Earthquakes. University. The SCA. I'll try and hang around more often, but you all know how bad I am at keeping promises, so maybe not. But here's the important bits of the past year: I own a house. Really. I'm like a real people or something. I became the Chatelaine of the local SCA group. I got int

We had a sizeable aftershock over the weekend, during which my computer screen made a bid for freedom; I can only assume it was trying to reach the window. I managed to retrieve it from the floor before it could get any further, but I haven't dared turn my computer on since because if the screen is busted it means I have to deal with insurance things. It doesn't really matter. I've already failed at updating the comic on time. I swear, I have about five more weeks' worth of comics in a neat pile beside my computer. I just foget to upload them. Maybe I should change the schedule to "Whenever I get around to it." It'd be more honest that way.

Being luckier than many others in Christchurch, I've been less badly affected by the earthquake, and my life has almost returned to normal. Well, that's a lie. Things are far from normal right now. After spending several days volunteering at the Red Cross, I was offered a job there, processing grant applications for earthquake victims. Being in the mail room is the worst job; you see all the letters and photos of ruined houses people put in with their applications. University is slowly getting back on its feet, but one of my courses has become a distance learning course, and the other two haven't restarted yet, so life is full of uncertaint