after one long season of waiting

1) I crocheted a small bee today, and he has tiny plastic eyes and he is staring at me all doleful-like because I don't have yarn for his wings. Like, he knows I'll give him wings eventually, and he's hopeful, but the look still makes me sad because the poor bee is wingless! I am so pathetic even yarn can boss me around no wonder I've been bullied into working late these days.

2) I spent part of today searching eBay for an appropriate helmet that I could modify into something along the lines of the Great Machine's. (That picture is totally cheating for reasons I am not apt to explain at the moment, because it's about as misleading as they come but it amuses the crap out of me so it's the one I'm linking.) It's not often a super hero satisfies both my slight tendency towards the steampunk aesthetic and my political bent, but Ex Machina does so you know, if any of you are looking for something to read (and you aren't reading it already, because I'm perpetually behind on everything), I totally recommend it. (Those links are also cheating, but the latter is pretty much the reason I ended up picking up the series curse you, scans_daily. Plus they're not spoilery. In addition to being amusing, it's good. And I ♥ Kremlin.)

3) I am having a hard time not making a giant political post. Things lately have been giving me warm-fuzzies, what with the train trip and all the snazzy waving. It makes me feel, I don't know... historically relevant. I'm also infinitely sad now that I'm not in DC (that I basically turned down a chance at tickets to the inauguration, though they were a long-shot and I'm still not sure I'm big on huge crowds and I know I couldn't get the time off work). And I'm sad that I'll be at work on Tuesday and not even able to watch the inauguration (unless I take lunch super-early and find some place that might be showing it). As far as I can tell, there isn't even a big shindig in my neighborhood and I freaking live in Hyde Park guys. How can this be? If nothing else, I will dance happily in the streets. ... As long as they're not still covered in ice.

4) I am slowly nursing a plot bunny. I'm keeping it in an incubator, in the hopes that with enough attention it'll turn into something. They're so rare these days, I'm surprised I haven't resorted to digging for mosquitoes in amber that might contain plot bunny blood. I'd take plot bunny Jurassic Park over complete lack of plot bunnies. (I remember when my mind was more like plot bunny Jurassic Park, and things were much more fun back then. And I was a better writer.)

5) I miss college, because then I'd have someone to geek out over this stuff with, rather than sitting in my apartment hoping someone out there in the ether is listening (not that I haven't always been shouting at the ether, but usually there've been other outlets). On the other hand, this build-up may be what's pushing my writing muses back out of their dusty little emo corners, so staring down the real world by my lonesome most of the time isn't all that bad. But I'm so bored.