I finally, finally
mailed Puck's Christmas present on Thursday. Now all that's left is Ryuu's package, and then I will be done handling things that I meant to send out in December.
Speaking of Christmasy things, back around then I picked up Trans-Siberian Orchestra's "The Lost Christmas" CD. It took over my mind
the titular song. There was a whole weird music video choreagraphed and rendered in my head. Well, this Monday, I finished one particular scene
from that whole set.
Wonder how much work it would be for to animate the whole thing. Probably an evil pain, really, especially with getting the music to fit along with it. My mind stretches and compresses events as it sees fit.
This picture also continues the trend of me not completing Christmas-based artworks until well after Christmas itself.
And my dear, dear little lurikeen champion Smaragaid hit level 40 on Thursday then went on a Master Level 1 and 2 raid on Friday. Why, yes, those two events were connected. The only battlegroup step he missed was the final step in Master Level 2, which I'll try to make up the next time there's an ML2 raid. As it is, he just needs to do two group steps in ML1 to finish that, and do the solo step and chess in ML2 to have everything done but Runihura.
I will have a second 50 sometime in the future! Rawr!
Maliar finally got some more work done on a masterpiece job that's probably been written off as abandoned by now. Oh, well, if that's so, then Maida will have some really awesome boots and gloves for her next suit of armor.
Thuulstrea, my elven nightshade, spent a mostly enjoyable day in Thidranki today. Sure, the Hibs were about as organized as the Armada Decepticons (read: organization? What a cruel, cruel joke). Sure, we fumbled our chance to capture the central keep earlier in the day. Sure, we kept feeding ourselves to the Albs and Mids. But I got to spend time with Culliket and Angharad's stealthers, who I can trust to back me up when bad stuff is going and vice versa. We roamed around and killed people, got killed ourselves, went back out there to kill some more.
One spectacularly fun point was when Alquafea and Nadonn were killing a couple of Alb mages (I'd been injured, so I was swanning around, looking for a place to sit and rest) when someone dropped a mez on the Albs. As Nadonn put it, "Hey, one of our bards finally figured out what he was doing." 'Cept... It wasn't one of our bards. It was a Midgardian healer.
'Least the Albs died first and gave us realm points.
Loosely related to both Dark Age of Camelot and my tendency to internally script music videos... ( Lunatron introduced me to Blind Guardian. )