Diametrically opposed.

A while back the wonderful Ursula Veron announced that it would be possible to get her art on a T-shirt. I LOVE her stuff. I don't normally buy prints, I'd rather commissionn originals, but a piece by Ursula shares my wallspace with a Salvadore Dali, the only two prints I have ever shelled out money for. (And the Ursula one cost more, but it's limited edition.) Anyhow, since that announcement a couple days back I've been pondering what I wanted. She's done a lot of really good, really weird, really intersting stuff, and it was hard to decide, but today I finally winnowed it down to just a handful. And then I realized what the only two possible choices were. I needed to get the Pearaphim and Azeazelbunny.

They're opposites, you see, and myself being myself I had to have them. I'm fascinated with opposites held in balance. It's why I want a statue of the Dancing Shiva someday, as the dance represents both death and life.

But I can't decide... do I have good and evil here, or do I have silly and goth?

Either way, I shall enjoy the double takes I get from both of these. Mwa ha ha ha!

Glee!

Today is being a good day! I just bought a pair of kirins! Mwa ha ha ha! And my interference paints arrived yesterday, so I can paint them in ridiculously vibrant metallics with a second color "flash" that only shows from some angles, if I like. Heeeeee!

Eesh

No such thing as a mood so good it's impossible to spoil it.

*sigh*

Isn't life wonderful?

So... a series of events:

1. I decide I need to touch up my Windstone Mother dragon before selling her. (Anybody want a really, really, really old retired green Windstone in just-short-of-mint condition?)
2. I research materials, learn that a specific paint marker is used by Windstone for the gold bits.
3. I order the marker, to be delivered priority mail.
4. The marker company leaves a message on my machine asking me to authorize their sending the marker by UPS ground, as it's flammabe and can't go airmail. I do not get this message, as my phone wasn't properly showing voicemail.
5. A few weeks later I write myself a check for the exact balance contained in my old bank account, and depost it into my new, taking out $200 in cash at the same time so that I can buy some silver. (They don't take checks at the silver place, for reasons shortly apparent.)
6. Verizon institutes a new mailbox system, their warning about losing all messages causes me to check my voicemail, where I find the message left earlier. I authorize the marker shipment, eagery await delivery.
7. The marker payment is taken out of my old bank account.
8. My check to myself reaches my old bank, and is bounced back, with insufficient funds, because my account is now less the price of a marker + shipping. (About $6.)
9. I get a call from the new bank going "er, we're not mad or anything, we just wanted to let you know that your check bounced and you're now in the red because of the $200 chash you took out of it, since there was less than that in the account when you started."
10. I curse fate, my own stupidity, and the horrible timing of the universe, and go to write myself a new check that will leave a hundered bucks or so in the old account, because heaven knowns what else I have lurking out there as yet uncleared.

The whole fiasco is costing me an annoying amount, given that I got charged a check return fee by the one bank, and an overdraft fee by the other. (Though happily the new bank is nicer about this, as the overdraft fee there was about a fifth the size of the one the old used to charge me for that. Pacific Continental and Zions respectively, if anybody cares.)

Doran!

There are almost handpaws! (They need pawpads, and I still have to decide how best to do that... )