Various growls and cheers

Up (again) early by my standards. *yawn* Doing a bit of internet stuff, then switching to Hardy Boys true-color flats until about 5:30 pm, at which point I'll start getting ready to head out to the Take Back The Night march. After I get back, perhaps DegSep gaming with Puck (at least)... it partly depends on what George is doing with the 6500/250, since he's got it set up on the coffee table in the living room and is spending time online getting various software and installers for it, and the machines aren't set up to "master/slave" an internet connection. The upshot is that if he's online, I can't be. Grrrr.

Mind you, by the time I get home he might well be done what he's doing and will have moved the monitor back to the 8600/200 here in the studio, which CAN master/slave. Huzzah!

Another side effect of the monitor being on the 6500: I have new pages ready for the editor on Hardy Boys, and can upload the full-sized TIFFs to their FTP site, but cannot email him with proofs, or even let him know that the pages are done -- his email address is on the 8600, which is currently without a monitor. >.< Double grrrr. Guess George didn't think of that when he left the monitor on the 6500... I might try to move/reconnect it myself, but the monitor is so damned heavy...

ETA: Double huzzah! I moved the monitor and reconnected it all by myself (yes, I'm enough of a hardware wimp that this is a MAJOR accomplishment, lol). Soon there will be proofs off to Jim, and all will be good.

*beats uterus with both fists*

Oh, fuck.

My period's coming.

No energy. Headache. Uneasy stomach. Zero appetite.

And a batch of totally sucky new pages on Hardy Boys. The artist isn't even trying anymore. >.< He's making "nonsense" shapes with clipart (some of it filtered to the point of incomprehensibility) and magically expecting me, the colorist, to make it all work. That, and he's forgetting how characters' clothing works AND changing inking style from panel to panel. Translation: He's got an assistant, and a pretty crappy one at that.

Bugger.

Well, THAT was a fucked-up evening

Some things went well. I met cockatiel_art's new rat, Otis, who was a big boy and a complete sweetie. There were a lot of people at the march, which took twenty minutes to wind its way from the North End Womens Centre to the Graffiti Gallery, in a deserted industrial area of town.

The bad news: the "safe walkers" and vans going back to the Centre that I'd heard would be present... weren't. Which left the group of people I walked with, at least, more or less stranded in a not very nice area of town, while there was a reception going on inside the gallery.

That, and I think I royally pissed off morgaine_inanna and her girlfriend by speaking my mind re: taking a cab back while letting my general frustration with the situation show through. >.< They certainly turned and walked away without saying goodbye. If I end up getting kicked out of the Shrine of Diana, I won't be terribly surprised. In any case, morgaine_inanna, if I offended you or your girlfriend, I humbly apologize -- you know I'm usually a bit more reasonable and gentle of manner.

Fucking hormones. My period started less than five minutes after I got home; yes, the three of us who were left standing there on the street when Jill and her girlfriend took their leave actually DID end up taking a cab.

All in all, things generally suck at this moment.

*punches self upside the head and goes to hide in shame*