City of Heroes fanart!

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My birthday is next month on the fifth! annlarimer asked what I wanted and I begged for art of my shrieky tiny panda girl Xuan Xuan from City of Heroes facing her nemesis, the dastardly Dropbear.

( Some other art of Xuan Xuan that Ann and my friend Ariel have done )

Also, 34 pages from the end of Thief Lord. The book rushed by me the first time I read it too, kinda like Larklight did. Larklight, btw, is a steampunk children's novel. It's incredibly excellent.

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You have no idea how lucky you are that the body disappeared between when I discovered it and when the sun rose high enough for decent pictures

The problem with the two feral cats that call my yard home and worship my mother is that going outside is a lot like stepping into a scene from CSI, especially if mom's been sad because they up the daily tithe during that period.

Today on the front step was a gutted bird, one wing torn off, and a leg scattered further along, prompting this thought:

In tonight's episode of CSI: John's Front Yard, a bird is dismembered and left on the doorstep. What does it mean? What does it have to do with the small mouse on the driveway? All the CSIs know is that the killer has four legs, whiskers, and an inability to feel remorse. Can they crack the case before the killer strikes again?

Answer: No.

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I finished The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke tonight. And it's actually my second reading of the book, but the experience was pretty much the same. Rocketing through it because it's hard to put down once you get started, and just being completely satisfied by the whole thing. Only two parts stick out to me at the end that cause consternation:

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So I've moved onto another fine literary location, The Hundred Acre Woods. I'm learning that old, light-hearted writing is my catnip. Jeeves and Wooster, Winnie-the-Pooh, the Oz books, etc. Narnia too.

This story is from Chapter 1, IN WHICH A HOUSE IS BUILT AT POOH CORNER FOR EEYORE. It has been snowing terribly and Pooh is feeling thoughtful.

"I've been thinking," said Pooh, "and what I've been thinking is this. I've been thinking about Eeyore."
"What about Eeyore?"
"Well, poor Eeyore has nowhere to live."
"Nor he has," said Piglet.
"You have a house, Piglet, and I have a house, and they are very good houses. And Christopher Robin has a house, and Owl and Kanga and Rabbit have houses, and even Rabbit's friends and relations have houses or somethings, but poor Eeyore has nothing. So what I've been thinking is: Let's build him a house."
"That," said Piglet, "is a Grand Idea. Where shall we build it?"
"We will build it here," said Pooh, "just by this wood, out of the wind, because this is where I thought of it. And we will call this Pooh Corner. And we will build an Eeyore House with sticks at Pooh Corner for Eeyore."
"There was a heap of sticks on the other side of the wood," said Piglet. "I saw them. Lots and lots. All piled up."
"Thank you, Piglet," said Pooh. "What you have just said will be a Great Help to us, and because of it I could call this place Poohanpiglet Corner if Pooh Corner didn't sound better, which it does, being smaller and more like a corner. Come along."


-The House At Pooh Corner by A. A. Milne

Meanwhile, from this same story as Eeyore relates a great sadness to Christopher Robin is my favourite set of illustrations of the day:





This book is only 79 pages so I expect I'll be moving onto a new location soon. Might be Narnia again, or Oz (because I want to see Ozma's adventures and see how she's dealing with not being a boy anymore). Something I have digitally because I did not enjoy lugging around a paper book I was always terrified was gonna get all smushed up in my bag.