Bored and jobless. Eeeenk.

I've gotten really into plushies lately. I'm kinda proud of my cyndaquil, which I posted today here. A week or two back, I posted it on LiveJournal and reveled in the praise. I need that pick-me-up sometimes, because my art's going no where, and I don't write as often as I ought to.

Someone on LiveJournal said that I should make some more Cyndaquil and sell them on Ebay. And, y'know, I totally would. 'Cept I haven't the slightest clue how Ebay works and it kinda scares me.

I'm not feeling so depressed these days. But I am feeling useless. I can't find a job, so I feel extremely poor and restless.

There's a Ren. Faire in Oakland on the 11th and 12th, and the Guild sent me an actor's pass, so I really want to go. That is, the St. Guiles' Rennaisance Actors Guild, not the Guild of Calamitous Intent. Anyway, Rex also got an actor's pass, so we'll probably head up to the bay area for it. 'Cause, seriously, there just ain't too much else going on around here.

There was a Twilight Zone marathon going on the last few days, so I binged my brain on it. I swear to god I'm seeing sinister things everywhere I look. It's great.

Guess that's about it. Nnnng....

Happy Birthday, America.