Tasuki Project – Brittney Sabo

Let me tell you about Brittney Sabo. She is an awesome artist, really likes cats, shares my love of yaoi, has a distressing fascination with mermen, and does the webcoming All Night, which you really should be reading. Brittney enjoys anime, so she was a natural choice for this little fanart project of mine and let me tell you she did not disappoint!

Art by Brittney Sabo, 2013Thank you, Brittney! I adore it!

Tasuki Project – Jodee Rose

Here is the first piece I have received in my collection of Tasuki art. It is by the delightful Jodee Rose, who also goes by @fattieart on Twitter and is the mind behind Da Cheeseblarg, which is lovely and you should read. Once you read one post, it’s hard to stop. She not only drew him for me, she colored it too!

art by Jodee Rose 2013art by Jodee Rose 2013

I love that it’s Eikouden Tasuki. Y’know, the series where I no longer feel like a cradle robber (at least until I hit 40 and can call myself a cougar). Ahem.

Anyway, thank you Jodee!

You Had ONE Job.

Ha ha ha, what am I saying? Oh, right, I GOT A JOB. In case you were wondering why I never update this thing anymore, it’s because I not only got a job, it’s also because I just finished studying like a madwoman for my state exam to get back my credentials as a Registered Vet Tech. And even though I haven’t seen the results yet, I would like to go ahead and let you know that I kicked that scantron’s ASS.

The job has been going well. It has its ups and downs, like any job, and there have been some days lately that I have been pretty stressed. Friday I ate 10 Tums over the course of the day for various reasons. Immodium, Pepto, and I have become besties, as well as my Ativan and Xanax (not at the same time, you goof). I am a ball of stress, constantly worrying that I’ll make a mistake and get fired. That’s normal with experiences like mine, right?

Anyway, I have about two weeks to go before I will be through my 90 day learning period and while I am still terrified of dental radiography, the doc said he gave my last set of rads “a solid B+.” Coming from him – he’s super-hypercritical – that was like saying he was giving me a key to the clinic. (j/k, I already have a key. And an alarm code. I rule.)

Now that I’m getting paid on a regular basis, I have embarked on a project that has been in the back of my mind for a long time. I call it the Tasuki Project and it is fantastic. Basically I commission different artists to draw my beloved manga husband of (OH MY GOD) 17 years in their own styles and collect them, to be hung in my manga library like the shrine to Gen-chan that he deserves. I plan on posting them here as I get them, of course. Because why shouldn’t you be subjected to my insanity?

And now, to put on my scrubs again and go up to care for a hospitalized patient. Glamour and glitter, fashion and fame, and all that jazz.

Yes, I did just go with both Jem and Chicago. What of it?

Summers Past

It’s hot and steamy outside here in Lamesville. That means I’m having those lovely memory flashbacks to the summers of my youth, before I got old and jaded.

This cat had so many dreams when he was a kid.

One or two summers, I worked at a Mother’s Day Out program at a local church. It was actually kind of fun, and the church basement had one of those old-school drink machines that had Cokes in glass bottles for a nickle. I ran around after kids, changed diapers, and stopped several games of Doctor before they got anywhere good. The kids loved me because I sprayed them with the hose. I loved being out of the house and paid under the table because I was too young to actually work.

The summer before Mister E and I were dating, I was taking an SAT prep course at his old high school. Again, the upside was that I got to be out of the house – if I had to pick between taking practice tests and staying at home with my insane mother, it was a no-brainer – and my boyfriend at the time had a summer job. I won two dictionaries with my verbal skills and learned how to take the SAT on less than three hours of sleep, a skill that would serve me well when I got wasted the night before the real test and had to take it with a massive hangover. I have not always been the well-put-together pillar of sobriety I am these days. However, I still got a 1310. ::preen preen::

The summer before college, I worked at a photo lab where I saw a lot of stripper bulges, peoples’ vacation photos, and got to see what happens when a man of God gets busted. People don’t go to photo labs much anymore, but every time I pass one I get a little teary-eyed for some reason. Maybe it’s the fumes.

The one place my brain keeps returning to is the plant nursery where I worked for a couple of months when I was in college. This was the same place where I got pissy when I got laid off and told a woman what she could do with her begonias.

On a typical day, The Dad would take me to work when it was still cool outside and a little dark. I’d listen to the Fushigi Yuugi soundtrack on the way to work and reluctantly put it away when I got there. I’d put on my apron, get up to the shack at the top of the hill to clock in, and go outside to start watering the plants in the morning. Then I’d go inside and get behind the register and wait for people to come in and buy their stuff. It was hot, I got headaches a lot, and I hid my notebooks behind the register so I could write while no one was looking. It was usually fanfiction, it was usually terrible, and it usually had to do with Fushigi Yuugi at that point.

Still, in some way, I was happy. Aside from my cousin, I can’t remember anyone else who worked there but I remember the smell of the shack, the way my lunch tasted, the feeling of the ice pack on the back of my neck when I had a headache. I remember the weird barnwood the shack was made out of, the nine-key register buttons, the way the squares of sod smelled and felt when I had to help carry them, and the way the plants smelled when it rained every now and then.

Memory is so weird. I remember sounds and smells so vividly that I’m instantly transported back to that time and place. Kind of makes me miss those times, even though at that point in history I might have wanted to forget all about it. I guess that’s memory filtration for you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go outside in the 100 degree heat of South Texas and remember what it was like to have so much potential.