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I must not fear the geek t-shirt. Fear is the lol-killer. Fear is the little geek death that brings complete monotony. I will face my inner nerd. I will permit it to pass through me and over me and encourage me to pridefully display my geekery. And when it is gone I will feel a little sad and maybe go play a little Oblivion to make myself feel better. When the game is pwnt there will be nothing, because if I really love it I’ll just...

Wish List/Ways you can make Mel Squeal: Purchasing a $2 avatar || Commissioning me for a tiny piece of art that only costs $5-$10 (I will totally adjust my prices so long as the image isn’t HUGE AND COMPLICATED. Srsly, d00ds.) || Purchasing a Print from my D.A. Gallery! (Did you know that if you choose the smallest sizes available, some of them are no more than THIRTY CENTS right now! THEY’RE ON SALE RIGHT NOW!11! Why? Every...

Apologies to those of you who watch me on live journal and Facebook–this will probably be a repost. :) She made the piano weep. Pretty melodramatic of me, I know. Ever since the day I heard her play Pathetique, second movement in A flat minor, certain things inside me began to move, to change. All because of her crooked little, freckle spotted, chewed nailed hands that coaxed my mother’s piano to make noises I’d never heard of...

All of the women in my family have had rocking chairs. My grandmother, whom always smelled like something cooking–apple pies and casseroles, perfect hash browns that no one in our generation has yet to reproduce–had one. It was the central point of her home and her kitchen. People came from all over town to visit nearly every night and the kitchen is where everyone would be. My grandmother would pull out a card table, have...