Kaymyth

Wait...since when did the Guild of Arts turn into an RP guild?

Well, not death. You've just received a hemalurgic spike that bestows upon you...something. Nobody knows quite what. I've had one lodged in my ribcage for over a year now, and I still don't know what power I got. One bit of advice - spoiler tags are good for hiding large images.

Noo! Just because Voidus is a mod doesn't mean his cookies are to be trusted! I could see them because they're showing on the main forum page in the recently added sidebar. Anyway, Guilds around here are pretty relaxed. Pretty much just post in the thread and point 'em to your work, and they'll add you to the member list.

I was all set to start working out today. Get downstairs, try to fire up the elliptical, can't. Realize that it's not plugged in. Further realize that its power adapter is probably in a box somewhere, unlabeled. Machine doesn't have the power specs printed on the side, so we can't just plug anything into it. Ordered new power adapter. Will be here Tuesday. *sulk*

I found your sketches. Girl, you are good. Might I interest you in joining the Guild of Arts? http://www.17thshard.com/forum/topic/23585-guild-of-arts/

That sounds like some major physics pedanticism there. We call the magnetic pole on the north end of the planet the North Magnetic Pole because it's in the north. If, someday, our poles flip, there will probably be a giant scientific argument over whether to keep calling the pole in the north the NMP. The scientific community will want to keep it "accurate" and everyone else will want to keep it "simple" and we'll wind up with the greatest divide since Imperial vs Metric. (If Scadrial's magnetic poles are flipped from ours, it doesn't matter, we'll never know, because Earth isn't Cosmere so nobody from Earth can compare their compasses to one from Scadrial.)

His/Her Feline Majesty, Sir/Lady Fluffybutt the Destroyer

Oh, they'll always be nice to you, even if you refuse the cookies. Most everyone around here is nice, in a surprisingly non-creepy way. This is a very odd corner of the internet.

Welcome! We have an entire gallery section for posting art; it should be fairly easy to figure out how to upload. I recommend moving on to the Mistborn books next, but I'm biased 'cause that's my favorite series. Beware the cookie-bearers. Not all is as it seems.

Good luck and happy birthday! And most excellent. Wayne's shenanigans will definitely take the edge off of your nervousness.

Everything is a potential horror story to you. You could take sugar glider and make it terrifying, somehow. The fact that it's zucchini is extra funny in context of the forum, since it was the username of a troll who was so bad as to make it into the reputation count at the -100 rank. But it is often zucchini, because when that stuff produces, hoooo boy does it ever produce. One good row can leave you drowning in the stuff.

So many people think that the Zucchini Fairy phenomenon is just an apocryphal tale. It's not. I may be exaggerating how often it happens, but when you get a really, really good growing year and people are overflowing with produce, they will find ways to give the extra to the people they know. Even if it means sneaking it into their cars. Or onto their front steps. Or their back porches. Really, once someone's decided that you need their extra produce, there's no escape.

I know you're nervous. But you'll be fine. They're already interested enough in you to be flying you halfway across the country for an in-depth interview and tour. As my husband so eloquently put it, so long as you don't tell them that you like to eat children, you'll be all right. (I've got my fingers crossed that they offer you the job before you leave.) Oh, and a random word of advice about living in small-town midwest. Once summer hits, you're going to want to make sure you lock your car. People in small towns have gardens, and everyone plants way more zucchini than they could ever hope to eat. If you leave your car unlocked, and somebody who has a garden spots and recognizes it, you will wind up with a box of squash sitting in your passenger seat. So...either lock your car all the time, or find a good recipe for zucchini bread.

Twi, I am 38 years old and I like songs by The Offspring and My Chemical Romance. I also still cackle softly inside when I make my mother roll her eyes. Listening to rebellious music and taking delight in annoying one's parents are not valid benchmarks with which to measure one's ability to adult.

Oh, that's right, Silverblade had to move the past stuff because he found the post character limit. It takes me to the top of the page; doesn't jump it down to the right post. But Firefox has been acting kind of jankety on me for a while now. I still can't fix the problem where it crashes whenever a video plays for more than a minute or so.

It's a friendly battle, I assure you. *grumblemumbles about the spike lodged between my ribs from when I was a foolish enough newbie to accept a cookie...I don't even know what it does...*

It didn't quite work the way I think you mean it to. It takes you to page 11.

Nah, someone would have to dip my yarn in bronze paint for that to happen.

What Mashadar said. Near the beginning of the thread are all the profiles of past-featured members. Kobold King's is particularly entertaining.

Heh. Nothing quite like crocheting a tiny Yoda head while watching Spaceballs. Look at me! I am accomplishing something not-lazy!

You get the most adorable baby elder god to ever curl a tentacle around your finger. *inserts all of this cold, cold weather*

Sent! Hopefully with a minimum of flailing. I...should probably see about dinner. Food is good. Husband often forgets to eat, not because he isn't hungry, but because he gets distracted by other things (usually video games or napping).

It's a bit aggravating to start, but it makes tiny heads come together much more prettily. No holes in heads! I...actually might want to pick your brain about an unrelated thing, since I've already got your attention. I'm trying to figure out how best to do a Thing in such a way that is most acceptable for the boards. Would it be OK if I shot you a PM? What she said. They're both very useful skills to learn, and you can make lots of cool things with either of them. I've knitted everything from scarves to blankets to Jayne Cobb's Very Cunning Hat. Crochet seems to lend itself better to making tiny adorable people.

I actually have a good friend who's a crocheter who taught me some things last weekend, including the magic ring. (Man, that one was a doozy. Took me half a dozen tries to beat it into submission.) Mostly, the book pictures/explanations were kind of crap for explaining how it worked, and I needed to have her show me. Now I've just got to get the feel down and put the muscle memory into my fingers. I keep on getting the crochet hook caught on the yarns I'm trying to pull through. Knitting feels so much easier to me. "I can learn this crochet thing!" I thought. "How hard can it be?" Hah! At least I'm a lot less prone to injury with a crochet hook than when I'm working chain or scale mail. It's kind of amusing, though, as she's crocheted for years and recently learned to knit. I've knitted for years and am now learning to crochet. I believe upon the completion of my first project, we will have successfully reversed the polarity of our creative neutron flows. ETA: You've gotta love the Disney markup on things. I am willing to share patterns. And willing to share the patterns I work up for Cosmere bitties, too.

*waits for another post to pop up to avoid double-posting 'cos can't figure out how to edit a new quote into existing post* I am new to crochet, though I've been knitting for several years. My BIL and SIL got me a Star Wars crochet book/kit for Christmas, because they know I'm a sucker for creative nerdy things. Of course, little did they know that I'd take one look at the thing and visions of tiny adorable Vins and Kelsiers started dancing in my head. Edit: She ninjaed me again. Dangit, somebody post something! You have no idea how loudly I snorted when I saw that term myself.