OK, this silly little meme, from skye_ds fills me with happy. The Fish People were always my favorite Lovecraftian horror, anyhow. (I love the story where the narrator first becomes aware of the awfulness of the Fish People, only to realize with slow growing horror by the end of the story that he's turning into one of them and because it's genetic he can do nothing about it. Love. I think it was "the shadow over Innsmouth." Although my very favorite Lovecraftian stories are written by Neil Gaiman).

Link: The Your Lovecraftian Entity Test written by popegrutch on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

I need to sketch Jackel as a Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish Perrrrrrrrrrrrrrson. With GILLS. Can I convey clammy and fish-eyed at the same time as fur, though? 's a Artistic Challenge.

Also: it's October. My favorite month of the year. It's beautiful. I've had a really delightful and excellent few days. There will be kayaking on Saturday if the weather holds...my family now has a tandem kayak and a single and I am dying to get my paws on them. My dogs and cats and parrots and horses and bunnies and snake and poultry and tropical fish are all full of awesome. Life is feelin' pretty good, recent heartaches aside. The proverbial broken heart can in fact be survived, apparently, which is...kinda nice, because, well, it's pretty painful, dammit. Ow.

Now, if I could *just get the chant from yesterday afternoon's spiral dance out of my head.* Please? I mean seriously brain, there was that really cool one at the sprial dance...uh...Yule before last? That I really wanted to remember, and you simply couldn't be convinced to recall even the melody to it even the morning after. Why remember THIS one? Honestly, at the time it was very sweet and cute, but right now, um, it's less so. We can replace it with another tune for just a little while, can't we, so I don't go completely insane? 'K, brain? Are you listening?!?!!

Maybe it's a sign that I'm about to turn into a Fish Person. I mean really, that would explain a lot about me in general.

Wait. A Fish Person who sings cutesy pagan chants about how wonderful love is? Um. hmmm. That would be a totally different flavor of Lovecraftian Horror, I think.

I'm headed back to the sea soon, you guys. These high collars are really beginning to chafe my gills recently.

The scene: Morning. Jackel is curled up bed, not particuarly interested in motion, and having consumed far too great a quantity of inebriants at Lucy and Kestrel's birthday party the night before. Augh, day star, go 'way. She is watching the birds, who are both loose on their stand.

Gavin: gives Lady The Look. You know The Look. The big, soft eyes. Like Bambi, only perhaps a bit more so. The ooooh, your crest, it is so cute. I want to groom it. May I touch your crest? Please? Just a little?

Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.

Gavin: The Look. Slowly, raises foot. Scratches chin with claw, making eye contact with Lady all the while.

Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.

Gavin: Rubs his head cutely on the driftwood. Makes Big Soft Liquid Bambi eyes. Trust me, conures do this well.

Lady: Ignores Gavin. Turns the other way.

At this point, Gavin sidles up to the oh-so-soft little gray cockatiel with that oh so pettable crest. Lady looks ready to hiss. Gavin positions himself *below* her, all humble and submissive, rubs his head on the driftwood, fluffs his nape and offers. See...I'll let you do my feathers too!

Lady: Ignores Gavin and fluffs.

Gavin: sidles a little closer.

Lady: squawks and flaps off, crashing gently into the wall before landing in an ungraceful pile on the floor. Stares into space for a few seconds before grooming a wing. So maybe my cockatiel isn't the smartest and most graceful bird on earth. Have a problem with that? She's cute, OK?

Gavin: stares down hopefully.

Jackel: picks up Lady.

Lady: squeaks happily and offers crest for immediate skritching.

Gavin: Gives Lady The Look. Gives Jackel The Look.

Jackel: relents and skritches conure as well. "Sorry, dude. Not much I can do here. Yep. Females can be challenging and mysterious creatures. 's true. You're gonna have to figure out this one aaaaall on your own."

...ah yes. It is painfully, hilarious true that my *pet birds* apparently have poly drama. (Polly drama?) The fact that it echoes a bit of my own just a little too closely might disturb me a bit, but I am actually quite happy right now, and besides I am laughing too hard.