When real things happen to imaginary people

Apparently the Face Off show had a Monster High episode the other night? Various people told me about this, so I went looking for photos. And then started being somewhat snobbish over on Tumblr about the fangs on Draculaura.



Because those are not good fangs! They're clunky, and too big, and look weirdly sculpted!

Okay, yes, I am inclined toward being an elitist snob about vampire fangs, because I actually KNOW someone who custom fits and sculpts fang caps. (I need to call him, actually, because I need a spare set.) But hell, the various fangs available from Scarecrow Vampires are good, and available everywhere!

... I suppose there were restrictions around the contestants using pre-made FX products. But damn. Those are not good fangs.

(In the course of my mild fang snobbery ranting, I found out that there's a very well-reviewed custom fang making shop on Etsy! It looks like they use a process similar to what my fangsmith does.)

Yes, I know this is all ridiculous. But I need things to distract myself from the ongoing dystopian nightmare, and let's face it, vampire-related nonsense is my default setting.

I am sitting at my desk wearing black lipstick and fangs. If I need to hunt down co-workers and get information from them, I am READY.

Sooo, we're in the middle of kitten-proofing the upstairs, because we are going to release Vlad and Erzabet from seclusion at the end of the week. Kitten-proofing our house is kind of a monumental task, and we've accepted that no matter how careful we are, the fuzzy little terrors will cause chaos. That's what kittens do.

While organizing things, I decided to pull out one of my old lunchbox purses to use as a storage container:



Meet Nimby Lulu, my monster lunchbox.



Yes, I had Clive Barker, Neil Gaiman, and Caitlin R. Kiernan autograph my purse. It made sense at the time.

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Yesterday, I was experimenting with mixing lip color from OCC Lip Tar. And wearing my fangs around the house, like you do.



The color is a mix of Tarred, Vintage, and Pageant.

Okay, back to kitten-proofing!

After a day of fighting with un- and re-installing tools for the dayjob (oh G-d, the depths of my loathing for SQL installation cannot be adequately expressed with mere words, there are hand gestures and eye rolling involved), I tried to work on writing. Yeah, not so much. So I altered a jacket, and then performed the Ceremony Of Fangs on two of clovisdvlbunny's clone minions.



Morvis is on the left, Dreivis is on the right. Clovis looks rather smug, doesn't he?