Death by Block

As y'all might have remembered (read this post and this one if you don't remember, for details on my costume and how it went) I recently attended an awesome Cosplay event here in Townsville. I now present to you, the epicness that is SoMAG Style!

 

I am the one dressed in black with a block for a head, attacking the other person with a block for a head, with a block. Yay Minecraft!

Shockingly, I have been doing a lot of writing on Soulless. It has quite surprised me, especially since I'm supposed to be working on some very important assignments... But, be that as it may, I was able to bash out a respectable 2000 words on the beast yesterday. While waiting for the next episode of Dragons: Riders of Berk, the new television show based on Dreamworks' How to Train Your Dragon. I love Toothless! *squee*

I'm not sure if I should post more of the story on this blog. There is the matter of people stealing it. And I don't want to be giving it all away. What do you think, dear reader? Would you like more tidbits from Soulless?

Feeling: Guilty. All of the assignments!

Eating: I'll probably chow on some candy in the not to distant future. Lunch was preposterous.

Wearing: Shorts and green tee with a panther printed on it.

Listening to: Gungnam Style is stuck in my head. And now yours!

P.S.

I have also just surpassed 600 views! Thank you my little reader minions! You give me great ego boosts with every milestone! *throws cookies at audience*

To a Pulp.

What do you do when you want to break things? Specifically flesh, mean, people-shaped things? You write a blog post about it of course.

I just attended a committee meeting of the Society of Anime, Manga and Gaming here at my university. I am just a General Member. We are part of the committee, but have no real purpose other than being lackeys. Unofficially, I am promotional-materials-girl, because the work I've done for them so far has been pretty awesome. But, with every system of government, our committee has its flaws. I am not one for swearing. I think there are better adjectives out there. But this situation really does make me want to swear. 

There has been a stink over one of our Events Coordinators, well, she was one up until recently. The story goes that some other member made a mistake with a box of soft drink cans. The cans belonged to another member, but were accidentally added to the communal ice-box for resale on a club night. Only a small amount of the cans were sold and someone declared that the person who had made the mistake was to repay the owner of the cans for the full price of the box. The ex-Coordinator stood up for this guy and was viciously shot down. She decided that she didn't want to be part of such a mean group of people any more and quit. Now everyone bar me and my boyfriend, the Gaming Commissar, seem to hate her. She's a timid thing, yet they complain and bitch about every little thing she does. It just pisses me off.

Why are people so cruel to one another?

Eating: Can't be bothered.

Listening to: My music didn't really cheer me up.

Wearing: Stig shirt and shorts.

Feeling: Like a certain word. Common lore says the word was an acronym from when fertilizer manure was transported in cargo ships. If stored low in the hold, the methane would build up and cause an explosion risk. So, Store High In Transit, or S.H.I.T. was stamped on it.