The Lord's a Little Stale Today

[strange_aeons]

So I wrote 829 words day before yesterday, 852 yesterday and I spent every second in between thinking about my tri-sexed critters as hashed partially out in the blithering below. But before I talk about my critters, I feel the need to talk about the revelation I had yesterday.

Occasionally 'The sort of person who will ...' phrases tumble through my mind. I want one, for me. Well, obviously I have any number, being the sort of person who will do any number of things worth immortalizing in a throwaway sentence. But for a while I've wanted one that will capture me, capture some essential me-ness the way a good photo will.

I've got it. I was sitting at my desk at six in the morning, writing down the ingredients for a recipie, and it came to me.

I'm the sort of person who will use the phrase 'uncertain provenance' on a shopping list.

Okay, now that's out of the way, back to the critters, who are awfully insistent little bastards. They want a language. Actually, they want several languages, in at least two and possibly three or even four unrelated families. They want their own writing systems and it would please them to have religious texts, several of them that don't agree. They want a number of cultures, past and present, and they have some vague suggestions but are not being extraordinarily forthcoming. They want me to do some more research on melanin, which I've sort of been putting off even though I've downloaded a number of large .pdfs on the subject, and they may want to have contact with humans, though they don't much care how.

Fuckers.

I still don't know quite what they look like, but I know they're humanoid and mammaloid, and they have made vague suggestions to the effect that they may bear a resemblance to this pantsless entity here, but they would prefer not to have horns and if they haven't got usable eyebrows they insist that they be able to indicate emotion in some other way, perhaps with their ears, which would be an absolutely perfect place for members of the third sex, the etjan — this is transparent, but it amuses me; I'm sure it will pick up a more sophisticated declension later — to have exciting markings, now wouldn't it? Also, they would like for their necks to attach in the right place. Okay, that's my fault.

I wonder if I've been living in one setting for too long, and if that's why I've been ambushed by this one.

Comments

[kiya]

Shouldn't that be "uncertain provender", or do you use lists for things other than the grocery store?

Stsho use head-paint to indicate their state of life and to a certain extent their current moods, much, now that I think of it, in the same way I conceptualize tattoos in a personal sense.

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't that be "uncertain provender"

Groan.

Stsho use head-paint to indicate their state of life and to a certain extent their current moods, much, now that I think of it, in the same way I conceptualize tattoos in a personal sense.

I've been considering them all having some kind of patterning on certain parts of their bodies that's particularly desirable when high-contrast and clear-edged (as is most common in etjan) and possible to simulate with tattooing. Which means exposed skin, and also means that the practice may have the same faint stigma attached to it that bleaching one's hair blond does in modern USAn culture. I imagine getting tattooed with something other than the usual abstract mottling would be roughly on par with dying one's hair blue.

Okay, now I do dishes.

[kiya]

You may groan, but remember: I'm not even drunk!

Are we back to "guys with spots are sexy" for you again?

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. We may be, indeed.

[kiya]

The blue chick had spots too, but less giraffey.

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

Zaahn? I noticed: when shaddragon posted the results of her Farscape character test to her livejournal, I was this far from finding out what time Farscape is on and giving it another shot, accents-that-bug-me and all, because my god.

Ah, the plight of the intermittently oversexed.

[kiya]

You'd have to hit the reruns; they traded her in on a useless bitch who could melt metal by screaming at it. We Do Not Approve.

[elynne.livejournal.com]

Heh! Kewl critter-development stuff. ;)

... no, that's it for me. I'm the sort of person who leaves pointless comments in other people's interesting journal entries. :)

[kiya]

Well, fine. You want pointless, go over to my journal and be sickened by my cat. ;)

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

If it would make you feel better, I could write a post about my band-aid, which is alarmingly pink.

[tiassa]

I've noticed a fascinating trend in band-aids these days. When I was younger, it was considered Cool and Desireable to have band-aids in inconspicous flesh-tones or clear varieties, so nobody knew you had the bad taste to be injured. Now they come in all kinds of bright colors and patterns and 'Hey, Look At Me, I Got A Cut!' designs.

I especially like the clear ones with pictures of dinosaurs or cartoon characters or whatever on them. They look like fake tattoos or something.

And, you know, if I were more awake, I'd never have left this comment. ^_^