A miracle! It's a November-time miracle!

Okay, not really. I've been on, just haven't been posting or replying to much. It's not that I don't love you guys, I do very much, I just never know what to put besides the obvious 'That looks so cool!' sort of thing, and you people deserve much more than just that.

I haven't been posting much because my muse is more OCD about the way art turns out than usual. that, and I've just been creating very random doodles. Seriously. So random. And they don't often look good.

Aaand I've sort of had Brooklyn Rage suck in my head. Don't know what that is?

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Go educate yourself. Funny stuff there.

Though, I do have a semi funny story to tell you guys. Though, it would be more hilarious for those who know of YGO and YGO GX, and slightly YGO 5Ds. Yeah. My family's full of nerds.

Anyway, my younger brother's birthday is today, but, you know, the usual gift shopping happens before the actual date. Well, my sister and I decided to pool our budget together and get him a fish. It was just this little white, blue, and reddish colored Betta fish. Red face, while body, blue fins. The entire time my sister and I were out running errands with our dad, we called the fish Little Jack, since it reminded us if Jack from 5Ds.

We got home to find that everyone else (step mom, younger sister, and brother) had all gone somewhere, so my sister and I started getting the tank together, planning on giving him the fish that day. It's nearly impossible to hide a fish for a week, you know.

He comes home and is all excited over the fish.

...

He named it Jaden.

But, he said we could keep calling it Little Jack, which I did. So, the fish, at this point, had three names: Jaden, Little Jaden, and Little Jack.

A few hours later, he comes up to me and says, "I changed my fish's name." Like all uninterested sisters (since I had planned to keep calling the fish Little Jack no matter what my brother named it) I asked him what he changed it to. "Kaiba."

I lol'd. My sister lol'd. My bro girnned.

Oddly, that fish is never called Kaiba. Everyone calls it Little Jack. A fish with four names. Let it suffer from an identity crisis now. Poor fish.

And my cat can get into the tank, too. Knocks the lid right off. Needless to say, the door remains closed now.

AAAAND I'm going to return to my home state of Minnesota for a week starting Saturday. No idea how this might affect art or writing or anything yet. Depends on what sort of free time I get. Lots of plans happening.