A heliograph tempestuously at play.

This person can now be found on Tumblr at the-end-of-the-chase. :)

So, Day 1 of NAARMAMO, and I had no idea what to do. I was, to paraphrase Edmund Blackadder, more stuck than Sticky the Stick Insect when he got stuck on a sticky bun, and hoping I could somehow make a better show of it than last year's rather less-than-impressive total of four drawings...

...and I still need a bloody scanner. :P

However. After an hour spent scribbling aimlessly on the pad...upon rereading today's post in naarmamo , I saw once more someone's rather lovely painting of a camel I had earlier admired: and lo, I instantly declared it CAMEL TIEM.

So, here we go. Freehand, with a screenshot from The Four Feathers used for reference, photographed to the best of mine and a wheezy, vampirically battery-draining camera's ability...soldierboyo on camel. (I know I have repeatedly bitched about the inclusion of red coats in The Four Feathers, but if they can operate entirely on Rule Of Pretty, then so can I.)

( Naarmamo - Day #1 )

Archiving an offering I made for the help_haiti auction: 25 LJ icons. These were purchased by spiletta42 , who very kindly said they did not mind if the icons were shareable. Thank you for that, and again for the donation! :D



                        

( 20 more under the cut. )

Thank you to tictactoepony  and masterofapath , spacefall , elina_elsu  and harriet_kaarre , for lovely artistic cards! XD

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I know that subtitling programmes is a thankless job. That subtitlers are, on the whole, dedicated and conscientious people, providing a valuable service. And that we all make mistakes.

However...

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Edward Woodward (he of the superb performances in Breaker Morant, The Wicker Man and a stack of other notable roles) has died.

Sigh. Very sad news.

79 is a good innings, but still too soon. Rest in peace, lad. You were brilliant.

My kettle just broke.

My KETTLE just BROKE.

The little red light is coming on, and I've tried plugging it into another socket, but it's not doing anything else (such as, y'know, actually heating the water). No, it's just sitting there smugly. Stone-cold.

For any international LJ-ers who might be reading this and wondering why I see fit to be kicking off about it, let me assure you that if you're British, kettle-b0rkage is a serious situation. It means you CAN'T HAVE TEA.

:cue much wailing, gnashing of teeth, and similar:

:deep breath: Alrighty-then. Come on, Wolfie. Think this through. If British troops were capable, in the midst of the Normandy Landings, of stopping halfway-up Sword Beach to brew tea whilst under enemy fire*, then you have not the least grounds to claim you can't manage producing a cuppa in vastly more tranquil conditions.

*I am not making this up.

The little camping kettle is currently lost (most likely lurking under a large pile of muddy wool and bandoliers from the last time I used it), so mess-tin on the camping-stove it is, then...

Before I get cracking on the huge pile of comments I need to leave/reply to (having once again been neglecting LJ and all you wonderful people, sorry, she grovels), apropos of nothing...

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Mood absolutely not improved by the latest UK European election results. I'm working on a challenge fic and F5-ing the Beeb's running totals page every so often between paragraphs.

One seat to the BNP so far. Fuck.

Bloody UKIP (who are almost as bad) have four. Whut? MPs' expenses scandal backlash...

Tories storming it with seven (and over a million votes).

Labour trailing along with four.

Minor bright spot: Three for the Lib Dems, and one for Plaid Cymru. :)

Grr. Come on, Greens. I sacrificed a potential Socialist Labour vote in favour of you, in the name of keeping out the BNP. You don't even have a single seat yet!

East Midlands [my region] hasn't yet declared.