adventures in spaciousness

First, I have to post the icons I made some time ago. Otherwise, this story isn't going to make sense. So:





#9 Is Gary from Alphas, with the scene that inspired this icon set. My brain went YES THAT! and ran with it, because light! movement! meanings!
tl;dr living in my brain is a lot like being surrounded by symbolism on crack.

Story time: I pulled up wikiquote to find the Joseph Campbell thing I wanted to quote at Tasha, and it wasn't there. What was:

( Big picture! )

It's strangely delightful to have your assigned meaning show up in someone else's mind.

This is a placeholder for this month's music mix, or possibly another mix, which with any luck I'll post tomorrow. Right now? I am unpacked on the other side of a four-hour drive and ready for sleep.

You can has music! Selected songs from Blackfire (self-described "Indigenous High-Energy Political Rock/Punk"), Carbon Leaf (pop/folk rock + celtic/bluegrass), Elvenking (a folk/power metal group from Italy that's oddly reminiscent of TSO), and Guiomar Novaes (a Brazilian pianist who may be first among favorites), available for individual download and as a zip.

...It's  actually not as strange of a combination as it sounds. :P

The art homework won't even be started until after midnight, though. Have a few sentences from the fic I've been working on for the past few days instead.  
  

He goes over and over possible escape plans until he works himself into a panic, and then spends a good deal of time examining the rusted ironing board in front of him. There's floral fabric under the grime, and it strikes him as being very out of place. He's been kidnapped by a man who presses his shirts, evidently often enough that his secret lair requires a floral-print ironing board.