Motetus

I was planning on only filling stockings this year, but then the list of people I wanted to do stuff for started getting longer and longer until I went "sod it, why not!" My fandom stocking is here, in case you feel inclined, and do let me know if your stocking isn't found under the Inception or Eagle tags. I have no plans for my two week holiday aside from fight the wife for control of the Playstation and panic about possibly buying a flat of our own next year (I am not ready to be this grown up!), so I want to do at least one constructive thing with my time and fill as many stockings as I can, hopefully with things that aren't too ridiculous. Actually, looking at the first fill I'm working on, ignore that last bit. Not going to happen.

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I think I need a 'my lab is the best' tag by now. Our Christmas party, after much alcohol consumption, involved 1) me telling my supervisor terrible, terrible things such as how I wish I'd "been a bit more of a slag" before settling down and getting married (I would be more mortified about this if I wasn't fairly positive he was too drunk to remember anything the next day), 2) us trying to cheer up Adorable PhD Student who was moping about wanting a slow, old-fashioned courtship followed by marriage and babies with the guy he's currently stalking on Grindr, and 3) my supervisor saying all sort of sweet, drunken things about how much he adores his students and wants us to be happy, which I suppose makes up for him making me participate in karaoke, the bastard.

I feel like I'm doing grad school all wrong by enjoying it so much.

I am not a huge fan of Christmas. I'm not religious, the wife was brought up not celebrating it, I can't stand the hype, the ridiculous build-up that starts some time in April, the enforced jollity, and having to fight my way through hordes of shoppers/shitty christmassy music every time I go into town. If it weren't for having an invitation to go stay with a friend's family this year (I am already getting excited about her sister's food. Everything is cooked in butter or alcohol or both, and it is DELICIOUS) the wife and I would be spending it playing video games and making pizza (no, not Christmas pizza).

But! The one thing I do enjoy, when I remember early enough in advance, is making my own Christmas cards (which is why I'm posting this so early - I have so much printing and cutting and gluing to do!). So this year, I've drawn a lovely festive painting featuring two hot guys making tender yet graphically explicit love by the fire, the twinkling Christmas tree lights reflecting off their naked, sweaty bodies...

No, of course I haven't. This is me we're talking about. But you get a choice! (having a thesis to avoid makes me so productive!) For those of you who can't get enough of the highly implausible Marcus-loves-his-baby-animals scenario, I have a charming domestic scene featuring goslings and glarings, and for everyone else who is thoroughly sick of me yapping on about The Eagle all year, the alternative is Star Wars fanart of, um... Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in bed together... yes. *shifty look* Oh god, there is going to be a mass defriending occurring the moment that arrives on everyone's doormat.

So if you'd like one to stick on your mantlepiece and earn you weird looks from your family and friends, let me know your address (comments are screened, or you can email/pm me - email is zoeradha at gmail) and whether you'd like the Eagle or TPM card (if you ask nicely, I'll even send both). Doesn't matter if you're not sending cards or if we don't talk often, I get all my pleasure just from inflicting my stupid drawings on people. :)