A nice cup of rabies

There's glitter in my cleavage.

I think that sentence really sums up everything that's changed about me in the past year and a half. I never would have imagined that I'd look in the mirror before going for a walk, and grab a tube of glitter and dump some on my head and down between my boobs. Because it's sunny, and it's a silly thing to do.

I like being this person a hell of a lot more than I liked being a nervous, hidden boy.

I animated tonight. For the first time in... Too long.

Just a fraction. But it's distinctly my design. My timing. Me. No trying to work from other people's drawings, chopping them up in that horrible Flash way I got stuck in. No planning, I just sat down with some punched paper and a marker and started drawing.

Sammi had wanted to go to the lab at school to get a little work done, and in a what-the-hell moment, I came along. And grabbed some of the paper she punched and just sat there.

It feels good. I miss it.

I went through Q* on every breakdown. Oh yeah.

No planning, no design. Didn't worry about keeping the volumes too consistent. I just drew.

We got chased out just as I was about to start working from the second pose into the third one. It wasn't much. I dunno if I'll put it online. After digesting food I might fill out the rest (I drew three keys, then did some funky breakdowns between them, and then filled in from the first key to the first breakdown in semi-random order).

Crap. I can still animate. I can draw stuff and have fun and make it move.

I'd kinda forgotten about that.

* "going through Q" - my own slang for the method of working that Richard Williams espouses in his book on animation. Essentially, if you have drawing A and drawing E, the obvious thing to do is to draw C, then B and D. It's simple and easy. But character and acting happen when, instead, you go from A to E via Q. Going through Q is where you can show how this character does a motion. It's also just more fun.

Also, my hair is yellow-and-blue-becomes-green. I don't think it works. Not on me, at least, maybe on nobody. It was an experiment because the yellow-and-purple was fading fast.

We just watched the first episode of the new Doctor Who series. I feel like a giddy teenager again! Armies of mannequins and Evil Plastic from Space and the butchest Doctor ever. I mean, he looks punk.

I was never into Trek when I was a kid. Trek coming back again and again wasn't something I cared about. But Doctor Who... yeah. There's a lot of energy in the first episode of the new series: it's a little awkward, but you can tell that everyone involved is just delighted to be working on, you know, Doctor Who. It's cheesy, it's cheap, and I don't care because it's Doctor fucking Who and it's okay if the effects are silly and the plot a little dopey because the show's just fun.

Daleks and Cybermen and the good ol' Sonic Screwdriver looking tackier than ever and costume dramas and in-jokes and who knows what else they'll bring back if the show goes for more than a season? Think we'll see the Master return? Oh, I'm going all fangirl in a way I haven't in ages.

I dread the prospect of a flood of "this is my Doctor's Companion fan character" and "this is my Galifreyan character", but, um, I kinda want to participate in that, just a little. HOT GALIFREYAN PORN AHOY!