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[deliriumcrow]

The waters of my boredness flow deeped than the pit wherin lies Great Cthulu. Of course, I also don't have a giant squid-demon sleeping in my brain. Or maybe I do.... You never know.

We went to an art supply store last night, because it's fun. It's like a toystore for really weird adults. Especially with the funny bendy light-up pens they had on display. Tactile display. And they had these gorgeous little blank books bound in leather with handmade paper, but I really wasn't going to pay 8.50 to get one. So instead, I bought paper. And have apparently inhereited some sort of mental creative defect from my mother, who has taken up pretty much any sort of creative-crafty occupation I can think of, just because she got bored or something, or thought it looked like a good idea. Half the things she tries she never does again.... Sound familiar? Hell, she even built a little house for my 10th birthday. Because she could. Of course, it was never actually *finished*.... Another thing I inherited.

So my nicely rounded point is that I have decided to make two little books. Because I was bored. (Bored=creative, get it? I don't either.) Bind them in leather with hand-made paper endpapers, and pseudo-parchment paper pages. It's still nice paper though, and had to be bought by the sheet. Still, it's less than Five for the new supplies, and I have the leather already. And it's not like I've never done this sort of foolish thing before, I made some very nice books in high school, including one that was about an inch thick. I wonder what happened to that one? Bound in green brocade with a black velvet spine, even. Of course, I lack one of the press thingies, to make it actually flat. Perhaps an iron will do. Or maybe it really just doesn't matter. Either way, I think I like my intended version better. And yes. I am insane. And probably full of mental tentacular glory.

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[shadowsider.livejournal.com]

::wipes the drool from my chin:: Those sound positively gorgeous.

Forgive me.. I am a blank-book collector. I don't know why, I have no real use for them, but I have about 50 of the lil buggars stashed in various places around my house..

[deliriumcrow.livejournal.com]

Yeah, me too, though I think only one was ever filled. Because it was small enough to fit in a pocket, and now is full of phone numbers, sketches, and random notes about things. It's very plain black, and kind of battered now.

[crazymaxwell.livejournal.com]

... Sunken Ry'leh?

[deliriumcrow.livejournal.com]

Is in my brain, I think. Or floating somewhere above it.