The middle of the week brought me...
Polishing off the last of my mom's wonderful fruitcake. What a treat that's been!
Got me a Changer-hyarmi rendered and up on my hyarmi essay...with nary a peep from the Rooster. Sure beats the death threats when I try to depict him in his own form!
Three chapters left! Three! Three! Three! (feel free to ignore the Sesame Street-style countdown mania ;)
Oh, but now I have the Count in my head. ("I love to count, a-ah-ah! One! Two! Threeee! A-ah-ah!") Which is always a good thing ^__^
And really? He was quiet? Are you sure he's feeling okay? I would have expected him to grumble about how less beautiful he looks - even if he is the most beautiful form of hyarmi ever to exist. Maybe someone gagged him...
It's been a looooong time since I've seen Sesame Street so the memories are quite blurry.
Oh, there was some low-level non-verbal rumbling about how the hyarmi form doesn't do him justice at all, but then hyarmi are so asethetically inferior to avarii anyway (or such was my interpretation ;). But nothing verbal, thankfully!