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weirdletWoot, employment! Panera, I *will* earn my way to that overnight baker's job, come hell or high water.
I have a strange desire to catalog my current most fervent desires that money (in sufficient supply) could procure. Various medicinal and housing costs for parents and self aside, here are some of the odd little things I would like if I were suddenly filthy rich, just out of hand.
-another terrabyte hard drive, and if at all possible, one that can stand a little more abuse than average. Barring that, a really, really stable place to put it. (See the Great PC Nuking and Subsequent Light Clonk of the Birthday Gift Terrabyte and Loss of All Worldly Data for backstory on this wish)
-a Harley, and lessons for same. Possibly also a custom paint job, although I don't know what exactly I'd settle on- so many cool ideas...
-possibly- just possibly, mind you- start thinking about that back tattoo. Not a tramp-stamp- a Kundalini fire-serpent mixed with my favorite bands, arranged from most hind-brain rockin' at the base of the spine to most sweetly spiritual at the bump just before the nape of the neck. Actually a little lower, because that's where the serpent's tongue would be flickering, any sort of band-medallion would be below the head.
-ack. Selfish- there are also a couple of, eh, growths on my cats I'd have removed right away if I came into money. The one cat's got a weird thing on his chest (it can't be malignant or he'd be dead by now, and it doesn't seem to hurt him except when he licks it raw) and the other's got a more recent thing contained within the skin between her shoulders, which also recently got bit by one of the bratty boys who like to sneak into her half of the house and chase her. I feel horribly guilty about having to skimp on vet care, but I'm cold enough to do it- or careless enough. I don't particularly like that about myself, but I- prioritize, sometimes. Still- with some money coming in, out of all the fantasies here, this will be the first thing to actually get done.
-I want a big comfy leather chair. With brass studs. I am a complete slut for rich, equal parts overwhelming-masculinity-and-living-in-a-jewel-box fancy decor.
-There would be art commissions all over the place. And I'd get a place where I could actually put up posters on my walls. This combines with the desire to actually have my own place, wherein I could do the above-mentioned fussy fantastical decorating. Call me a wannabe fantasy princess at heart (the wealthy and powerful kind who live surrounded by art and gilt and mounted weapons and fine fabrics, not the lobotomized gamepiece/broodmare kind). But yeah- lots of fun pics I'd like to comission from my favorite artists/squingy, selfish desire to ask 'draw my character?' and be able to back it up with money.
-voice lessons. Purely for my own satisfaction at karaoke.
-nights out doing karaoke.
-guitar lessons, although I think I'd prefer voice.
-space to work in, and canvases to just play with. I've been trying to get past this weird years-long phase of thinking art on canvas had to be real art, not my characters. Why not make the fancy/fantasy characters the subject of acrylic paintings? It'd give me an excuse to use this big damn brush I got for just such purposes as background-filling on big canvas.
-there's several comics I'd at least look into, and possibly buy copies of. Note to self- also do some organizing so there'd be space for piling said nerd-cred.
-soooo many costumes I'd make, once I got some space to work in. Also- attendance at cons to wear them.
-back to bellydance lessons, and possibly try out that more expensive place that my friend said had better instruction.
-start a boot collection. And a closet full of various riffs on the leather jacket. All with appropriate Dr. Scholls Tricomfort inserts (the boots not the coats/jackets), replaced at regular intervals.
-annnd I think that's it for now, barring a massive DVD and book collection. There would also be many baking experiments in my kitchen. You heard me. I want to be the biker chick who foists apple pie on her friends.
-earrings.
Would it spoil some vast, eternal plan-?!
If I were a wealthy man...
I have a strange desire to catalog my current most fervent desires that money (in sufficient supply) could procure. Various medicinal and housing costs for parents and self aside, here are some of the odd little things I would like if I were suddenly filthy rich, just out of hand.
-another terrabyte hard drive, and if at all possible, one that can stand a little more abuse than average. Barring that, a really, really stable place to put it. (See the Great PC Nuking and Subsequent Light Clonk of the Birthday Gift Terrabyte and Loss of All Worldly Data for backstory on this wish)
-a Harley, and lessons for same. Possibly also a custom paint job, although I don't know what exactly I'd settle on- so many cool ideas...
-possibly- just possibly, mind you- start thinking about that back tattoo. Not a tramp-stamp- a Kundalini fire-serpent mixed with my favorite bands, arranged from most hind-brain rockin' at the base of the spine to most sweetly spiritual at the bump just before the nape of the neck. Actually a little lower, because that's where the serpent's tongue would be flickering, any sort of band-medallion would be below the head.
-ack. Selfish- there are also a couple of, eh, growths on my cats I'd have removed right away if I came into money. The one cat's got a weird thing on his chest (it can't be malignant or he'd be dead by now, and it doesn't seem to hurt him except when he licks it raw) and the other's got a more recent thing contained within the skin between her shoulders, which also recently got bit by one of the bratty boys who like to sneak into her half of the house and chase her. I feel horribly guilty about having to skimp on vet care, but I'm cold enough to do it- or careless enough. I don't particularly like that about myself, but I- prioritize, sometimes. Still- with some money coming in, out of all the fantasies here, this will be the first thing to actually get done.
-I want a big comfy leather chair. With brass studs. I am a complete slut for rich, equal parts overwhelming-masculinity-and-living-in-a-jewel-box fancy decor.
-There would be art commissions all over the place. And I'd get a place where I could actually put up posters on my walls. This combines with the desire to actually have my own place, wherein I could do the above-mentioned fussy fantastical decorating. Call me a wannabe fantasy princess at heart (the wealthy and powerful kind who live surrounded by art and gilt and mounted weapons and fine fabrics, not the lobotomized gamepiece/broodmare kind). But yeah- lots of fun pics I'd like to comission from my favorite artists/squingy, selfish desire to ask 'draw my character?' and be able to back it up with money.
-voice lessons. Purely for my own satisfaction at karaoke.
-nights out doing karaoke.
-guitar lessons, although I think I'd prefer voice.
-space to work in, and canvases to just play with. I've been trying to get past this weird years-long phase of thinking art on canvas had to be real art, not my characters. Why not make the fancy/fantasy characters the subject of acrylic paintings? It'd give me an excuse to use this big damn brush I got for just such purposes as background-filling on big canvas.
-there's several comics I'd at least look into, and possibly buy copies of. Note to self- also do some organizing so there'd be space for piling said nerd-cred.
-soooo many costumes I'd make, once I got some space to work in. Also- attendance at cons to wear them.
-back to bellydance lessons, and possibly try out that more expensive place that my friend said had better instruction.
-start a boot collection. And a closet full of various riffs on the leather jacket. All with appropriate Dr. Scholls Tricomfort inserts (the boots not the coats/jackets), replaced at regular intervals.
-annnd I think that's it for now, barring a massive DVD and book collection. There would also be many baking experiments in my kitchen. You heard me. I want to be the biker chick who foists apple pie on her friends.
-earrings.
Would it spoil some vast, eternal plan-?!
If I were a wealthy man...
