Saturday, November 12, 2011

The Sky Is Yours.

I don't know much about many specific planes except the B2 Spirit stealth bomber, which I am in love with and fantasize about and want to write fiction about and holy foxtrot strafe me, baby. That said, I'm pretty fascinated by the not-yet-in-production HondaJet. Knowing me, that's probably because of the fact that its engines are above its wings. I find this adorable. Though if its nose got any longer they'd probably be able to get away with calling it the Swordfish. XD

Screencapped from the HondaJet website.

Snagged from the 'Tube.

And the Spirit is female, but the 'Jet? I can't really decide.

In other news, Aston Martin now allows visitors to their website to configure the Virage (glory!), the Rapide (four-door glory!) and (sport-coupé glory!) the V8 Vantage S. I know what I'm doing as soon as I have, say, three hours at a stretch to spare. That will probably be later than sooner, but it's Aston Martin. It needs to be done justice.

Of course, it also allows one to configure the Cygnet, but since the Cygnet doesn't exactly show signs of growing up to be a swan anytime soon...I shall just keep waiting for the One-77 configurator. *sigh*

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Le spring cleaning. Autumn cleaning. Dilli-Ki-Sardi cleaning. Whatever.

It's been ages since Cain was here last, sometime during which she realized she had a fairly decent amount to say. She has therefore decided to resurrect this blog.

I am, naturally, no longer in class ten. Instead I'm a college fresher who dabbles in...shall we say a lot of other things. However, I'm also still the same insane perfectionist when it comes to writing, which means I take a hell of a long time to come up with stuff. I do intend to be at least intermittently active, though, if no more.

Incidentally, has anyone noticed the FREAKY THING that has happened to Gmail? I lost control a little while writing in to Google about it.
"The old Gmail is nice and cosy. You could drink coffee with the old Gmail; the new one would probably toss its cup back in a jiffy and say 'Sorry, got to rush.' "
I hope their bots have fun trying to decipher that.