Cornelius Of The Ether Realm A.k.a Cornball

Now that Miku is becoming more mainstream

It is important that anybody new to vocaloid or even veteran fans understand something VERY important:

Miku is an instrument, a tool, a program. A song cannot be "by" Hatsune Miku. By saying this you are refusing to credit the talented producer who made that song. Miku and any other vocaloid singer is a guest singer technically. If you're going to formally address a song, format it like this:

Rolling Girl by Wowaka ft. Hatsune Miku.

Specifically using Rolling Girl as an example because the producer, Wowaka, stopped making music with vocaloid because he wasn't being credited for his work. Nobody recognized his music as HIS music. It was all "Miku's music".

So please, if you plan on saying who the song is by, do not say the song was by Miku or Rin or whoever is singing, take the few seconds it takes to look up the song's producer and give them the credit they deserve.

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Is this john seed?

Toad Words

            Frogs fall out of my mouth when I talk. Toads, too.

            It used to be a problem.

            There was an incident when I was young and cross and fed up parental expectations. My sister, who is the Good One, has gold fall from her lips, and since I could not be her, I had to go a different way.

            So I got frogs. It happens.

            “You’ll grow into it,” the fairy godmother said. “Some curses have cloth-of-gold linings.” She considered this, and her finger drifted to her lower lip, the way it did when she was forgetting things. “Mind you, some curses just grind you down and leave you broken. Some blessings do that too, though. Hmm. What was I saying?”

            I spent a lot of time not talking. I got a slate and wrote things down. It was hard at first, but I hated to drop the frogs in the middle of the road. They got hit by cars, or dried out, miles away from their damp little homes.

            Toads were easier. Toads are tough. After awhile, I learned to feel when a word was a toad and not a frog. I could roll the word around on my tongue and get the flavor before I spoke it. Toad words were drier. Desiccated is a toad word. So is crisp and crisis and obligation. So are elegant and matchstick.

            Frog words were a bit more varied. Murky. Purple. Swinging. Jazz.

I practiced in the field behind the house, speaking words over and over, sending small creatures hopping into the evening.  I learned to speak some words as either toads or frogs. It’s all in the delivery.

            Love is a frog word, if spoken earnestly, and a toad word if spoken sarcastically. Frogs are not good at sarcasm.

            Toads are masters of it.

            I learned one day that the amphibians are going extinct all over the world, that some of them are vanishing. You go to ponds that should be full of frogs and find them silent. There are a hundred things responsible—fungus and pesticides and acid rain.

            When I heard this, I cried “What!?” so loudly that an adult African bullfrog fell from my lips and I had to catch it. It weighed as much as a small cat. I took it to the pet store and spun them a lie in writing about my cousin going off to college and leaving the frog behind.

            I brooded about frogs for weeks after that, and then eventually, I decided to do something about it.

            I cannot fix the things that kill them. It would take an army of fairy godmothers, and mine retired long ago. Now she goes on long cruises and spreads her wings out across the deck chairs.

            But I can make more.

            I had to get a field guide at first. It was a long process. Say a word and catch it, check the field marks. Most words turn to bronze frogs if I am not paying attention.

            Poison arrow frogs make my lips go numb. I can only do a few of those a day. I go through a lot of chapstick.  

            It is a holding action I am fighting, nothing more. I go to vernal pools and whisper sonnets that turn into wood frogs. I say the words squeak and squill and spring peepers skitter away into the trees. They begin singing almost the moment they emerge.

            I read long legal documents to a growing audience of Fowler’s toads, who blink their goggling eyes up at me. (I wish I could do salamanders. I would read Clive Barker novels aloud and seed the streams with efts and hellbenders. I would fly to Mexico and read love poems in another language to restore the axolotl. Alas, it’s frogs and toads and nothing more. We make do.)

            The woods behind my house are full of singing. The neighbors either learn to love it or move away.

            My sister—the one who speaks gold and diamonds—funds my travels. She speaks less than I do, but for me and my amphibian friends, she will vomit rubies and sapphires. I am grateful.

            I am practicing reading modernist revolutionary poetry aloud. My accent is atrocious. Still, a day will come when the Panamanian golden frog will tumble from my lips, and I will catch it and hold it, and whatever word I spoke, I’ll say again and again, until I stand at the center of a sea of yellow skins, and make from my curse at last a cloth of gold.

Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl’s lips, and I started thinking about what I’d do if that happened to me, and…well…

Based on @furbsplosion‘s majestic drawing I created this being

So tumblr ate my post.

ANYWAY

Acetone doesn't work. Maybe soaking it might've, but I didn't want to risk shrinking/warping the head to find out.

A dab of Winsor & Newton brush cleaner, on the other hand, works very well. Even made it easier to magic eraser off the remaining bits. :)

Wonder if the gloss was what was resisting the acetone or the sort of paint they used. Maybe both.

Got the BTS dolls V and Jung Kook since they had the closest faces to the characters I'm going to use them for. Ordered them online since I didn't care that much how off the paint placement was but still a little sad I can't salvage much of it. LA's Totally Awesome did a good job getting rid of whatever product was in their hair, tho.

Tried to remove V's face first. Took 20min with a magic eraser just to get that much off his eye. :/ The rest is on the eye surface and underside of the lash line, so I'll just paint over it.

Luckily his lips seemed to only be two paint layers deep, so it took only a few minutes.

Will definitely be getting more of these boys when they go on sale if only for the sculpts alone.

can anime stop being aimed at anime fans

Is that why the car ride took so long?

Was Thomas like: Guy, we're almost there.

And Guy was like: No! I haven't filled in all the fives...

Was going through some old YGS videos looking for my favorite comment and found this gem… If I recall correctly, Guy Man didn’t commit suicide, he just, you know, set himself on fire. No big deal.

楽しいお茶会マーマレードちゃん。

Little Meow Meow