Irritating Nostalgia Rant About Homestuck

I suppose this would vaguely fit within the "writing" tab, since that's about all it really is.

On a whim the other day, I decided to start rereading Homestuck. I say "start rereading" instead of "reread", because I remember at least somewhat that it took me around a week to read it for the first time. Given, I was freshly eight years old when reading it for the first time, but still, it's quite a fucking chore to read, even without the grace of having at least graduated middle school beforehand. 

Immediately I was shocked to find that, in the five-or-so-years it had taken me to realize that Homestuck was more than a vague concept within the depths of my psyche, the site had moved to a different URL. Of course, given my personality, "immediately" means something like "after looking at the BreezeWiki copy of the Fandom Wiki for a while, and looking at the citations, half of the links were dead." This entire scenario was purely due to the fact that I had remembered that Doc Scratch was a character, and my schizophrenic, objectum, object-head-loving ass decided to latch entirely on to him. I am kissing him on the mouth sloppy style. Apologies for my ridiculously ornate writing voice, too, I'm not exactly sure why or how, but it seems Hussie's writing and ridiculously convoluted vocabulary (for, might I add, characters written to be thirteen years old in-universe) has leeched into my writing style. I don't normally type like this, that's for sure.

As I'm only about sixteen-hundred pages in, now, I don't have too much to say. The majority of the story was spoiled to me on a cold, rainy day in the early spring of 2016, when my older sister- bless her soul- decided to watch [S] Collide in front of me while streaming it to her friends on "CyTube." I think she wrote a fanventure about that stream, at one point. Multiple, in fact. I remember ranting about how awesome Davepetasprite (forgive me for omitting the squaring, please, I'm not that much of an absolute nerd) was to my poor old second grade teacher. Last day of school, lights off, packing up, I draw my first bona fide Homestuck fanart- Davepetasprite, butchered typography of their name in cursive, and, for a background, the symbol on their shirt. This was all without a reference, so of course my art was glaringly off-model, and, as customary with most art made by children, was done on printer paper with a ballpoint pen and a pair of orange and green crayons. I moved to a new apartment in the past few years, and I still beat myself up over not having saved a special place for that drawing within our family archives (of which are obviously, as most family archives are, plastic boxes we've had since the 2000s.) God knows; it's probably somewhere within the depths of the designated Flora's Art Pile under my bed.

I'm realizing now that I've had this Blog dot Spacehey dot Com slash Edit page open for quite some time now. I think I had more to write here, like an in-depth analysis of how Cherubim was the best album to ever grace my little-boy-ears, but I don't really think there's much to say on that, either. I remember turning on my Kindle Fire, typing in my passcode- hey, a kid deserves her privacy- going to Homestuck dot Bandcamp dot Com, opening Cherubim, and playing Reverie. Those pizzicato strings filled my prepubescent baby brain with thoughts of prosper and happiness. I really don't know where I'm going with this. I'm gonna end this off here- there's still a little bit of Benadryl in my system from when I took some last night, and I just saw a bug that wasn't really there. Signing off for the night, maybe.

Listening To : Stellarum Salve by Robert J! Lake