I'm having serious problems with TEF.. and it's driving me mad.
I open TEF, and I connect like normal. The pictos spread, but when they do, no one moves at aaalll! And I've walked around a bit and no one is doing anything. I can only see them standing around.
And a less serious glitch... I do the simple permadevout glitch but when I connect my deer falls asleep, wakes up, and I see a copy of my deer going to sleep. Then my deer keeps trotting on the spot. I can't do anything, but when I go to the menu my deer stops trotting and just stands there. When I close it down I can do actions but I can't move.
These issues are really ruining TEF for me. I've been going there a lot lately for peace but it just won't work. Any solutions would be greaty appreciated!
[=10]I'm sick today.. and bored.. Anyone who wants art or art trades please say, you will be saving me from boredom (: I'll probably do it on the computer but maybe hand drawn..
One of my new chars needs the nightfall pelt, anyone who helps thank you. His picto is: This and if it is glitched then I would also be grateful if you could tell me, don't worry if you can't see it though.
I've always been sad for the worms I find dried up on our sidewalk in the mornings. Every morning brings a new batch of them, they die in their own unique shape.
It must be a horrible feeling not knowing where you are but your body becoming unbearably hot and dehydrated. Not being able to find safety back in the grass.
Brandy as a puppy did her best to honor these creatures. She would enjoy eating their dried bodies on our morning walks. I used to scold her for it, but now, I kind of see why she did it. It wasn't just an easy treat, but rather a tribute to them.
Much like my views on hunting, I always hope that those who kill an animal honor it and use as much of every part as they can. Brandy had the same idea - honor the dead and enjoy them in our own way.
This morning I wore flip-flops out to an area on my university campus that we call the 'well field'. We have five small water wells in a grassy area on the edge of the campus. My teacher wasn't there this morning but the assistant took over and showed us a few things about wells, part of it I already knew about.
As I stood there, I felt something cold between my feet. Looking down at my left foot, a worm had wiggled between my two smallest toes. I raised my foot and it moved back to the grass. I watched it crawl away, and I wondered if it was happy or enjoying the weather. I hoped it would never find a concrete sidewalk.
There are little things in life that seem so very pleasant. Most people would have been disgusted by a worm finding its way to their toes. To me, it was a small sign of life after seeing so much death this year. I hope this tribute honors the worms who die on sidewalks every morning, and I hope they have a good afterlife.
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Today I saw that Saosin was gathered with a group, and felt I ought to go greet him for the first time in a while -- he led us slowly to the river, where I drank and frolicked with Crybaby. I've heard a lot about him, and he seems to be a very nice stag, and in this sometimes over-serious time, kept himself a good humor. We ended up sitting together in the flowers to watch Saosin and Gustiro spar. Relative to the beautiful, artful spars I've seen from Saosin in the past, this was... a long and brutal fight, without restraint. I'm never sure what to make of The Rut. I still have no clue. What does it feel like? A longing of the body, a burning in the heart? Does it feel like the love that flutters? Is the sparring of stags jealousy, or is it like its own strange form of attraction? Knowing is what makes life; and here I am, watching something...of which I only have outside knowledge. It was an interesting show, though. Saosin and Virgil have different ways of fighting.
...I wish deer were more like butterflies. It would be, I think, a different world... If courtship came in fluttering dance.
In the end, he defended his gathering, and we all rested in place.
Eventually, though, I spotted my old friend Sluggs and a few deer, making merry by the pond. I hopped over to play with him for a while, trying to find a balance in all of these relationships. We ended up forming a lovely danceline/party in the air, where my aim at least for once was fine enough that we could all dance together. It wasn't the most perfect of all dancelines: we sort of bundled on top of one another in a heap. I miss being in a heap: I played like this with Scape and a friend of his the other night: beyond the simple, deep joy of seeing Scape, was all the simple fun, like I had as a fawn. Sluggs showed us his upsidedown giant-raven skills...
I tossed in the only screenshot I took yesterday, too. It's the closeup mentioned in the title.
