So, anyone have advice for setting up an airbrush in a cold college setting? I want to practice with it over Thanksgiving along with anyone else at college who isn't going home. (May also get my woodcarving out - my roommate will be gone!)

A couple comments here on your last bit of writing. Hope they help a little bit. :)

Watch your word order. Here, I assume you mean to say that the day looks warm but the tile floor is cold. However, it reads as though the tile floor expected the cold weather.

When you're writing sounds (which I assume is what you are doing here) consider putting the word in italics or putting asterisks around it. As it is, it looks like you just spelled the word wrong. Not a big mistake, but looks unprofessional.

Not much else to say otherwise.

Part of my attempts to combine many things - have done a bit of research - into an epic poem like Gilgamesh.

Lifting, they shoved them, rafts containing five strong,

Rocking, the makeshift dropped into the deep,

Man and woman, they pushed and they pulled,

On planks of wide-wood, against the seas,

Fleeing the land of Yamm.

Five-and-sixty they set adrift, with great Solaris blazing,

To fight the Wild Waters.

Day they rested, covered in beast-skins,

Night they rowed, paddled and drove,

Against the rage of the sea.

One night, a cloud, and three and nine,

Darkness arrived ahead of moon-time,

Yamm's curse obvious, the waves shifted,

Ripping, rising, tearing about,

Blackest ocean, Ebony sea,

It began to spell murder for rafts many.

Women screamed, "Our families!

Save them, they may yet live"

Anat, the leadress, "Save yourselves,

And live for them."

So they passed the cloud-demons,

Day they rested, covered in beast-skins,

Night they rowed, paddled and drove,

Against the rage of the sea.

One day was clear, searingly so,

"Oh Spirits, we shall surely die,

Our homes being ruined,

Our fathers at war,

Surely it is our doom we seek for"

So the young men exclaimed,

Anat replied;

"Fear not! This too will pass,

For see, the land and times of old lay behind,

Each moment is a victory -

We rewrite our fates,

We honor the fates of our friends,

We fight Spirit and Enemy alike,

We, the people of Atlas Hadad, survive

With terrors powerless to stop us."

...When you write for an hour, and lose it at submission...

I think you're doing the motivation wrong, Law. :|

(Not really for critique - the rough draft for a thing from my mind, largely so that I can draw it)

A Monster named Anxiety:

A slimy slug the length of my spine,

Crawls along my back with five segmented arms,

With talons it gouges my shoulders and back,

With seven red spider-eyes, it judges the world,

And with a proboscis, pierces my mind,

The thing turns like a violent drill,

Above, it has a round mouth of fangs,

As if a maw of a Lamprey,

From which it pours poison in my ears,

An painful lye to draw me to sleep,

Away from fears that cause me to weep.

(Subject to much modification)
<---This is her to the limits of Trisphee

Character Name: ANA-[G;H;T;W]
State: Functioning
Height: Varies
Weight: ~2 gigagrams

Appearance: The Assembly of Neurons of Ancestors is a recreation of antiquated space technology. She is a hybrid of collected human neurons and computer technology. She is equipped with 3DSmithing and Printing tools, along with an assembly of blueprints. In addition, she can utilize multiple wireless tools for defense and creating a mobile holographic interface. Though this interface varies, ANA- has shown a preference for a surreal feminine form. This form has a feathered shawl, emphasized canines, and cat ears.

Personality: ANA- is rather passionate for a character. She obsesses over anything and everything that catches her attention. Despite that, her obsession is often shy - she is aware of what she is. Though collected from different human minds, she seems to be able to cope with differing parts through incredibly bad humor. They experience great distress due to the limits of her sensors resulting in issues with their sense of self, and a distorted view of the world.

ANA- enjoys horror, dancing, painting, laughing manically, and small creatures. She often exhibits this via her holographic projection. Don't worry if she takes her head off to quote Hamlet. That's normal.

Bio: ANA- doesn't have a memory so much as she holds a database of information useful for an explorer to create a base in a hostile environment. Though she has reported dreams when the alarm goes off. ANA- is not the original Humanoid Hybrid Robot Mind, but was created as a favorite of a founder.

Character Name: Dara
State: Healing
Height: 7"
Weight: 160 pounds

Appearance: A man with cross-lined plant material as a standin for skin, Dara is quite literally a "green man." His skin burned and bones cracked terribly in a pyre, a printed material covers his body and provides nutrients without which he'd be dead. He wears a horned crown that aids in training animals to aid him, along with a mixed material armor that can deflect bullets. He carries a spear of undecided power, and an overstuffed backpack of books and materials. It is advised not to call him a pack mule.

Personality/Bio: Dara was once a scholar of the church, a native who took on foreign learning out of curiosity. An idealist and ever-curious, his insight led him to be declared heretic by friends and burned at the stake. How he survived is uncertain, but without immediate medical attention from sources beyond his time, he'd be dead. As such, Dara is much more hesitant to trust. His mind is always partly in a different world - whether it be daydreaming or an addled way to avoid a degree of pain is unknown. However, he is quite the conversationalist and talented with translation, lore, and the science of his time. He enjoys astronomy, animal studies, and libraries. Also a tad comedically uptight.

Could I post my works for critique <3