the deep moans round with many voices

Tonight I did a preliminary triage of the two enormous file folders of my life documents from 1985. I threw out a few things right away (cards, some of the more repetitive drawings), marked a few things to definitely save, and separated all the weekly daycare reports to return to my mom, but most of the art is still waiting for me to do a more thorough sorting.

However, there's one thing that snagged my attention and which I cannot figure out: namely, the two cards pictured above. The gimmick is that they each have four legs arranged like spokes on a wheel -- as illustrated by the apparently three-legged doll on the left -- and you can spin them to make the card 'walk'. But what is the point of them? You can't actually expect a three-year-old kid to have the manual dexterity to spin the legs without simultaneously squashing or tearing the card, and they're not very useful for any other kind of play, so...???

In summary, I am baffled.

(Also, these cards are a prime example of why, as soon as I was old enough to express an opinion and be taken seriously, I insisted for years that I LOATHED pink. I didn't actually hate pink, but if I hadn't taken that exaggerated stand, every present I ever received (okay, every present I ever received from anyone except my parents, who were very good about not pushing that bullshit) would have been pink. Because fucking gender roles.)

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It is once again internet housekeeping time!

In other words, I decided to start tidying up the extant parts of "The Transient and the Eternal" and posting them on AO3. If nothing else, that will let me cross an item off my long-running to-do list, and in the best case scenario it might inspire me to finish the remaining five themes. So in that spirit, parts 1 and 2 are now up!

The Transient and the Eternal: Alone - Alexiel in Eden, contemplating her bargain. (1,100 words)

The Transient and the Eternal: Forbidden - Jibril speaks with Lucifel shortly after his meeting with God. (1,500 words)

General warnings for Angel Sanctuary apply: namely, that the canon is built of WTF and incest (and very pretty art), so please proceed with caution. :)