New layout for the homestead. Its very pretty. The splash sucks, tho. Bah. Don’t even know why I bother doing the fucking things….
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Toying with making bAoi’s v6. Toying, because I’m not sure how I feel about the splash, and I’m a little stumped on sister buttons for this one. Possibly part of the reason I’ve always used people in layouts before: you can nearly always come up with people connected to them to use for sib-sites. Dunno what to do when I’m using a where instead of a who. *fidgets slightly* Also? In pain. Head’s acting up, and I am not amused. I was fairly amused by Queen of the Damned, tho. Is anyone actually shocked by this? I mean, really. Vampires. Tasty boys with accents. Tasty Egyptian chick. Vincent fucking Perez. There wasn’t much chance of them going wrong with this one. Altho, that walk Aaliyah did, when Akasha’s in the club…that was freaky. Entrancing and delicious, but disturbing as all get out. She was cool, tho. Kind of makes me wish I was a fan. Violently need to skin Stuart Townsend now. The concert shirt? *drool whimper shudder thud* And why were Lestat and Marius not boffing like bunnies? I’m sorry, but in my head, Jesse will ever and always be “Charlie from Firestarter 2,” so having Les all over her…really not working for me. Meanwhile Mar’s all slinky and protecting and gazing at him soulfully and oh yeah, HE’S VINCENT FUCKING PEREZ. Someone should’ve slipped Les a copy of Queen Margot, there’d have been some mad fucking then. And if somebody could just tell me that the ugly, anorexic, twelve-year-old Leonardo diCaprio wannabe was NOT supposed to be the same Armand who was dark and Hispanic and actually finished with puberty in Interview, I would be positively weak with joy and relief.
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Dude. I’m tired, right? I’ve been depressed, the weather’s been doing that swing thing that always leaves me hurting and run down, and I hadn’t slept in about 26 hours. So I take a nap, wanting to actually be something resembling conscious later, as Entertainment Weekly claims that Joey will be on Last Call, and yes, I will endure Carson for that man. Apparently. So tired, hot, upset me gets up at 1am after a four hour rest in hopes of a happy. The tape is in the VCR. I am peering blearily at the screen and hoping I don’t have it up so loud it will disturb the ‘rentals. I actually smile at Carson, because he is going to give me Joey, and thus, must surely be a nice, nice man. I should have remembered that he is vile, cruel demon spawn who’s only joy is to taunt us, and possibly piss off BSB fans with every passing Timberlake-encrusted moment of TRL. I expected Joey. I wanted Joey. I needed a little fucking Joey, alright? I got motherfucking Damon Wayans. *growls* And now TV Guide.com is saying Joey will be on Last Call on Friday. *waves stick at TV Guide.com* I don’t believe you! I think you are merely trying to torture me! I think, you are trying to brainwash me into become one of that mutant-faced, girl-voiced, demon-spawn’s teenybopper army! Well, frag you! Joey-luster I may be, but I am in only one man’s teenybopper army, and he has a man’s voice! ……….and a really gay southern name, but still.
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So, I saw the video for u2’s new song, and I think I speak for us all when I say, “……..okay, so what the hell what that?!” I mean…no, really, what the hell WAS that? First…not really liking the song. This may change after repeated hearings, it may go back and forth, I may simply find that I hate it more with each passing play. But at the moment…not impressed. And second…the video looked like something I would’ve come up with when I was fourteen and had such an erection for Larry that I thought his fucking feet were cute. Except even then, I’m pretty sure I could’ve come up with something better than “Larry and a poorly-done mermaid.” That was it. That was the video. Larry-and-mermaid spliced together with shots of the band playing. Which was largely just close-up shots of Bono doing his “I’m singing, really” video faces. In black and white. I can almost hear the director telling them that it’ll be sooooo ARTSY! Yeah. Artsy. Pretentious director speak for “ASS! ….sans color.”
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New layout! *blinks* You all hate me now, don’t you?
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Did anybody else find the end of The Dead Zone kind of disappointing, or is it just because I’m depressed? Admittedly I only started reading it because I caught a couple episodes of the show, and liked them, but I actually did find myself enjoying the book. But then that fucking ending, and my first thought was, “……..and they decided to make a show after that?!?!” Followed swiftly by, “Dude, of course they did, they were in pain and desperately needed to fix the fuck out it.” And when did Anthony Michael Hall become eighty, anyways?
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Whoo! The parentals return with shiny eyes, and smiles, and fun stories and pretty pretty postcards, and oh, hey, pressies, and thank the gods, food shopping! And now we are all very worn out and I want only to hug mommy lots and work on my *Nsync video CD, and plot the ooh-pretty next version of bAoi. sounds like kelly clarkson, “before your love”
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Yummies at skin me…! Go! Rejoice! I’m going to sleep now, before I make myself sick(er). Ack.
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I have this odd urge to make a desktop graphics site called “Copen Mechanisms.” Because I was raised on bad puns, and I’m a Thesaurus slut, and well, bAoi has always had a sick blue theme going, anyways. Also, I think I’d be nice to have a desktop graphics site. However, five wallpapers and two icons don’t really warrant an entire site. And, um. I don’t really like the idea of having open submissions, cause I just know some fourteen year old O-Town fan would submit something that made my retinas bleed, and then proceed to slander my name all over the net when I went, “oh, honey…no.” And I don’t mind bAoi being unpopular. I wouldn’t mind if people I didn’t know came and signed the guestbook, but I honestly do it for me, and a kind word from my friends now and then is really more than enough. But being the domain that no one knows, is a hell of a lot different than being hated because you have standards….however skewed they may be. ……..oh, hey, look, I rambled again.
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Tired now. Just got done vacuuming three levels, cleaning out and scrubbing down the inside and outside of the fridge, and washing all the surfaces in the kitchen. Can’t remember if I’m supposed to mop, too, or not, but I’m not going to, and you can’t make me. Need to eat, need to shower. Need a nap, because I’ve been up since 2-fucking-am. And I’m saying fuck all and spending the last thirty dollars on dinner tonight because I did this all with a sinus headache, and I earned it. For once. |
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