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Permalink I would like to be asleep right now. I’m not tired, really, but my head hurts and I don’t feel exactly sociable. Then again, do I ever?
It would be nice to actually seriously work on something, as I have a vague plan for bAoi, and I much more solid idea for SaPi, but no graphics editors, and I gotta tell you, from looking at a couple trial and shareware programs, if it ain’t Paint Shop or Adobe…its not worth your time. We’re talking “makes decaying rat testicles look tasty” here, folks. *shudders*
Actually, y’know, scratch that…I think I am tired….
Permalink According to the Which Backstreet Boy Are You? quiz, I’m either AJ or Brian. Or possibly the amazing mutant love child of the two. Which, while funny, is also very scary. *takes Brian’s ears, and a couple of AJ’s piercings….borrows Liv Tyler’s mouth….uses AJ’s shoulders and nose, Brian’s height, throws in a padawan haircut…quickly tosses in a pair of AJ’s shades to hide the fact that Brian’s squinty eyes are the wrong color…and steps back* Huh. What do you know. That is me. *quietly puts down the psuedo-self, s-l-o-w-l-y backs away, and once out of the room, runs like hell*
Permalink Dude, I am so addicted to Spun it just not even funny.
We had a hella storm earlier. Knocked out the electricity for hours. Fuuuuun. I was pretty much passed out for most of it, on account of having been up all night (and part of the morning…) on a relatively fruitless search for material for the next wave at bAoi. So when the sounds of a monsoon broke through to my brain, and I groggily looked up at my clock to see blank pitch instead of glowing red numbers, I said fuck all and decided that I would not be getting up until the electricty came back on. Or daylight hit, whichever. It was a good plan, seemingly, on account of the power came back right around the time my brain was actually willing to be awake and my body was starting to dislike my bed, anyways.
To quote Hannibal…I love it when a plan comes together. *lol*
Permalink The air-conditioner is on. O.O
*looks outside to see if the sky is falling*
Permalink People who start quoting religious arcana in blogs are evil and have issues. Am I sitting here reciting the Wiccan Rede at you? NO. And you know why? I HAVE A SOUL. ………..also, I’d much rather babble about insignificant things that won’t end in some shitheel emailing me telling me that I’m going to burn in a pagan hell (physically impossible, dude, we DON’T HAVE hell) and that the light of the lord can change my life and blah blah fucking blah. Please. I went to a Christian private school for nine years, and other than a healthy respect for their ability to gloss over their own contradictions, all I walked away with was a feeling best summed up by this little blogsticker here…
Permalink Y’know, this actually works. I mean, I’m not Christian — been there, done that, you do not have enough money to make me go back — but I am kind of obsessed with crosses, and the fact that its wrapped in a banner that reads “BONE” is just…sacreligious and perverted and fucking beautiful. Gotta love it. Go, J-man.
Permalink So, Spike Can Kick finally has its new layout. New being an subjective term in this case, as I’ve been sitting on the damn thing for about a year, but it is only just now reaching the site. And can I just say that I FUCKING HATE FREESERVERS.COM?!?
One assumes that if one gives them money, they cease their immense suckage, but honestly? Given the hell they have turned their free hosting package into, I am not giving them so much as the dime they would get from clicking on a banner link. Fuck them, and the shit-encrusted horse then galloped in under. >.
Permalink So, Music for Elevators arrived today, and join me in dancing, won’t you? Tony Head is just….gah. Words, there are none. In a good way, for once. Admittedly, I think I would’ve liked it better if it had been a bit more about his lovely voice and a bit less about George Sarah’s wonky production techniques, but still, I enjoyed. And that fact that a handful of his BtVS buddies (Amber Benson, James Marsters, Alyson Hannigan) appear on the album gave me grinnies. Joss even wrote him a song. ^^
I was kind of surprised that Aly-san was on it, tho. Backup vocals only, but still. I love Aly, but after seeing the Buffy Musical…she can’t sing. Not that that stops Nick Carter, either, but that’s a whole other ball of flat-voiced wax….
Permalink Harry Potter really whips the llama’s ass!!
…………..did I just actually fucking say that?
sounds like nsync, “its gonna be me – digital black-n-groove club mix”
Permalink Um. I was going to actually update Spike Can Kick — you know, with that layout that I’ve been sitting on for like, six months? Yeah, that — but then the computer insisted the disk wasn’t formatted. *blinks repeatedly* I’m sorry, the fuck you say? I have used this disk repeatedly to move things between my old crappy computer to the shiny pretty Internet-access Gateway. I did, in fact, not twenty minutes before, move files onto said disk. So, um. Exactly how is it suddenly unformatted? Can someone tell me? Or is this one of those things where I’ll have to have a partial lobotomy and start drinking battery acid before it can be fully comprehended?
Anyway. Two drunks are standing in the street, arguing over whether its day or night. A third drunk comes along, and the first stops him. “Hey, mister, can you settle an argument for my buddy and me? Is that the sun or the moon?” The third drunk shakes his head and says, “Don’t ask me, I don’t live around here.”
……………….thanks, dad.
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