Well, the bumfucking is over, sort of. I got the Pride and Prejudice monkey off my back [belated warning: switching into uncomfortably inapropriate anaolgy] in a way, by convincing it to only spoon me (i.e. Mrs. Young pushed back the due date). College app to U of M went out Monday morning.
Oh, I found a cool template for Dress-Stephen.co.nr over at Mashable.com, “Groovy Blue.”
TTFN.
[EDIT at 8:19 - Finished the template, Steve C’s doing something to it.]
I haven’t checked in in a while, and there’s a good reason. Life’s a bumfuck right now.
That little stress knot you get in your stomach can’t be released like steam with a valve. You open it and it keeps on comming out until you deal with the problem. Like an angry perpetual motion machine.
Let me get this college shit mailed off, and I’ll explain it all. (If not to you, than to my journal.)
So, after bumbling around with CSS last night and proving to Steve C. that I have no idea what I’m doing, we decided to bring another person in to actually design the pages.
This renders me, in effect, nothing more than the money behind the whole operation.
You know, because it’s the seventh article I’ve done about things I’ve found on the ‘net. 7 out of 16? [By the time I actually got around to posting this, it was 7 out of 26 posts.] That’s lazy. I think I’ll make this my last. By the way, I’m not really a Harry Potter fan.
Oh, and it’s ungodly long, so I’ll hid this with a “More” tag.
First, a bit about the Montreal Trip that I spoke of here. We changed the date to sometime over Spring Break, so as to see/bet on the horses.
Second, a focus group composed of members of my AP English class voted 15 to 1 in favor of Dress-Stephen.com, the only dissentor being a kid who didn’t (as far as I can tell) understand the concept.
Yup, so that’s about it.
Well, I’ve decided that I am very much in the mood to implement the idea I came up with last year and first announced here. I’m learning CSS for the occasion. I know I have alot of stuff on my To-Do list that needs doing ahead of this, and most of that will probably get done before I can cajole Stephen into holding up his end. Hopefully this will launch before the 2nd Anniversary of the Chucksphere. Stay tuned for more details!
Once, in 11th grade, we had to pick 11 words out of the dictionary and construct a poem with those words (along with some other, minor words.) Here’s what I came up with:
The shocking home-brew diagram
disproved the rough-neck shaveling
while the down decoy longed for
the Flying Dutchman’s puma.
Yes, that poem sucked hard. The poem I wanted to show you was the one I made with the words my friend Steve chose:
The exact logistics personell
moped and atoned at hte shrine
of the fence-sitting, neofacist
meat-prophet.
Gold, pure and simple. The page I’m reading this from even bears the legend “Charlie FTW!” in the margins.
And yes, the only reason I’m writing this is to postpone doing anything on my to-do list.
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