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I swear on all that is holy that I took this picture today. With my own camera. From my roommate's car. And that this sign really does exist on I-94 between Minneapolis and Madison, no Photoshopping required. Take a look:

Does *ANYONE* find this as ridiculous as I do?

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Just do it.

02 February 2004

Tuesday Evening with Maggs

03 February 2004

1. The weather here is ridiculous. For all the readers coming here from out of town, let me give you a brief description of the ridiculousness taking place, eh, here.

Punk-so-nerdy Phil sawer his shadow, or didn't see his shadow or (insert favorite word) whatever. The point is there's more winter which is just peachy. (Insert favorite phrase) I'm just sayin'. If that sorry excuse for a groundhog were hibernatin' his furry little ass here in Minnesota he would SURELY have done his duty and heralded spring early. As it were, I hear he's spending time in Pennsylvania these days where the frost doesn't jump out at the civilians like deadly assasin's.

I saw one of the assasin's today - he jumped out from behind the snowbank and nearly took out Em.

2. Keira is coming to visit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If I get any more excited about this my little head is going to pop off. When I sat down to actually think about the last time I saw her, it was just after our cross-country trip 2 and a half YEARS ago! Damn!

< Keira's introduction to the world > I met Keira in the first day of Cobol at UW-EC - it just so happened we're both overachievers and sat in the front row. At the end of the first day this overachiever said to that overachiever, "Like, oh my god! We should totally study together!" She said that sounded 'dope' and the rest was history. Along the way there *may* have been some bar-hopping, Blake-happening, Beno-slapping, table-dancing, class-skipping, beach-going, deviled egg eating, dope-smoking, libran-conquering goodness. It's scary how alike we are - anyone who knows us... huh, I don't think anyone actually *knows* the both of us - ok, so what was I talking about again? Oh right, Keira's the bomb, my partner in crime, my sister, and she's coming to visit Valentine's Day weekend. *Big smiles*

3. Just got home from the movie "You Got Served." It might have been chee-hee-sleezy, but the movie was about the dancing and DAMN! The dancing was off the hook. I *need* to see the last scene again. *Big sigh* It was amazing. Does anyone want to know what wasn't amazing? Sitting in the parking garage for 28 minutes while Em and I sat in line waiting to get out. I smell like ~~gas~~, scratch that, exhaust now.

4. I got Steve a desk calendar for Christmas - and each day has a "Would you rather..." question. Fave question so far: "Would you rather... swim across a crocodile-infested river OR camp one night on an island inhabited by man-eating tigers?"

My answer - and all ya'll have to come up with your own - was the island with tigers. Why? Because they're MAN-eating tigers. D'oh!

5. Taken from here try this game at home, phun phor the whole phamily:

"While sitting down, lift your right foot slightly off the floor and make clockwise circles with your foot. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction..... counter clockwise...

You can't help it!"

The new yang is thretch

04 February 2004

a) I'm entirely too bored
b) My stimulation level is as high as Keira on a weeknight

Two reasons why I'm bubbling over right now. Some people are physically active, unfortunately I'm cursed with physical's yang - mental.

That's right everyone, I'm mental.

It should be considered a cruel and unusual form of torture for a beautiful 26 year old to be completely bombarded with creativity, thoughts, opinions, thoughts (did I already say that one?), designs, and musings 24/7. In fact, I'm pretty sure it used to be a medieval torture device called the "thretch". A delicate cross between a 'thought' and a 'stretch' (as in torture device) developed by King Henry VIII to manipulate compromising designers and deep-in-thoughters. *sigh* Poor Henry's deep in thought designers */sigh*

The modern day equivalent of the nonsense that was thretch is what the french like to call "le meetings", simply translated, let's put a lot of people in a room to talk about stuff. When we're done, let's talk about more stuff. Then, how about we schedule some this afternoon to talk some more about stuff, just before talking about stuff over a bagel and coffee down the street, and have one more stuff-talk before heading home to talk, of course, about stuff.

That pretty much divides us in to two simple groups: the people who talk about doing stuff, and the people who do 'stuff'. Which brings me back to yang. I might not be out snowboarding this weekend, I might not be riding my bicycle to Duluth, but instead I'm sitting here planning how I will conquer the universe.

I have decided (with a little help from Keira-pooh) to make Bellow president. Joelle and Belle de Jour will be co-dominatrix..., er, co-dominators. Our universal symbol will be Janet's breast since everyone's now seen it.

"Hello, my name is Jim, I'm 32 years old and I make 500k a year as a lawyer at Dumass & Dumbass. How much do you make?"

Speed Dating

05 February 2004

Dave is on a mission. He has suddenly decided it's a good idea for me to try out Speed Dating. I'm italicizing it to hopefully emphasize the ridiculousness of the phrase. Ooooooh, look at me I'm Speeeeeeed Dating. I'm all flashy, trendy, bright & shiny, and full of ego-inflated singletons. Because seriously, anyone who goes to one of these events *must* go through the pep-talk before venturing in to the lion's den. I ask myself, and you my readers, what quality of man will I meet at speed dating?

Nah ah. I *KNOW* you didn't just tell me how much money you made and ask me about material bullshit. I'm sorry, but when my doe-eyed children look at me one day and say, "Mommy, how did you and daddy meet?" my answer will NOT be, "Speed dating over a dirty martini."

Bollocks to him.

Unfortunately Dave is as almost as stubborn as I am. *Almost*. I won today and if he brings up this shit again in the future I'll beat him down every time. Today I distracted him with a Cadbury egg. My sidekick Steve hopped onboard later and distracted him with a story of how I got a several hundred dollar bar tab comp'd by doing... absolutely... nothing. To Dave's credit, he really only wanted to sit with the cool kids at lunch and now I'm his "project." Crap.

I say to you Dave, if it's a man you want to set me up with why don't you find a worthy friend. We'll talk offline about this later if you can bear my political libran-ess.

Speed Dating Addendum

05 February 2004

After comparing notes with Steve, apparently he thinks Speeeeeeed Dating is a good idea too. Mostly for himself. Steve's a writer and grasping for material. His messed up martian thought process claims I should have (fucked up, psycho-stalker type) war-stories too.

He might have a shot in hell if I'm drunk.

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To tattoo?

06 February 2004

Have been toying with the idea of a tattoo since I was 20. Don't know why, but it's rearing it's little head again. Take a look:

To tattoo or not to tattoo? If so, where?

Weekend Summary

08 February 2004

Cleaning. Writing. Napping. Designing. Drawing. Pizza Luce. *More writing. Underworld. Meditating. **Knitting. More designing. Blue Crush.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BROTHER CHRIS! "THE" most fantastic, loving, protective brother a girl could have :-D.

*Obviously not blogging.
**Steve's getting his in T-11 hours and counting.

Happiness is...

10 February 2004

... having a clean "everything in sight"
... and that it all smells like Shaklee
... finding out your company is moving again - (that's right, I'm one of those moving sluts that for some reason or another enjoys the thrill of the transplant)
... getting in to the class you wanted
... finishing scarves
... waking up in the middle of the night with designs rummaging around my head
... a slow week at work, ergo design implementation
... healing
... letting go and moving forward
... Kraft macaroni & cheese (comfort food in the literal dead of winter is essential)
... finding out your company made bonus the last 2 quarters
... making decisions
... being alone
... expecting packages in the mail
... kittens
... upcoming nuptuals (the who, what, and where know who I'm talking about here cuz the invitations look spectacular!)

Its been somewhat busy in this world I call my own lately.

So yesterday I ran downstairs to the 'Bou (where everybody knows your name) and ordered my favorite: spice tea. A not entirely unusual but somewhat dormant habit of putting sugar in my tea sounded like a good idear.

I was wrong.

If I knew what it felt like to be on crack, I'm sure that's how I felt yesterday afternoon. I was jumpy, had the shakes, scatterbrained (more than normal if you can imagine), and felt like a general clusterfark of spaciness and jitteriness. After a treatment last night I've decided to conquer whatever it is that took hold of me and head back in to the lion's den today to rock spice tea's world. If I don't return in the next few hours - send caffeinated help.

You sunk my galactical battleship!

10 February 2004

So it turns out I'm the official company mascot for sucking at Battleship. I mean, how sad is the girl who tries really hard to nail down her oponents just to get defeated. Every. Time. I'm going to develop some new, and thus far unused by anyone in the entire galaxy, tactics for the next round where both S and D will get their assess reemed by the COOL chic who rocks the galaxy. That's me!

**Just as a sidenote, battleship is a lunchtime gig. How cool is the place where I get to play battleship over chinese?

***Side note 2, my fortune today wasn't even a fortune. A hex on fortune cookie companies everywhere that put declarative statements inside their cookies instead of employing REAL fortune tellers to do their dirty work. Bastards.

Bonus!

10 February 2004

All hail quarterly bonuses! *does happy dance*

I've turned the roomie

11 February 2004

She is now pop's newest music-loving slave. Yup. I will not go in to the intricate complexities that made me buy Kylie Minogue's newest album a few months ago... however, Em is now (as Britney would shimmy) a slave for the music. Interestingly enough, I've also found that another friend of mine, D (a male friend) is also a pop-diva-loving-fiend. I mean, what the ??? Here's a typical conversation:

Me: Dang, Christina Aguilera can SING! I've listened to her Stripped album so many times I've nearly worn out my MP3s.
D: Tell me about it. She sings with such passion, such intensity, such range. She's a real credit to the music scene.
Me: Plus she's pretty hot too. Right?
D: I guess. I mean, her lyrics are so real - straight from the heart and soul.
Me: Right right. Lyrics. I'm sure that's all you're interested in.
D: Whatever. And let's talk about Britney Spears for a second - isn't her latest album delishious?
Me: Apparently you saw her last video and found something *wink wink* 'delishious'.
D: God Margaret, you're so narrow minded. She's really breaking out of the mold she was put in to and starting to find her footing. Her music is pushing the limits!
Me: So.... you ARE a man, aren't you? I'm confused.
D: Have heard Kylie's last song? It makes me want to dance like in college. She really knows how to work up a crowd.
Me: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Work up a crowd. Is there a hidden camera somewhere?

Beauty of being single

12 February 2004

Thursdays are good. Not as good as Friday's but they're good in their own, just a few hours from being Friday, way.

Today is the first day of my design class. To be honest I'm nervous, and I'm also hesitant that it will not at all be what I expected. I have a feeling it will explore more of the marketing materials side of graphic design whereas my interest and strength is on the software, digital, online side of things. At the end of the day I'm sure I will learn some valuable information. If nothing else, I would like to ask the gods to provide some eye-candy to make things interesting. One tall order of sandy blonde, built, and intelligent coming up!

Whatever. I'm single. I can say stuff like that ;-).

Top 5 reasons to be single:

My bathroom stays clean and tidy (this includes: no hair on the countertops; toilet seat always in the down position; and neatly mopped floor gleans everytime I poke my head in)

Oogling at men everywhere. Of course, this point would prove much more effective if A) I walked around with my glasses on 100% of the time and B) I could find out where the 'men' actually are

Indulging in Margaret time

I don't have to watch my mental filter. Believe me, this is a MAJOR point. If anyone knew how much I really hold my tongue they would call me Bitchy McBitches-a-lot. They might also make me president since my logic is hypnotic.

I don't have to listen to men all day - the only thing I hear is the beauty of my own voice (usually in my head) and pop-music as often as I like. I've dated one too many Sex Pistols-a-holics. Sorry. They're just not my bag. Baby.

Lipstick & vDay

13 February 2004

Try writing on the bathroom mirror in lipstick. It's like art class for adults, in beautiful shades of pink and red. *Happy Sigh*

Don't try convincing yourself Valentine's Day is for slaves of the corporate brainchild. It does matter when you're single.

Smooch!!!

14 February 2004

This one goes out to all the ladies in the hizouse! Er, well, to the only other lady in the hizouse! Happy Valent-EM!

vDay Survivor

15 February 2004

1. PSA

Poor Shea. The WB announced today that Angel has been cancelled, which is slightly ironic since the ratings are better this season than last season. I expect that when she reads this she will call me between sobs and moans. Ohhhhh, the horror!

2. Valentine's Day

I'm sure everyone is anxiously awaiting a play-by-play blow of my Valentine's Day. Funny, cuz smoochy woochy couples all over the place don't seem to be nearly as entertaining as single's this weekend. Maybe it's that whole reality-tv thing? I will indulge...

Suckers.

2.(a) Yesterday morning I woke up bright and early to help my friend Tim move. Tim is the bomb-diggity, and he and his bomb diggity self just bought a HOUSE! Now he's all grown up and shit. I'm terribly excited, over-joyed, thrilled, and dizzy with glee et al. since he deserves every bit of happiness. His 3 cats will be stoked about the sheer size of the place. I know because they told me. In the car ride from the old place to the new place. Quite the talkers. We bonded. Wonder when he'll notice I actually only delivered 2 cats instead of 3? ;-)

Highlights of the move-o-rama:

watching Tim drive the moving truck like a corvette around the corner

listening to Tim on the phone with the insurance company of the guy who's tail-light he took out on that turn

meeting Tim's friends - they were ALL kick ass (and some were a healthy serving of eye-candy-lishiousness)

watching Tim and his friends re-enact Beavis and Butt-head at least once an hour. His accuracy is mind-numbing

watching Drew try to sled down Tim's new front yard in a kiddie pool

finding heads in Tim's garage*

finding an axe and bloodstains just outside the garage

Dave & Chris showing up after we were done moving... with Krispy Kremes. They were forgiven

2.(b) The rest of the afternoon was spent indulging in Margaret time, therefore I cannot reveal all my covert secrets. A girl's gotta have her own time - ESPECIALLY on Valentine's Day, am I right? Don't get too excited. Most of it was spent at Cub Foods preparing for 2.(c).

2.(c) *dun dun dunnnnnnn....* I picked up Keira!!!!! Yay! We giggled like little girls and got ready for our night out. I have pictures, but ya'll are gonna have to patiently wait for evidence.

Highlights from last night:

Keira announcing that Steve, "looked just like his pictures." As opposed to looking like ...?

This was right after she humped the island in my kitchen

Booty butt shaking in my bathroom. jLo went dow-hown

Cape Cod's in the kitchen. Come to think of it the entire evening was pretty fucking fantastic. Tough to pick out several moments.

The Kissing Room at the Local. It was like a cross between a saloon and a red, velvety dream. Come to think of it, Keira's "Robot" dance was a dream too ;)

Overall, we had a kick ass time! My only regret is that it's Sunday and it SHOULD be Friday. I took off of work tomorrow so my girl and I can hang. We'll bring it back to the 6th grade and do it Mall style. Word.

3. Sunday snooze

I love Sundays. Sleep. Breakfast. Lounging. Hot shower. Best friend in the entire galaxy visiting. All is well in my world.

*manequin heads

Picture Perfect

17 February 2004

Whooooooooo wants pictures?! I've posted the less salacious bits from Saturday evening in the galleria.

Yesterday was intoxicating. Keira and I embarked on our journey, first to Ridgedale Mall where we completely, utterly, and totally felt our age. It wasn't until AFTER we got there that we remembered it was President's Day and every child old enough to walk was at the mall as well. It was Limited, Express, Origins, Godiva, Artsy Things, Victoria's Secret, and one or ten other forgettable spots. We made out with a significant amount of booty, mostly after the delishious Big Bowl feast we had for lunch.

The ENTIRE rest of the afternoon (3:00 - 7:00) was spent at several fabric stores and a Wal-Mart purchasing knitting and crafting materials. That was a lie. We really only shopped for a half hour. The rest of the time was spent driving through every single suburb looking for fatty needles.

We found them. Was there any doubt?

Keira's gone now... *heavy sigh and weak whine* The rest of the week is brining homework and Under the Tuscan Sun. It's all the small things that make my stomach flip. Everything is wonderful...

Bird Poop. Ha.

18 February 2004

Random musing for today...

One of *the* funniest things in the world has got to be what I will call "Random Bird Poopation." Yup. I can safely say, as I knock on wood with both hands, it has never happened to me. However, on numerous occasions I have borne witness to these random acts of hilarity. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank birds everywhere for providing me such merriment.

Just thinking about it makes me giggle. The look on the lucky recipient's face as they stand there for a mere moment silently uttering, "Damn. A bird just shit on me." I can barely even stand the beauty of it. Ha ha ha, ho ho, hee hee heeee.

So sorry for the diversion. It's hump day :).

PPS, if any of you follow the superhero link and create your own, copy and paste the code in to the comments. I'm DYING to see all your superheroes!!!! Yay!

Weather + Superheroes

19 February 2004

Weather update for the greater Minneapolis area (like any of you really care)...

Glare ice Thursday morning. In case of slipping on your ass-mergency, grab on tight to your *roommate and don't let go. Roommate will in-turn read balancing instructions on side of package: Step 1) position self in large crowd and proceed to Step 2 - embarrassment; Step 2) flare arms, yelp like a chihuahua, and violently kick feet in every direction before falling on bootie. Step 2 must be performed on a curb so all of traffic lined up in rush hour can be part of the group love.

R.A.I.N.ing in February -- Thursday afternoon and evening. Make sure you park your car outside so that when ice skating to your car Friday morning, everything will be frozen over. Gives your car that nice clean 'waxed' look. Very popular this time of year. I hear everyone is doing it.

So..... my superhero, crime fighting, weather intimidating alterego: (that's right, I'm a bad-ass)

Raphael might kill me cuz I didn't ask his permission first, but I think his superhero is the bomb diggity (gotta love the bling-bling): Corpo.

Corpo's backstory: As a young child, Corpo saw his stock broker father leap from a 40th story window after he was fired by a corrupt executive, "Exectron." Corpo has dedicated his life to stopping white collar crime and avenging his father by defeating his nemesis, Exectron!

"Watch out Exectron! Corpo is coming for your ASSets!"

PS,
There's 3 very stubborn tree's on the greenway who refuse to drop their leaves. No shit. On the corner of Nicollet and 12th, across the street from the church. I'm going to take a picture soon if I can remember - I take my hat off to their stubbornation.

Love Rules

19 February 2004

To my great distaste of discussing political hot-topics, I'm going to say something (a very short something) about all the hoopla going on in San Francisco this week.

No one can convince me that two people loving each other is in any way, shape, or form a bad thing. Maybe all the fuckers bringing up this B.S. about banning gays and lesbians from being together shouldn't be so uptight and hateful towards people who are actually happy, and in turn run home to their respective families to spend MORE time exerting energy for a positive reason and LESS for negative ones. For the love of all that's holy, *LOVE RULES*. Let it be.

Friday's In-List

20 February 2004

1) Underworld
2) Godiva Chocolates (thanks Keira!)
3) knitting a most gorgeous shall
4) lava lamp (thanks again, Keira)
5) Downtown lights
6) Steve's quiet for a few seconds, thanks to "Precious Jr."
7) Retro art

Smorgasming

22 February 2004

I am officially never drinking again... *whimper* I don't know WHAT part of my brain I was thinking with when I told Steve I thought it was a good idea that we go out last night.

Plan A) Stay in on Saturday evening, watch Mulholland Drive, knit, finish graphic design project, bake cupcakes, and paint oils of kittens with ribbons and mittens

Plan B) Let Steve convince me it's a good idea to go out (new bar - Le Meridian), try to kill myself with alcohol, dance with random strangers, lose memory somewhere on Hennepin around Harvey's, and wake up next morning with Guinness's newest addition: Mags' hangover.

I am a messed up individual.

I would post more about what actually went down last night, but as previously mentioned I lost my memory somewhere on Hennepin. I blame Tim. And Steve.

A little on my time at Le Meridian bar (if it weren't already obvious, this was the first locale of the evening therefore the one I remember best). I would go on about the wonderful men I met there had there actually *been* any men present. It turns out all the clowns traipsing around the joint were actually a bunch of 12 year olds dressed up in Giorgio and Ralph. At least this herd formed full sentences and that was a nice change from, "Ya dere hey," and "How 'bout dem Vikings, eh?" I had this one beautiful moment, however, when one of the aforementioned clowns told me he was in to big money mergers and acquisitions. I turned around, looked him straight in the face and told him I didn't buy it, at which point he promptly acted afronted and in turn told me that indeed, it was a lie. Seriously kids, this is what I'm up against.

Oh, and I made up a new word yesterday: smorgasming. Smorgasming, patent pending, is a lushious blend of smorgasboard and orgasm all rolled in to one neat little package that rolls off your tongue. Isn't it delishious?

Sex and the City Finale

22 February 2004

I will beg if need be. Will someone PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE post about Sex and the City tonight? Sure I can read it online later but I want to hear all about it from a viewer.

I'll just wait here....

Mascot Surprise

23 February 2004

I have two words for this link:

Holy. Shit.

Let me sum up what happened in 100 words or less....

Basketball game, huge crowd, tv cameras, play-by-play from announcer, girlfriend in blindfold, boyfriend proposes, girlfriend runs away crying, boyfriend has sex change operation and changes name to Betty Ford

Watch the video if you're not afraid. Poor guy's humiliation is farked.

Software Mags

24 February 2004

Once upon a time, long ago, I was asked to do some art for a new piece of software at work. Great. Peachy, I thought. I whipped together some fantastic mockups, complete with photographs I "borrowed" purely for the sake of the mocking of the up, and showed it to the execs. They loved it and dove head first in to the project, design specs in hand.

It turns out that some weeks later I find said, now functional, software has replaced "borrowed" pictures with new photos taken of co-workers. Same poses, same coloring, same everything. It just so happens that the front page of the software has a picture of a co-worker who happens to have a neck, photoshopped to look like a giraffe = aka Margaret's neck. Seriously, I have the longest neck of anyone I've ever met.

So now that the entire world has seen the front page of the app, I'm wondering how long I'll have to endure this whole, "Dude, you put yourself on the front of your own software" thing. Its been 3 months so far, and at least once a week I go through this conversation: "No, it's not me. No, it's not my photograph. Yes, I did the artwork. No, I didn't put myself on the front page." I think it's absolutely hilarious ;-)

Random musings for a Tuesday. Anyone else randomly musing?

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MP3 Game - Everyone Play Along

24 February 2004

Saw this here and here, who saw it here and here... and so on and so forth. Everyone play along (no pun intended :P).

Step 1: Open your mp3 player.
Step 2: Put all of your music on random.
Step 3: List the first ten songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing.

(most embarrassing is the best part!)

1. Incubus - Aqueous Transmission
2. Madonna - Drowned World/Substitute For Love
3. Poe - If You Were Here
4. Appleton - Supernaturally
5. John Mayer - New Deep
6. Karsh Kale - Conception
7. Alicia Keys - Harlem's Nocturne
8. Christina Aguilera - Cruz
9. Conjure One - Sleep
10. Talib Kweli - Get By

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Pixel Leak - courtesy of Davezilla

24 February 2004

This is some funny shit. Turn away if you're still trying to figure out this whole internet thing...

Taken off of Davezilla.com:

"The stupidest question a client has ever asked me* has got to be, "If my website is in color, won�t that use up all the ink in my monitor?" Yes, really. A coworker at GM asked the same question a few years ago, which leads me to believe that many people believe this. I�ve decided if I get asked this a third time, I am going to adopt the role of a mechanic and play along:

Client: "If my website is in color, won�t that use up all the ink in my monitor?"
Me: "Well that all depends - When was the last time you had your monitor in for a fill-up?"
Client: "I-I-I don�t know. Was I supposed to do that?"
Me: "Oh good gravy. Yes. Your mouse is probably due for a rotation as well. Every three thousand clicks or so. Keeps it running at peak performance."
Client: "I had no idea. I�m way overdue."
Me: "Jesus H. Christ. Don�t you realize what that can do to a PC? You might crack a processor and next thing you know it, you�ve yourself got a pixel leak. Email spilling all over the floor where anyone can read it. You better get that puppy in here, pronto."

*Shortly after writing this, a client: asked me, "Buy me an Internet so my secretary can show a website to our customers." No problem, killer. That�ll be $178 billion, please."

Oh, the pain

25 February 2004

I am a designing deeva.

Designs are coming out of my every orifice and luckily I'm equipped to handle such deeva-mergencies with my superhero kolour palette and swap file en tow. Today I fought my arch-enemy: the image-enator.

I have a disease and I can't just let go. Fuck. Dammit. My entire design world centers around the image-enator and if the slippery bastard ever felt like doing me a favor and stopping by for a martini and design session I might have something to work with.

For all the people going "huh?" at this point, let me elaborate...

Picking a kolour scheme - cake!
Picking a font - with my eyes closed!
Picking an image for the project I'm working on - if I don't return within 3 days (likely) send help (wealthy help). It could get ugly.

Images are my bane. They haunt me, they elude me, and they taunt me. I can't fully get in to ANYTHING until the image appears.

Guess what kids - today, the image appeared. *Insert sigh of relief here*. Ya'll will see the image soon enough - it's my weekend project!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EM!

26 February 2004

To my roomie on her birthday.... Happy 24th!!!!!

Still breathing... barely

28 February 2004

Its been a crazy couple of days. Besides friend, friend, and friend's best attempts to kill me over the course of the past week, they failed. Anyone wishing to reach me can find me attached to an IV, intravenously receiving anything but alcohol.

In other news, my frustration level is right up there. Working on a redesign, trying to clean up code, fix bugs, blah blah blah, as if anyone really cares. It's going well. It's also not going well. Try wrapping your head around that one Einstein. There's a fair chance this design will get shelved for a few more weeks in lieu of another redesign waiting to be picked up (thanks Steve!).

I'm off to take a bath now. I think I'll take Karsh Kale with me... (on second thought, it will probably be Beneath The Surface)

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For my voyeuristic fans

29 February 2004

Pictures now up from the other evening... tread lightly.

Can't talk now - there's a teapot with my name on it somewhere