Mood: Vengeful

A visitor to one of websites sent me an email today alerting me that someone had added popup windows to the front pages of all my sites that apparently exploded with Trojan viruses if you clicked on them. I checked all of my sites and it turns out it's true (the popup window thing anyway, I don't know if they actually sent viruses or not, it's not like I tested them to find out.)

So it turned out that it was some ass from Japan that hacked into my account somehow and placed two lines of iframe code at the end of every "index.html" file that existed on my server which I had to remove one by one. Moreover, I think aforementioned ass also changed my login to my webhost control panel because it refused to recognize my password and I actually had to get them to reset it all before I could get back in. Fucker. Well, that's it. Dishonor! Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your family! Dishonor on your computer! YOU BRING SHAME UPON ALL OF JAPAN. I wish for all of your chopsticks to stick straight up and down in your stupid rice bowl for all eternity.

While we're on the ranty bandwagon, what's with the freaking GAS PRICES? 112.4 cents a litre?! 1 fucking 12 point 4?! It's going to cost me near to $50 to fill up my tiny Cavalier! HAS THE WORLD GONE INSANE?! IS THERE SOME CLIMATIC, OILY, EARTH-SIZED HEMORRHAGE THAT I AM NOT AWARE OF? *Pulls out hair* I have never been more inclined to make use of the public bus transit system.

On a non-ranty note, I'm trying out BitComet, and so far it is rather groovy (blatantly stealing Amanda's sixties catch phrase) with all of its individual file batch torrent downloading and so on. It does seem rather slower than the regular BitTorrent though. . .time shall see. . . *Cackles for dramatic effect* I'm also slowly starting to redesign Beans which I've neglected terribly into a nasty hiatus limbo for the last two and a half years. Hopefully, this time I'll actually finish the revamp and get that site online again. . .as long as I don't get lazy. . .again. . . =_=; Man, I just noticed that I have four different computers running in this room, with all the DVD burning, scanning, BitTorrent-ing, and regular computing stuff; six if you count the two double monitors on both the main Macs. It's like NASA in here. *Sweatdrop* Dad's gonna have a conniption. Oh yeah, HE'S OUT OF TOWN, HO HO HO! WATCH ME SPLURGE ELECTRICITY! *Frolics among the humming wires and fiery sparks of liberation*

Mood: Creative and fangirly~

It's new! It's different! It's green! (With a subtle hint of pimped out cyborgyness. Tastes minty. . .)

I've been meaning for a while now to whip up a new blog layout since Photoshop was reinstalled on my computer. Gaara is obviously spectacular and all that, but Fangirl was in need of a new spotlight, and Grievous was the obvious choice since he's, you know, AWESOME. Actually, I was originally going to do an Orochimaru theme, but the artist who drew the piece of fanart I wanted to use so badly in the layout refuses to reply back to my email requests. So General Rock Your Face Off got the honors instead. (OOOH. . .and I totally made his lightsaber myself. See that lightsaber? Yeah, that's all me, baby. "SHIT, how the hell am I going to crop his freaking sword?! THIS IS GOING TO EAT MY SOULLLLLLLL-- waitaminute, ovaaaal toooool. . .feeeeeaaaaather. . . Ahhhh.")

This new template has been in the works for days but between my exciting new forty hour work week, a social life, and the BITCH CODING this one involved, I haven't been able to find the time to finish it up and actually get it uploaded until tonight. The new fancy pop up menu navigation happies me to great extents. It is also the reason behind the whole BITCH CODING I was talking about. . .probably about seven hours of bitch coding actually. The experience reinforced the fact that I can not read or write Javascript myself. IT'S HARD. Lots of posting my wails and pleads for help on the help forum and most likely annoying the nice individual who made the menu code were involved.

Anyway, there's still a couple kinks to work out which I hope aren't noticeable, so I'll have to fix those. After that I'll do a real post to catch up on the past week of blog posting neglect.

Mood: Happy (and full of ice cream)

I got off my ass and finally sorted out the temperamental issues my blog has been experiencing over the past few days, assuming first it was a coding problem, and then maybe a blogger problem, and it turns out it's the freaking quiz I put up in the last entry. T-T That's the problem with posting stupid quizzes made by stupid people, they set hell and zombie dogs loose on templates. Argh and nerg and pfft.

I think I fried a couple billion brain-cells looking for the Journal comics in the smoking room at work yesterday. I should sue for second-hand lung cancer. Or maybe just set out some big muscly men to wreak vengeance on all the cigarette smoking junkies who are polluting my bubble of air. HOSERS!

Yesterday was fun (not the second-hand smoke death, I mean after work) -- joined Chelle and her pals for a girls night out. We went down to Warp and I bought Hot Gimmick 5 and Eva 9. I haven't been to Warp in ages, every time I go they seem to have doubled their manga collection, and this time every where you look there's yaoi series'. They're even carrying a "I ♥ YAOI" book bag that the silly fangirl in me demands to own but the sensible part of me slaps the annoying fangirl and tells her no.

OMG, I need to take all of my friends down to Whyte Ave and there I shall introduce you all to the BEST ICE CREAM. IN. THE. WORLD. They have a dozen or more different base flavors, then they have shelves and shelves lined with mixings, ranging from every from chocolate chips, different chocolate bars, nuts, and fruits to marshmallows, coconut, and real to god CLUMPS OF ACTUAL COOKIE DOUGH, and you pick as many as you want and they freaking mix it in with the base flavor and make your own flavor of ice cream right in front of you, top it off with different kinds of syrup, and shovel a gigantanormous amount into one of six different waffle cones. It ends up costing you about five dollars, but ohmygod, it's so good. I couldn't finish mine though, it was too much for one puny Brenna to eat. This is the same ice cream shop that, before it came to Edmonton, my sister and her friend went down to Calgary one day to get. TO CALGARY. FOR ICE CREAM. *Claws at friends* You muuuuuuust cooooooome~

We also went to see Phantom of the Opera at Gateway. I don't think it was as poor as all the nasty paper reviewers were ranting about. There were some definite slow parts but the singing made me happy and the phantom was sexy with his sexy mask and sexy singing and sexy vengeance and rage. It looked like Christine was having a massive orgasm every time he touched her. Sexy stalking phantoms will do that to a helpless heroine.

Amanda, Lance, Chelle, and I are all going to see The Princess Bride at the Arden in March. It's being put on by one of the high schools (when was the last time a school rented out a whole theatre for a play? o_O) but it's the freaking Princess Bride and there's no way it won't turn out awesome, because it's Wesley, and Inigo, and pirates, and rodents of unusual size. Do the math, it is a universal equation for good implosion.

Mood: Tired but good

And on this day (and three days prior) I succumbed to the crack-addicted-like world of blogging. Originally I was planning on doing another big, new, layout redesign for this milestone event, but I forgot. A happy belated birthday to bloggy-kun. He (she?) . . .it. . . is officially a year and three days old. On it's behalf, I shall eat chocolate birthday cake. *Munch munch munch*

I finished watching FLCL. It was. . .odd. I can't say bad, because if I'd thought it was truely bad I would have stopped watching, pretty eye candy or no pretty eye candy. It was just very very strange and confusing and I'm pretty sure the writers were heavily enebriated. I'm still not sure what exactly was going on in it, and what the point of the whole eyebrow thing, or the giant-irons-steam-pressing the world thing, or most of the plot really. I did enjoy the robot to a hysterical extent, however. He has my eternal love.

Aw, and Gankutsuou no more? Boooo~ I don't understand why the Japanese would order their shows to be removed from being downloaded in North America. How can we know what anime to liscense if the fandom can't watch them before hand and create a fanbase? Silly. And just when Gankutsuou was getting really good too.

Other news. I finally finished the revamp and long-due update of Beans Et Cetera . COM, so that's a long, boring project out of the way that I don't have to touch for another year. I'm trying to redesign Beans too and spark that back up, but the layout's just not happening worth fried bananas. *Kills things*

I chickened out due to the cold on Wednesday so tomorrow I really have to go out and start my Christmas shopping. Saturday at WEM. Crowd-surfing through the masses. =__= I suppose I need the exercise anyway. I'm off to sleep now, because sleep is shiny and wonderful.

Mood: Somber

I'm reading this book my mom had called "Fighting Back" by Robert Davidson, a true story about an abused, battered woman leading from her childhood to her pathologically verbally, sexually, and physically abusive husband who she ended up killing in self-defense and the courts had the gall to LOCK HER UP FOR IT, god fuck. Mom was like, "Don't read it, it's intense," and I was all, "Pfft, 'intense'. . . *fu fu* . . .I'm game for an angsty read." No. This book is not angsty, because angsty is just sex for fangirls with a spot of fun, dark brooding on the side; this book is DISTURBING and HORRIFYINGLY FRIGHTENING. An hours-worth of reading leaves me freaked and twitchy, and I think if anything even resembling the male gender came near me I'd run for my life. I swear, if a guy ever fucking so much as laid a hand on me like that once, let alone for years that this woman suffered through, I'd put a bullet through between his eyes too.

In other news of the much less intimidating nature, I want to go swimming. Who's up for swimming? I haven't gone to Fountain Park in ages and it's uber cheap for entrance fee for a night of water fun. I'm trying to ease myself into some sort of routine exercise at least once a week to get me out of the house and so I don't keel over and die, and I think swimming would be a enjoyable way of doing that. We could make it a group thing, maybe? ;_;

I'm trying to code a new site layout I have using div layers instead of my standard table approach. For something that seems astoundingly simple to use for so many people, it's not working very well for me. . . They elude me. ELUUUUUUUDE! *Cries*

I've had the "Kenya" song from Weebls Stuff playing over and over in my head, non-stop, for the last three days. Someone kill me.

Mood: Feeling productive

That has nothing to do with this post, I just couldn't think of a title tonight. (And Snape is a greedy bastard and demands my love and attention.)

First off, a huge and love-filled congratulations to Jenny-chan and Vivi for their totally successful Bellerose Animethon on Saturday to raise money for cancer! YAAAAY! With an attendance of over 250 people, and more than $1000 raised -- you guys ROCK!

GACK! On the website for BeBeautiful, the new specifically yaoi manga company for North America, they have copies of press release articles they've done with the New York Times newspaper and others, and OMFG! They're telling the public about yaoi! It's like a three page article! This is it, build the barricades, bring out the big cannons. . . Forget having to just avoid uncomfortable interrogations from parents who are suddenly realizing that their daughters have dozens of the same series titles' mentioned in here on their bedroom shelf and under their beds; all they have left is to explain "seme" and "uke," and the yaoi fangirl's top secret lingo is completely not-secretive anymore. Our cover is blown! It's completely thrown out the window. . .it's in New Guinea!

*Shifty eyes*

*Grabs all of her yaoi manga in her arms and flees*

On the complete opposite end of the manlove stick, maybe BeBeautiful will license Haru wo Daiteita some day. . . Mua ha. . .ha ha ha. . . *Totally forgets the leering presence of the parental units as she crouches over her dirty smut with crazed, mad glee*

Hmm, room renovation has been pushed back to mid-October by Dad, for various convenience purposes, which is alright but still sad since I've already bought all of my IKEA pretty things and they're just piled up in the basement still in their packing boxes, all neglected, and all I can do is stare at them. *Pets her poor unopened and unassembled bookcase, whimpering* Fear not, this simply leaves me more time to track down my long-coveted lamp, like the one that my sister bought from Staples. They say they don't carry it anymore, but I'm going to hold an employee face down in the toilet and kick him over and over in the balls until he tracks me down one. "WHO'S YOUR MOMMA, BITCH?!" *FLUSH gurgle sputter KICK KICK "sonofa--!"* "THAT'S RIGHT, AND MOMMA WANTS HER PRETTY LAMP!"

My obsessive Photoshop project over the last week: even sadistic, smexy, uber villains have a bad case of bed head in the morning. Wow. Look, colored. Better then my previous attempts but definitely not stellar. . . The dodge and burn tools are jerks and I can't judge shadow placement worth a damn. T_T These days, though, it's hard to be a worth while fanartist if you can't CG. . . Narg.

With that out of the way now I can begin to tinker around with Amanda and Lance's blogs like I said I would, except that my server is also being an ass tonight and won't let me log into my control panel. I'll try again tomorrow. :P

I watched episode fifteen of Samurai Champloo tonight and laughed my ass off -- ha ha ha, poor Mugen, all he wants is sex. He's a sad, horny man.