Mood: Thinking about food

See, I was right. I totally knew it wouldn't post right the first time and good old fate never lets me down, so I spent another hour last night at four in the morning tinkering with code and running around with my ass on fire to fix everything so it looked right. STUPID FREAKING MENU. *Throws a can of beans at it*

And oh my god, this layout is so bright on my IBM monitor. I don't know what all of you on your lousy IBMs are seeing, but it's a much more toned down red on my Mac *pet pet* and isn't meant to burn out your corneas.

I've paid off my debts so now I have no money again. *Teardrop*

Chelle and I are on our own again until Saturday, and our house is experiencing a complete lack of edible solids. We don't even have any butter left. My stomach is making angry noises of rage at me and demanding I go grocery shopping but I can't due to aforementioned money-less-ness. *Growl gurgle gurgle*

Samurai Champloo episode six was insanely awesome in every possible way imaginable. The wooden clogs, the wicker baskets covering heads, the red-haired blue-eyed gay man from Holland -- I thought I was going to piss myself laughing. And Mugen rocks my world, he attacked someone with a pair of chopsticks. Anime does not get any better than this.

"PET THE LORD" is the glorious brainchild of my sister's friend, Brenda, and will henceforth be horribly abused by me like a bottle of pills by a drug addict. Ha ha, stole your post title and your thunder again, Chelle, muh ha ha ha! Brenda, you ROCK.

Mood: Computer nerdy~

And it's freaking GAARA. *^^*

Thought it was about time for a change; that, and I've also been itching to do some new design in Photoshop lately, but I'm lazy and don't particularly want to have to create a whole new site which we all know I won't have the attention span to monitor. Thus, the FANGIRL [ v2.0: little sandblaster ] was spawned. It was meant to be designed, coded, and uploaded all in one night, but I should know by now that timelines always explode up in my face and this one went especially to hell for a variety of reasons. First off, at first I had the entire layout designed, cut up, and built using a new set of Photoshop brushes which looked great on Photoshop but once it was converted to web quality ended up looking more like the computer monitor was covered with brown finger prints -- so, back to PS I went to tinker which added another day onto my schedule.

Then, when I had finally gotten the layout up to par and had chopped and diced it up once again, I couldn't get the freaking HTML code to work. Tables nested within tables nested in tables and BLAAAAAAAH. Things blew up, and I screamed and swore colorfully, and threw Jesus, and took lots of time outs to cool off and eat some chocolate. The god freaking right-side menu spurned me like slobbery, rabid dog, and after I got that working at long freaking last I realized I had to go back to Photoshop and fix a dozen other minor details. All in all, the last three days have not been friendly, blog-wise.

Argh.

It's sad, because I originally intended to do a series of three Naruto layouts, and then whip up some cool code that would load a different layout each time you reloaded the site, but being the whore Blogger is it doesn't allow that, so I had to trash the idea.

Double argh. Emphasis on the "argh."

I'm still going to do two more Naruto themed layouts though, I think, maybe in a couple months and trade this one in again. In any case, as you can see this layout is obviously themed: GAARA. Simply because Gaara is wonderful and an adorable little ball of crazy rage that you just want to glomp. *Cuddles her Gaara plushy*

Anyhoo, this is my first post in the new template, so I better get off my ass and make sure this posted right. My intuition is telling me it most likely didn't, which no doubt will cause me to frantically run around for the remainder of the night to get it fixed before people see it and ladle out a bowl full of mocking upon my ass. I'll post again later.

Mood: Rage has successfully subsided once more

So for the last three days MSN Messenger hasn't been letting me sign on -- when I tried to find some online forum help it turns out the same thing was happening to all Macintosh users on the same operating system as me. So tonight when my sister flying around all ragey-like and booting me off my computer for various reasons, I got to use her laptop and her MSN, talked to Brock and whined all about how Messenger on my computer was being a whore, and then on a whim I try it once I'm back on my own computer and all of a sudden it decides to go bipolar on my ass and finally lets me sign in, and all after I had already whined and groaned to everyone about it not working. God fuck, the gods of fate will do anything to make a liar out of me.

So I don't know what its big hairy tiff was with the Macintosh OS9.2.2., but it seems to have slept on the matter for a couple days and woke up in a nicer mood. As always, I blame the hellhounds of Microsoft.

Gotta say though, the chance I got to spend tonight dicking around on Chelle's laptop was cool. OSX is slick. Some of the programs, the new Safari browser, even the freaking dock -- I mean, at first I was all like, Dock? PFFT, useless stinking DOCK, where's my Apple menu, this SUCKS, but then I'm all like, *clicky clicky* ooh. . . *clicky clicky click* ahh. . . Damn you and your alluring scrolly icons and convienient-hide-and-retrieve application menu. And it comes with an image viewer -- not like JPEGView or some click and close hoser program, but like a manga viewer on IBMs that you can't find for Macs -- and you can view and toggle through a list of thumbnails on the side of ALL the images, and all you have to do is click the arrow to open the next image, and that's COOL. You just can't possibly understand if you haven't spent the last two years reading all your manga on a Macintosh. I can't wait until my Dad switches my computer to OSX in a couple weeks. . . *Heart bubble*

Just think, if Apple continues to bring over the things that are actually good about IBMs, some day the IBM will become obsolete, and Macintosh will become this awesome super computer and shall RULE THE WORLD! Muh ha. . . Muh HA. . . MUH HA HA HA HA HA HA!

I've been thinking about possibly making some new layouts and then doing something totally cool with them for my blog, but I'm not sure if I can do what I want to do with the Blogger set up. We shall have to see. And on that note, let me just comment that for such a freaking popular anime like Naruto, it has SHIT for fansites. You'd think they'd be exploading all over the place, but zilch. Nadda. Zippo. I got nothing, bubba. Now I actually have to do actual work and spend the time going through all twenty plus volumes of manga myself and finding my own pictures. Pfft.

Sure could use the OSX image viewer. . .

Oh yeah, Samurai Champloo is TRIPPED OUT!!!

For the next 35 days, refer here for European blogging updates: Jenny's World Tour '04

Hugs and love to all, I'm off to bed now.

Everyone's off at Timmies having no doubt emmense donut happy fun times. I work early tomorrow. . . so I am here. Alone. Without donuts. Or any sort of happy fun times of which to speak. *Teardrop* Think of me with every bite of joyful chocolate sprinkles or boston cream delight. But Chris promised me that we could both go to Timmies tomorrow, and then I shall show all of those snotty Tim Horten flackies with their ugly old-people visor hats, that I too CAN EAT DONUTS. *Cackles*

Anyway. *Cough* In other news.

Alright, so I've become an American Idol junkie. *Ducks vegetables* One quarter of the reason being for the singing; another quarter for simply not being able to say no to my reality-show-crazed mother's chibi eyes when she asks me to watch it with her every Tuesday and Wednesday night; but the prominant one half worth of shameless reason being strictly for the little ball of anger and verbal abuse that is Mr. Simon Cowell, who on some sort of crazy and nerdy level on my part, reminds me of a very sexy and not so snarly version of Snape from Harry Potter. What can I say, even if I some times don't agree with some of the things he says, I enjoy his bluntness and complete lack of tact to what is most likely an alarming level in the eyes of the average human. Did I mention that he's BRITISH and looks nice in tight, black manly shirts? Shirts of any color, in point of fact. He could probably make pink look charming, if I were very drunk and on high amounts of acid and the pink was actually in fact not pink but an attractive blue or even green, and in no way resembled any shade of pink of any kind. In any case, I have recently added to my long list of wish-type things, of someday dropping in the from the ceiling and glomping said Mr. Cowell, in which I'm sure he would promptly physically pry me off his leg spurning fabulously Englishly, insult me but good and leave me broken and in need of millions of dollars worth of extensive therapy. I'm such an abuse whore.

On Tuesday I went down to the travel agency and paid off my Europe tour and I am now proudly nearly $4000 dollars poorer, but on the bright side I bought my celebration cake of chocolate. Huzzuh!

And, HOLY SHIT, ROCK LEE IS BACK!!! *Flips out and kills people (in a good way)*

Jeeze, I've been trying so hard to get productive once more and resume work any of my projects that I've left on hiatus for so long. I attempted but failed miserably to motivate myself to work on my big scary Escaflowne project; the little energizer bunny of my soul has disappeared and just left his big, stupid, useless drum. Probably off having lots of crazy bunny sex and making more useless bunnies with more big, stupid, useless drums. Stupid bunny. . .

I engaged in a very long and to say the very least, interesting, joint MSN conversation between myself, Chris, my sister, and her boyfriend, Jon. I think we discussed all there was to possibly discuss about being raped by Jesus; ninjas and robots with eye lasers; Jesus poking people with his penis; plagues, bubonic and otherwise; and ultimately who would win in a fight pitting Jesus against various super heros. I don't know about you, but I definately came away enlightened. I feel closer to God. Well, his son at least (and his penis.)

Off to bed now, I have to be at work at 8:45 or some ungodly hour tomorrow.

Countdown to Europe! 47 days!

Yay! I finally got the new blog I designed for Coleen up and running! *So proud of herself* It turns out all the trouble I was having was from one simple bloody tag that was missing on both the main page and archive page, and that in turn made everything run chaotic and crazy and just generally wrong.

I really like the design though, personally. Not only the yaoi obviously, but I like the way it's set up and I particularly enjoy the links at the bottom. And the color. Green is pretty. ^^

*Does a little dance*

Now that I have that project out of the way, I am now off to relax and enjoy a good night of Buffy season five.

Oh yeah, while I was bored stupid today at work, I finally thought up some names for my two yaoi guys, simply because I thought they needed names since I've begun using them a lot in my drawings. The one on the left is Dallas, and the guy on the right is Elliot. They're my yaoi boys. *^^* I might write a short story with them, I'm not sure yet. Anyhoo, I go now.