Boink!

Behold the fruits of my labor! I uploaded my new icons to my geocities page (Ooooh, geocities, you know you're all jealous because I have a free crappy webpage and you... probably also do, but mine is... um... free... and... uh, crappy. Yeah.) for you all to see. Well, maybe not "all". I'm sorry for doing this, but I have to split you guys into two groups.First group: You belong here if you've never used any graphics program in your life. You will be impressed with my work so feel free to stroke my ego by sending many compliments my way!Second group: Um. Don't bother looking.These are the Hyde icons I mentioned, also with some Takanori (guess what my favorite TMR song is ^__^;) images, and the last image on the page clarifies my Yuuya = Goomba post made earlier in the day that no one understood (or read), save one person.

Gaussian blur, evil...

I finished two Hyde icons for this loser; I hope she likes them. *mwahahahah* >D I think I'll excommunicate her from my community since I get to go all dictator on her after she insulted one of my favorite characters. Granted, it was after I made a very humorous animated gif of one of her favorite characters, but I don't see her dominating any communities. XDDon't worry, the Hyde icons will more than make up for it! ^o^v

A very special announcement

Yuuya is a goomba! >D

Ellipsis

Sabashii, I could just write this in your comment box but that would deprive me of the satisfaction knowing that people are peeking in my life and validating my existence so I'll continue to write personal messages here for the entire world to see. Actually, I just have one thing to say which is that I got your letter ^o^ and I'll be writing a hand-written reply eventually, like after this stupid company sends me my confirmation e-mail which is just not happening as I constantly refresh the page waiting for the bold-faced "Inbox (1)" to appear. What I don't understand is how my personal e-mail address (which I haven't even told my friends about) gets flooded with more spam than my Yahoo account which I freely give out to major corporations probably thrilled to make an extra buck off my name. It's good to be wanted. So, anyway, to counteract this invasion of privacy (no, I still do not want to enlarge my penis naturally, thank you very much), I headed off to Nonags to undertake a strenuous journey of finding a decent e-mail notification program. These things used to be so easy. I'd pick out the first program I saw, install it, and it'd work fine until I got a new operating system. Now, I download at least ten different notifiers only to delete them after they fail to meet the most basic requirements. So now I'm stuck with EzPop, the first skinnable e-mail notifier. Whee. The panel where you can preview your messages needs to be done better; I'd rather have a list of headers and a separate view to see N lines of the message as opposed to cycling through each message one at a time. Other than that, it does its job decently; nothing to rave about, but I'm not uninstalling after five minutes like Pop Tray. So the moral of the story is: Death to Comcast.net. It takes forever to send off a message, forever to receive a message (I just a message that was sent to me on the 8th. Gee.), and someone took the username I wanted. It's all Comcast's fault.

Stupidity runs rampant

Have any of you ever downloaded one gig worth of movie files without realizing it? Even with a fast connection, I do not see how anyone not stranded in Bellevue can download a gig of data and not be aware of it. In other words, my brother exceeded our one gig byte cap without even knowing it. The sheer amount of idiocy required to do that renders me unable to continue ranting about it any further. I'm out for blood now.

o_O

The good thing about being sick is that you start hallucinating so after the walls finished opening up, I got a new idea for a livejournal layout. I started working on it yesterday, and after my borderline delirium fades away, I'll find out if it's actually feasible. Happy Birthday, Yuu!

Mwahahah

My virus is spreading, three of my livejournal friends have wrote how sick they're feeling. I'm contagious! I'm so proud. Stomach flu + motion-sickness induced by Halo = ritual suicide by disembowlment, um, guttingI woke up to see a PSX2 sitting on top of the Xbox so now all I have to do is get a Gamecube. Unless someone buys it for me first, which seems to be the case... Huh. How amusing is that.