faux-journal.

I don't know if anyone still reads this thing, but I've been on Tumblr for months now, and my portfolio is here.

Also, I still read my LJ friends list at least twice a day.

Kisses.

So long, LiveJournal!

I finally decided to head for Tumblr for good, and my friend Brian was nice enough to give me some space on his site.

It's a quick layout, designed to throw online in-between jobs (of which I am currently not lacking for-- so, yes, I'm still quite busy, and if you have a job with me, I've not forgotten, hah).

Anyway, I linked a couple of you on the (etc.) page, but some of you who often post locked posts (Angie, Shayne, Laura, etc...), I didn't want to step on any toes. But I'd love to link you, so just leave me a comment letting me know whether or not I should.
(Same goes to anyone else who's reading... I'd love to link you, just let me know.)

I installed a comment system (you can post them "unverified" so you don't have to log in to leave them). Click around to leave them... the comments link is different for each kind of post... you'll see.

LJ, it's been real.
Friends-list, I still love you. <3

(PS, there IS an RSS feed, but you'll have to go to the top of my site to get it. :P )

LJ and I have some good times, but I'm thinking... a change of scene would do me some good.

I want to blog more, and a new site would probably do that for me. What I'm wondering is, would you guys still read?

Tumblr does have a nice RSS function, which would bring my updates directly to you. And, also, I would still check my friends list obsessively.

Just a question.
Post responses.

I do not even want to get into the morning I've had, so let's focus on something positive:

Glorious, glorious pHome.us.

Basically, it's a really clean & simple homepage... you can post and sort all your daily links, AND you can add on some presets, which let you upload to Imageshack, search Google Images and Wikipedia, get directions to places... lots of handy stuff.
All on one page, which you can set as your new homepage.

That's what mine looks like (custom background, but one of their provided layouts-- which you can pretty much edit all you want, with HTML), so click the above picture to test-drive mine, if you want. (The grayed-out link in the picture won't be visible to you guys, because I didn't make that one public... just another handy feature of pHome.)
Be sure to click the "show presets" bar at the very bottom, to take a look at that option as well.

Oh. And you can set your links to notify you when a site has updated.

Oh. And I'm also completely obsessed with this.

Thanks to BK (and Peter, for whom I do not have a link) for introducing me. BK says, "I’ve come to depend on it in the same way that some depend on heroin."

Assuming he means pHome, and not sex with prostitutes (he does live in L.A.), I am inclined to agree. I don't really like recommending sites, but I really, really like this one... I hope you try it out and like it too.

I can go back to being cynical tomorrow. In the meantime, this video made me feel all warm and squishy inside.

Alright, so... every other day isn't so bad, is it?

I seriously have nothing to say today... I'll be back when something interesting happens.

And to think, I almost forgot to make an entry today... Apparently, starting or breaking any habit takes about two weeks. Here's hoping.

And from the illustrious archive of Livejournal writing tips, I pulled today's gem: "If you could travel in time, which era would you visit and why?"

...

Right... so, anyway, I watched this Spanish movie last night called [REC] (as in, what you'd see on a camera if you hit "record"). It was a zombie movie, and it was fantastic. The filming is extremely claustrophobic (so much so, that I had to go outside for awhile once the movie was finished), the makeup is superb, and the feral zombie noises made my skin crawl. (I think they used bird chirps... BIRD CHIRPS! That's messed up, yo.)

I'm trying not to give anything away, but I will tell you that there is a part near the end that made the 28-year-old man next to me scream like a little bitch.
Drew: 0
Spanish zombies: 1

All in all, one of the best zombie movies I've ever seen. Go out and download this before Hollywood fucks it up (under the name Quarantine, starring the terrible overactress Jennifer Carpenter, and a cast of zombie extras who look like they raided a geisha's makeup stand).

PS, If I were to travel to any time period, I'd travel to one where there are no zombies.
Total times I said the word "zombie" in this entry: six seven

-"Rocketman," by Elton John
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone

- "Hard to Handle," by the Black Crowes
Boys come along a dime by the dozen
That aint nothing but ten cent lovin
Hey little thing let me light your candle
cause mama Im sure hard to handle, now,
Gets around

- "Blinded By the Light," by Manfred Mann's Earth Band
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

- "Jet Airliner," by Steve Miller Band
Big ol' jet airliner

Indeed, today has been a productive day.

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In other news, I am going to make it a point to post an entry every day, for the next 2 weeks (in hopes of actually making LJ a habit). Good thing Livejournal provides me with excellent entry-starters such as: "Tell about a time something made you mad."

You guys are in for the best 2 weeks of your lives.

Ohh, Spinner.
When will you ever learn that marijuana is a one-way ticket to a burning hell?

Silly boy.
Weed is the #1 killer of high school students.

...Hahaha, good one, Degrassi writers.

I received bongos last night.

Dan: That's not, like... innuendo for something? LIke, you got actual bongos?
me: (*says something while sputtering excitedly)
Dan: Oh. Well. ...Great.

Which is basically the response I got from everyone else.
And you know what?

LOOK HOW MUCH FUN ANNETTE FUNICELLO HAS WITH BONGOS.

FUCK YOU GUYS.

Me + Annette Funicello = love forever.

A little late is better than missing it altogether... right? FIFTH YEAR IN A ROW, same survey. That's wild.
( surveylove )

42. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
"I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet,
a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race."

Sinatraaaaa.

If anyone's interested in some "classic" entries from my blogs past, I pulled a few favorites from my old blogs and posted them here on my LJ.

Just find my "memories" list by clicking the heart icon in the left column, or just surf back to the entries dated 2002 - 2004.

Good times.

Finally, some artwork.
You've definitely seen this kind of stuff from me before, but 1) I didn't bring all my sketchbooks home with me for the holidays and 2) I got fed up with my parents' sad little scanner about three pages into my annual burst of enthusiasm.

Let the great disappointment begin!

( What? )

Actually, I've got stacks and stacks of real artwork that I've been doing, other than the usual sketches. Unfortunately (or not), I'm too lazy to be bothered to drive it all down here to my parents' house, where the scanner is.

New Year's Resolution: buy a scanner.

I'm in a really horrible mood, and I'd like to throw dishes but 1) I can't afford to replace anything I break and 2) all my dishes are plastic anyway.

I seem to have made a grave miscalculation in the purchase of these plates; I did not account for maximum breakability in case of severe anger management issues.

In other news, I've decided to see if I can go a whole month without eating meat (barring Thanksgiving, because I'm not against eating meat, and I'd have to starve at my family gathering if this was the case).

This was also a grave miscalculation, seeing as I'm real fucking hungry now.

I don't like to curse in Livejournal entries, I'm just that irritated with life.

I need to go to bed.
Or, like, to a bar. Or something.

Jesus H.

edit: So I'm scrolling down my LJ page a bit, and I realized a curse a lot more than I realized. I always thought I was conscious of that... but I guess not.
Um.
Sorry, family.

In a rather untimely fashion, my 2-and-a-half-year-old Powerbook G4 finally bit the dust. That is what happens when the port where you put the power adapter... just disconnects. Don't ask me how this happens. I still have no idea. But I do know this: it's terribly fucking expensive to replace, so be aware of what you do with your power adapter.

So.
I had to buy a new computer, and I ended up getting a MacBook Pro. Because, apparently, I can't earn any money without working (imagine!), do any of my homework, or function in my daily life without a computer. Thank you, Age of Technology.

I won't even begin to talk about the horrors of getting things off my dead computer's hard drive.

Instead, I will be really, really excited that I got my laptop the day that Leopard came out-- it is amazing and slick. I enjoy it immensely.

And now I must work to replenish all the money I've had to spend in the past couple of days. If you know anyone who needs a site or a logo or any artwork at all designed, let me know.

Thanks.

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In other news.

I told Charter Communications to basically go and fuck themselves. They took three weeks to get out and repair my dead connection, and the day they showed up was day 3 of not having a laptop anyway. The guy came by to repair my internets, but first told me he had to collect on the bill.

A bill, I might add, that charged for three weeks of non-service. So I told him he could leave, that I wasn't paying the bill, and then I threatened legal action and pillaging of his wife and children. (That last part isn't exactly true.)

"Well, it's a $50 fee to reconnect after I disconnect your service today."

"Awesome. See you later," I said. And I shut the door in his face.

And the only reason I don't feel any guilt about this is because I jailbroke my iPhone, and now I am the KING OF THE INTERNET.

Charter Comm, Apple, and ATT's Edge Network can all bow down and bask in my glory. (After Charter Comm fucks itself. Seriously. I hate you.)