In the truest tradition of dressing twins in matching clothes (no, really, I actually can't stand that), I have now dressed this blog and my tumblr blog in exactly the same outfit! Mostly because I was bored (again) with how this blog looked, so when I saw how nice the background looked on tumblr I decided to use it here as well. Personally, I think it looks really nice for something so randomly cobbled together! I spent only half an hour on the thing, as opposed to my original estimate of 3+ hours. See, getting distracted and carried away with nonsense sometimes ends up with fun results!
Doesn't it look just like soft, colourful snow dancing as it falls? ♥
http://visualbrackets.tumblr.com/ <-- click or die, hoar!
No, seriously. Click it.
Oh, and by the way - I think I've just been given a tangible target, one I can actually aspire to achieve. :)
"Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove." -Terry Pratchett
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Saturday, February 26, 2011
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Itchy fingers
Well, well...another colour change. I wonder why I can't just leave my blog alone.
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...anyhoo, I have a few rather strange things to mull over.
Numero uno:
Creating a wordless sequence of images depicting a barely-there storyline (because my scriptwriters have weekends too) isn't as easy as I'd hoped. Mario Oswald Puddington needs work. Lots of work.
Numero dos:
I never knew you could continue your dreams where they leave off. I mean, one week later and poof! - I'm back on that same night, and the events pick up right where I'd stopped the week before. How odd.
Numero tres:
Apparently it's possible to never call a friend (with whom you interact daily) by name. Who knew?? Oh, sure I refer to G-R-A-C-E by name when speaking to others. But she says I never call her that to her face. Really? I never noticed. Sorry, G.
(Oh, wait. I see. I think I get it. Whoops.)
Numero...uh, whatever it is...:
I'm not sure if anyone has realised that the word "random" is way, way too overused. I mean, sure, it's a great word that just radiates randomness, but surely there are synonyms? I've checked through my blog and I'm disgusted by the number of "random"s in here, so I'm gonna try my hardest not to use that word any more than is appropriate. Ha.
Numero I-have-no-idea-what-'five'-is:
I want to watch The Other Boleyn Girl, and I want to go see Mamma Mia!, so who's with me? :D
Numero same-goes-for-'six':
I am quite creamed for the upcoming exams. Hmm. Oh, whatever. Has anyone heard that wonderful song, I Can Walk On Water, I Can Fly? It's great. <(^^,)>
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Jonas Erik Altberg! Ha, what a dorky name. No wonder he got himself a pseudonym. X)
eehuu.
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...anyhoo, I have a few rather strange things to mull over.
Numero uno:
Creating a wordless sequence of images depicting a barely-there storyline (because my scriptwriters have weekends too) isn't as easy as I'd hoped. Mario Oswald Puddington needs work. Lots of work.
Numero dos:
I never knew you could continue your dreams where they leave off. I mean, one week later and poof! - I'm back on that same night, and the events pick up right where I'd stopped the week before. How odd.
Numero tres:
Apparently it's possible to never call a friend (with whom you interact daily) by name. Who knew?? Oh, sure I refer to G-R-A-C-E by name when speaking to others. But she says I never call her that to her face. Really? I never noticed. Sorry, G.
(Oh, wait. I see. I think I get it. Whoops.)
Numero...uh, whatever it is...:
I'm not sure if anyone has realised that the word "random" is way, way too overused. I mean, sure, it's a great word that just radiates randomness, but surely there are synonyms? I've checked through my blog and I'm disgusted by the number of "random"s in here, so I'm gonna try my hardest not to use that word any more than is appropriate. Ha.
Numero I-have-no-idea-what-'five'-is:
I want to watch The Other Boleyn Girl, and I want to go see Mamma Mia!, so who's with me? :D
Numero same-goes-for-'six':
I am quite creamed for the upcoming exams. Hmm. Oh, whatever. Has anyone heard that wonderful song, I Can Walk On Water, I Can Fly? It's great. <(^^,)>
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.
.
Jonas Erik Altberg! Ha, what a dorky name. No wonder he got himself a pseudonym. X)
eehuu.
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