Oh my goodness, it's all so unfair!
I thought Lady Rage would be up and running and have its sexy new header and all the new exciting features installed by now, but technology and my own personal drama has failed me.
The computer which I normally use(d) decided that it would permit me access to the photos and designs I saved onto it, but only for long enough to dick about with colours and not long enough to actually save any progress, before blue screening. (The humming sound it makes when it's angry at me for waking it up to do its job is similar to Marge Simpson's hurrumph of disapproval, if that gives you any idea how alarming a noise I am forced to hear when trying to bring new creativity to you guys.)
It's like running outside with socks on; so close to being right and fun, but not quite. Also, splinters.
I decided when I redesigned this blog that I would be more hands on creative and break out the sketch pen and paintbrush to make original illustrations for each post and so the christening of Lady Rage was postponed until I could access a way to move a real life image into a digital image, into an online published image. Didn't happen.
But! Don't panic!
(I know you're not actually panicking, my therapist would call this a classic example of self reflection. Oh yeah, I have a therapist now. So, if you didn't think things were going to get interesting before, stick around, I might just go Charlie Sheen cocoa bananas crazy in front of you guys. Wouldn't that just be art?)
It's actually my birthday tomorrow and the months of waiting for a laptop that allows me to use Blogger without reloading the page every three minutes are finally coming to their orgasm. I mean, conclusion. Germanotti was kind enough to lend me his mini laptop book thing, but it detests Blogger and prevents me from getting anything done. So, no doing.
So, as a bit of a filler until I get the header and other pretty things up to provide you with eye pornography, here is an example of the kinds of illustrations I plan to post in my blog entries.
The story behind the drawing is basically months worth of unrequited attraction and being around couples who do that annoying "you hang up, no you hang up, no you hang up first" romantic bullshit which I never really thought existed outside of sitcoms until I saw someone I knew engage in it. Also, I may have participated in this back and forth ironically with Bean, before I realised I just wanted to climb into bed, pull the covers over my head and wait until we get nuked into another dimension by either terrorists or an ignorant government. (but surely neither exist here? LOL)
So for now, on the eve of my birthday, with narry an embarrassing anecdote or a lesbian joke in sight, just shut up and love me.
And please stop emailing my verbal abuse account. It's lady.rage@hotmail.co.uk
Oh, and please tell your boyfriend to stop asking if I'll join in.
It's not the freaking hokey cokey, and I wouldn't join in even if it was.
I thought Lady Rage would be up and running and have its sexy new header and all the new exciting features installed by now, but technology and my own personal drama has failed me.
The computer which I normally use(d) decided that it would permit me access to the photos and designs I saved onto it, but only for long enough to dick about with colours and not long enough to actually save any progress, before blue screening. (The humming sound it makes when it's angry at me for waking it up to do its job is similar to Marge Simpson's hurrumph of disapproval, if that gives you any idea how alarming a noise I am forced to hear when trying to bring new creativity to you guys.)
It's like running outside with socks on; so close to being right and fun, but not quite. Also, splinters.
I decided when I redesigned this blog that I would be more hands on creative and break out the sketch pen and paintbrush to make original illustrations for each post and so the christening of Lady Rage was postponed until I could access a way to move a real life image into a digital image, into an online published image. Didn't happen.
But! Don't panic!
(I know you're not actually panicking, my therapist would call this a classic example of self reflection. Oh yeah, I have a therapist now. So, if you didn't think things were going to get interesting before, stick around, I might just go Charlie Sheen cocoa bananas crazy in front of you guys. Wouldn't that just be art?)
It's actually my birthday tomorrow and the months of waiting for a laptop that allows me to use Blogger without reloading the page every three minutes are finally coming to their orgasm. I mean, conclusion. Germanotti was kind enough to lend me his mini laptop book thing, but it detests Blogger and prevents me from getting anything done. So, no doing.
So, as a bit of a filler until I get the header and other pretty things up to provide you with eye pornography, here is an example of the kinds of illustrations I plan to post in my blog entries.
The story behind the drawing is basically months worth of unrequited attraction and being around couples who do that annoying "you hang up, no you hang up, no you hang up first" romantic bullshit which I never really thought existed outside of sitcoms until I saw someone I knew engage in it. Also, I may have participated in this back and forth ironically with Bean, before I realised I just wanted to climb into bed, pull the covers over my head and wait until we get nuked into another dimension by either terrorists or an ignorant government. (but surely neither exist here? LOL)
So for now, on the eve of my birthday, with narry an embarrassing anecdote or a lesbian joke in sight, just shut up and love me.
And please stop emailing my verbal abuse account. It's lady.rage@hotmail.co.uk
Oh, and please tell your boyfriend to stop asking if I'll join in.
It's not the freaking hokey cokey, and I wouldn't join in even if it was.
What has Charlie Sheen got to do with cocoa bananas? Cocoa and bananas are good things - Charlie Sheen is a batshit insane cokehead.
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