I missed my morning class yesterday due to the Army being a giant wad of putzes. Is that even the correct way to pluralize that word? No matter. After dealing with my disappointment (snort) I then turned my boredom to more creative paths and spent the day playing with Photo Shop. Which, I'm sad to say, still mocks me.
My end results are the Fallen Angel icon (seen here) and a lovely panicky Gilderoy icon that can be found in my pile O' icons. I would have liked the pic in Fallen Angel to be a bit clearer, but any closer and I would have lost a lot of the wingspan I really wanted. As for Gilderoy, I had to crop most of the center of the pic (Since it had the length of the catwalk between Snape and Gildy between them and I needed them to be closer. But not in a slashy sort of way, because after spending the last few months writing for Gildy on
bw_afterglow, I don't believe anything short of a compulsion spell would get Gilderoy anywhere near Severus' oral hygiene. Not that I don't love me some Severus. I'm just saying.) and clone bits and pieces to cover up the super obvious merge line. Also, I just like using the F word in such a pretty, girly font and a lovely shade of gray and cream.
Oh, and Jason? Someone commented on the OMGWTFBBQ? icon that you figure so prominently in. Even wearing a fuchsia bra on your head, you are still thought of as "cute". You might want to consider it as a conversation starter. "Excuse me, sir, but what are you wearing upon your head?" "Why, a fuchsia bra and a yellow Christmas bow. Why do you ask?" "I think it's simply adorable and not the least bit scary or psychotic. Would you like to have dinner?" Or something similar, I'm sure.
Hmmm... so, no writing as of yet. But I made icons, that should count for something, yes? No, huh. Damn.
*Note to Self* Mixing the following two is a very bad idea and should never ever be repeated. Do not wake up at Asscrack O'Dawn Early (Okay, seven) and then forget to eat anything until after 8:30 at night. Do not then remember to take your medication for the first time in four days. Because it takes just under forty minutes for Holy Hell to begin somewhere along the digestive track.
Needless to say, I was in no fit state to go to my morning meeting and am barely able to prop myself up in front of the computer without falling over of the dead. But you can be for damn sure that I remembered to eat something within two hours of waking up this morning, boy howdy.
That seems to be everything of interest at the moment. Other than completely weird, yuckyness induced dreams involving people I know, dirt roads, people I know via LJ (who appear as people with completely blank faces and little floating signs above their heads with their LJ ID displayed), several car crashes where in I almost got hit by a flying car!, kissing, a grope or two, spinach (blech), the woods, no sign of DH, dead cell phone batteries, and a dog.
I don't understand it, either.
My end results are the Fallen Angel icon (seen here) and a lovely panicky Gilderoy icon that can be found in my pile O' icons. I would have liked the pic in Fallen Angel to be a bit clearer, but any closer and I would have lost a lot of the wingspan I really wanted. As for Gilderoy, I had to crop most of the center of the pic (Since it had the length of the catwalk between Snape and Gildy between them and I needed them to be closer. But not in a slashy sort of way, because after spending the last few months writing for Gildy on
Oh, and Jason? Someone commented on the OMGWTFBBQ? icon that you figure so prominently in. Even wearing a fuchsia bra on your head, you are still thought of as "cute". You might want to consider it as a conversation starter. "Excuse me, sir, but what are you wearing upon your head?" "Why, a fuchsia bra and a yellow Christmas bow. Why do you ask?" "I think it's simply adorable and not the least bit scary or psychotic. Would you like to have dinner?" Or something similar, I'm sure.
Hmmm... so, no writing as of yet. But I made icons, that should count for something, yes? No, huh. Damn.
*Note to Self* Mixing the following two is a very bad idea and should never ever be repeated. Do not wake up at Asscrack O'Dawn Early (Okay, seven) and then forget to eat anything until after 8:30 at night. Do not then remember to take your medication for the first time in four days. Because it takes just under forty minutes for Holy Hell to begin somewhere along the digestive track.
Needless to say, I was in no fit state to go to my morning meeting and am barely able to prop myself up in front of the computer without falling over of the dead. But you can be for damn sure that I remembered to eat something within two hours of waking up this morning, boy howdy.
That seems to be everything of interest at the moment. Other than completely weird, yuckyness induced dreams involving people I know, dirt roads, people I know via LJ (who appear as people with completely blank faces and little floating signs above their heads with their LJ ID displayed), several car crashes where in I almost got hit by a flying car!, kissing, a grope or two, spinach (blech), the woods, no sign of DH, dead cell phone batteries, and a dog.
I don't understand it, either.
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OMG! It's almost the middle of January! Oops. I don't think I've read faithfully for about three weeks. At least it will be FUN catching up! :-)