I really, really, really have no idea why the hell I code, much less why I think I can actually make it in a Web Media course. I lack the patience to actually get an understanding of CSS, which means that I pretty much spend my time looking for specific solutions to specific problems without bothering to see how it fits into the larger scheme of ( Read more... )

None of these are new. However, they evidently bear motherfucking repeating.

If you design a website or middleware site, stop making the font be a different iteration of the same fucking colour as the background. I have seen one too fucking many light-grey-on-dark-grey/lavender-on-violet/light-blue-on-dark-grey sites today. Actual contrast is ( Read more... )

MOAR THOUGHTS ON YAOI ( Read more... )

In conversation with graeae, who listens to music more indie than anything I will ever see - she listens to, you know, that guy, the one with the head. Has arms - I had to explain why I was mortally offended that she pretty much thinks that TAI... and Panic(!) at the Disco are the same band ( Read more... )

If I was really using Goodreads properly (and frankly, it's one of the very, very few webthings that I enjoy) I would get a WiFi-enabled computer and go home and go through ALL of my books and put them up, then start looking at lists to find out what I've read that I haven't got copies of, and then I would start feeling successful ( Read more... )

I just bought a book older than my grandparents.

*snugs book*

Oh 1902 edition of Baedeker's Guide to London and Its Environs, how I love you.

I can't decide if I'm being genuinely critical or if I just hate everything and it's rubbing off, and combining with previous dislike. I think I'm going with the former, because the structure doesn't fucking work and makes me want to dust off my "This Is What A Story Of Any Length Is" essay that I back-burnered like, fucking ages ago, and then got ( Read more... )

The beauty of being at work at 11:30 pm is that I can actually unplug my headphones and play iTunes, and it fucking rules, because this version is, like, forever later than the version on my home comp (which is actually the very first generation of iTunes, yes, I have not bought a new computer since 2001) and the fade between tracks is awesome ( Read more... )

I am having a shittacular time of it lately, given that my iPod is missing, and I swear to god something has been motherfucking amputated from my soul. I hate Portland, which is the last place I saw the iPod, and I hate driving home at two in the morning, which is when I drove home, and I hate the cold, which made me wear gloves, so maybe I ( Read more... )

I am an editor, not a burglar. Using the provided gummy label for sealing your manila envelope is fine. Using the brad that no one ever has a use for (since they've previously sealed the envelope using glue) is borderline on my List Of Things That Make Me Hate You To Death, but acceptable, as no one ever knows what to do with it ( Read more... )