Nothin' Special really.
Decided to pull my hand at making icons again since it's been quite the dick year since I've done so... and daaaaaamn have I lost a lot of skill (partially not my fault though). I lost a lot of my tools the last time I had to clean my compy so I had to dig around for those again... and of course some of them seem to have disappeared from the face of the internet. Then NEITHER computer seemed to wanna pull up the AVI's like I used to when cutting files so that lead to a whole OTHER search in trying to find another way to split the stuff up, possibly convert it somehow then rip from that... and in the end I ended up settling for some old school screen capturing anyway... so after all that BS I had to remember how to work m'damn animation shop, hehheheh.
and in the end... after oh... maybe an hour or 2 all together I piece together one little fricken icon that had been bugging me all night... BEGGING to be made... and yet it looks like shit cause stupid ass LJ'll let you have voice posts and other mostly useless bullshit out the ass but it'll be a cold day in hell before your fuggin' icons can be above a shit capped 40-fuggin'-kb meaning I had to compress the shit out of it. Phoo...
luckily, the icon seems perfectly suited for just such an emotion needed to capture this moment and also fulfills my need to get more gay coffee boys dancing around my journal *yey* I am amused~
Nothing much to report on the birthday front. I sat by myself drinking vanilla rum spiked coffee and watching Torchwood. A pleasant birthday if not an eventful one. The weekend holds the true power of 24-ness I suppose.
and in the end... after oh... maybe an hour or 2 all together I piece together one little fricken icon that had been bugging me all night... BEGGING to be made... and yet it looks like shit cause stupid ass LJ'll let you have voice posts and other mostly useless bullshit out the ass but it'll be a cold day in hell before your fuggin' icons can be above a shit capped 40-fuggin'-kb meaning I had to compress the shit out of it. Phoo...
luckily, the icon seems perfectly suited for just such an emotion needed to capture this moment and also fulfills my need to get more gay coffee boys dancing around my journal *yey* I am amused~
Nothing much to report on the birthday front. I sat by myself drinking vanilla rum spiked coffee and watching Torchwood. A pleasant birthday if not an eventful one. The weekend holds the true power of 24-ness I suppose.