Hmph.
After the past few days, you'd think I'd be sick of staring at code until my eyes cross. As if I'm not blind enough already.
It's safe to say that I will hate Flexible Squares and its CSS - written precisely, I'm convinced, to be the biggest pain in the ass possible - for the rest of my natural-born life. This is what I get for trying to produce something "simple." Simple is an illusion, I tell you. Simple is not to be trusted. Nothing about this was simple. Why was that even my goal? I am a fangirl by nature. Fandom makes the world go round. But I couldn't go down the easy road, with Heroes or Battlestar Galactica or Supernatural. Oh, no. I wanted simple.
Apparently, simple means flowers. And pink. K was nice enough to inform me that it looked a bit like a funeral arrangement. How lovely.
Floral as it may be (and did I mention pink?), here's the new journal. Enjoy it while it lasts - the rant above just might be the prelude to a quick-change. As in, don't be surprised if tomorrow the Brothers Winchester have crushed the simple pink flowers beneath their boots.
Pimping lunatunes, because it ate my soul.
Ta-ta for now, kiddies.
It's safe to say that I will hate Flexible Squares and its CSS - written precisely, I'm convinced, to be the biggest pain in the ass possible - for the rest of my natural-born life. This is what I get for trying to produce something "simple." Simple is an illusion, I tell you. Simple is not to be trusted. Nothing about this was simple. Why was that even my goal? I am a fangirl by nature. Fandom makes the world go round. But I couldn't go down the easy road, with Heroes or Battlestar Galactica or Supernatural. Oh, no. I wanted simple.
Apparently, simple means flowers. And pink. K was nice enough to inform me that it looked a bit like a funeral arrangement. How lovely.
Floral as it may be (and did I mention pink?), here's the new journal. Enjoy it while it lasts - the rant above just might be the prelude to a quick-change. As in, don't be surprised if tomorrow the Brothers Winchester have crushed the simple pink flowers beneath their boots.
Pimping lunatunes, because it ate my soul.
Ta-ta for now, kiddies.