blog: No, there really is an app for that.
No photo today, but I did spend the entire (and I do mean the entire) day working on art. So, in the place of Photo 38 of 365, I submit the new logo for Frenemy Cosplay, designed by yours truly:
Yes, that's blood, because we're hardcore like that. I think our unofficial motto is actually, "If you didn't bleed on it, you don't deserve to wear it." There's a new post up, btw, written by the lovely
sabinetzin. Oh, and there's an LJ feed:
frenemycosplay.
The interwebs are heavy on the Bowie news this week, because now there's a "Golden Years" remix app for the iPhone. On the one hand, this is awesome, because anything that increases the world's supply of Bowie is awesome. On the other hand, the only people I know who have iPhones wouldn't care. On the other other hand, I now really want someone (not me) to bring up Bowie in conversation, just so I can say, "There's an app for that!"
So for my weird-ass creative writing class, the teacher gave us each a CD of random songs and told us to listen to it at least 10 times and write a paper. Y'all, it's a great CD with some amazing music, but I am so freaking sick of these 19 songs. I just finished my 10th listen, and now I wanna go listen to Quadrophenia or something to cleanse my aural palate.
(Why don't I have a Bowie icon? This is a problem.)
Yes, that's blood, because we're hardcore like that. I think our unofficial motto is actually, "If you didn't bleed on it, you don't deserve to wear it." There's a new post up, btw, written by the lovely
sabinetzin. Oh, and there's an LJ feed:
frenemycosplay.
The interwebs are heavy on the Bowie news this week, because now there's a "Golden Years" remix app for the iPhone. On the one hand, this is awesome, because anything that increases the world's supply of Bowie is awesome. On the other hand, the only people I know who have iPhones wouldn't care. On the other other hand, I now really want someone (not me) to bring up Bowie in conversation, just so I can say, "There's an app for that!"
So for my weird-ass creative writing class, the teacher gave us each a CD of random songs and told us to listen to it at least 10 times and write a paper. Y'all, it's a great CD with some amazing music, but I am so freaking sick of these 19 songs. I just finished my 10th listen, and now I wanna go listen to Quadrophenia or something to cleanse my aural palate.
(Why don't I have a Bowie icon? This is a problem.)