Archive for January, 2010
This doesn't have anything to do with anything. I can't waste time finding pictures for you!
So you may have noticed that we changed things. A lot. Like. Completely. Why? Well, this is our 5th year in business. Does it count as a business if all I do is spend money? Well, regardless, Vange and I have a lot of shit planned for you and one of them is the redesign. Sooooo, I need you to tell me what you like, don’t like. I’m going to be updating this thread with info so no repeats. Just tell me what you think.
- I know the menu bar is fucked up – if you can help me unfuck it, let me know.
- We made the template ourselves
- We are going for an Art Deco type thing and are sticking with it, so it will be changing.
- The palm trees are not gonna stay – that was a practice.
- I don’t know if any of the plugins work.
- The Reply/Quote comment plugin does not work – it’s coming out.
- I’m doing a custom font for the headline.
- I don’t like the tags in the header of the article.
- It does not work right without the lips. Gotta do something about that.
- Art Deco was hot in the 20’s. As was H.P. Lovecraft. So go read this story. Go Cthulhu!
So – feel free to give your opinions. And show your boobs. Thanks!
This is how we made the block quote. I don’t have a lot else to say in here. How about I tell you that one time my friend was really hung over and he took a shit that smelled so bad he puked in the bathroom sink at the same time.
Forgot to test the photo gallery thing. Remember Harper’s Island? Well after the jump you can see all of the characters. Also being tested in this sequence…the jump.
Peruse these messed up family scrapbooks and you will look more kindly upon Uncle Ted, the drunk farting uncle none of the adults will let the toddlers be alone with.
I hope this is the cover of their wedding album.
Is that a Christmas bush?
WTF. Where do you even find butt flap jammies for a full grown man?
More after the jump!
Could have used Johnny Bench but screw that guy!
Salinger is God? The CAPITAL G GOD? Blasphemy! you say. What about Eric Clapton? I don’t know. If godishness is measured by cell phone commercials then the Clapton camp has some traction. Lots of people claim this person or that person is God. Then the pantheists will say that someone is A god, but that’s not as cool. And you may confuse me with those kinds of people. But you’d be wrong. I have proof, not just fan-boy drool. Consider this:
- He only wrote one book that people really gave a shit about.
- People REALLY give a shit about that one book.
- He then disappeared and left everyone by themselves to argue about what he meant.
Suck on that, Eric Clapton.
I decided to copycat Acadia’s idea because his was just waaay too easy. If you didn’t know, I totally won it. And I did it in three clicks of Google. So let’s see how he–or any of you–do with mine.
- This is also in the largest city of its state.
- The city has a population of over one million residents.
- It is not the Great Wall of China, either. Nor is it the Taj Mahal.
Go for it in the comments, people. Let’s see how good you are. And how fun will it be when Acadia makes up redonkulous answers? Because he will. I will answer yes or no questions in comments, just to be fair.
Well, who else can he turn to? Frankly, Charlie Sheen would be a better one to offer advice. He has fucked up in big ways so many times and it always slides right off his back. Tiger should have modeled his forgive me behavior on Charlie’s; I read the ratings on a 2 1/2 Men rerun held steady after he drunkenly tried to kill his wife. So there you have it. Charlie Sheen>OJ Simpson as Tiger’s savior.
