Webshots Extravaganza!
I've just signed up for Webshots, a service online whereby you post your ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE for the world to see. Humor me and leave comments on it or guestbook shits or however the heck they have it set up over there.
Also, I hope to have written another entry here soon. I get into this habit of, oh I don't know, doing nothing but search for fallen cheetos around my desk, and I lose track of how much time has actually elapsed. In this case, we'll just say "only a month or so". I apologize. Cheetos aren't that good for me anyway. In fact, if I were riding on a plane in the Himalayas and it went down, leaving me as the sole, unlucky survivor with an Economy Can of Cheetos, I would die sometime during the night. Not for lack of food (well, yes, that) but because the cheetos are so dangerously cheesey that my insides would liquify into an orangey pudding mix, turning me into a human ebola balloon.
So, now that I have uploaded the images I hold so dear to myself and the black hole I call "my soul", you are free to browse your way through every irritating page of them. Only one requirement: you are to hold your nose with one hand and click with the other (we say "multitasking" in the industry) if you look through the Otakon 2004 pics. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I SEE DEAD PEOPLE
Also, I hope to have written another entry here soon. I get into this habit of, oh I don't know, doing nothing but search for fallen cheetos around my desk, and I lose track of how much time has actually elapsed. In this case, we'll just say "only a month or so". I apologize. Cheetos aren't that good for me anyway. In fact, if I were riding on a plane in the Himalayas and it went down, leaving me as the sole, unlucky survivor with an Economy Can of Cheetos, I would die sometime during the night. Not for lack of food (well, yes, that) but because the cheetos are so dangerously cheesey that my insides would liquify into an orangey pudding mix, turning me into a human ebola balloon.
So, now that I have uploaded the images I hold so dear to myself and the black hole I call "my soul", you are free to browse your way through every irritating page of them. Only one requirement: you are to hold your nose with one hand and click with the other (we say "multitasking" in the industry) if you look through the Otakon 2004 pics. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I SEE DEAD PEOPLE
posted by Nicky @ 5/01/2005 03:48:00 AM
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