Andee from the internet.

I'm sorta dedicating this weekend to working on my personal web sites. This includes my LJ layouts, as I've had basically the same ones for the past few years and I'm tired of looking at them. Working on a new design, but in the meantime, as a spur, I've switched to one of the out of the box layouts LJ seems to keep having people develop instead of working on that damn journal search feature I've wanted them to put in for years. So, being me, I put it in the Cityscape NYC layout.

I hate it. The art is fine, and all but I want to jump onto the designers blog and flood her mailbox with ZOMG THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE IS SOUTH OF THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING! FIX IT! FIX IT NAU!

This shouldn't be surprising seeing as I'm the same person who bitches about the fact that the Empire State Building is on a corner, not at the end of a street every time the shot of it blowing up happens in Independance Day. Research, people! Tony Starks built this in a cave! WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS.

I mean seriously. They got it right for GTA4, the least you could have done was put the damn bridge on the left instead of the right. Grumble.

I think I'm going to take a walk in a bit. I feel a craving for Pepsi and little snacky cakes, and it seems as good of a reason as any to slip out of the house and enjoy the night for a while.

okay, this icon belonging to parke_matru made my morning.

Hmm. I don't think the subject adequately describes my feelings. ;)

Nah, seriously, I'm not so much bored as apathetic. There are many things I want to do - work on stories, web sites (I've taken on another web project, by the way, more on that later), my paper journal - but I just didn't have any motivation today. Perhaps tomorrow will be better.

I did get a couple of little things done - I finally sanded down the two doors in our apartment that were sticking horribly. One now closes and opens without pulling out the doorjamb, and the other, while not at the point where you can open or close it without the assistance of a well placed butt shove, now requires a much less severe one and virtually none of the cursing involved previously. I like Austin's power sander. Makes me want to take up furniture restoration . . . or something.

I also began reformatting my earlier LiveJournal entries so that they will fit into the last quarter of my actual journal. Took a little bit of doing as both the export methods suck rocks, and in order to keep most of the original look and feel of the entries, I wound up going to Calendar view and copying and pasting into word - somehow the kitty cat mood thingies just aren't as cute when they're not bouncing around. Will probably print them out, have them cut to size, then past them in, and then Andee's Journal Volume 5 will be done. Whoo!

Late late late last night (around 4 am) I discovered a British miniseries running on BBCAmerica that was intensely interesting - it was called Tipping the Velvet and was the life of this Victorian chick who discovers she's a lesbian, and her adventures in the 1900s equivelant of drag balls. It was funny and surprisingly explicit for being a TV miniseries (I wonder whether they had to cut it for American broadcast, besides the adult rating), and the lead chick, Rachael Stirling, is. Fucking. Gorgeous. She makes a cute boy too, and has this great husky voice which she soooooooo obviously got from her mother (Avengers fans will remember Diana Rigg). I'll have to remember to watch all three hours of it at some point, preferably in sequence. I also watched Independance Day for the first time in years tonight with sundart. It's still an eye-candy-licious romp of a movie, though upon this round of watching it I was vastly irritated by the whole "We're American, therefore our trucks are bigger than your penis rah rah" tone of the movie - I mean honestly, like the militaries of the rest of the world would really be sitting around with their thumbs up their asses while getting bombed by the aliens, just waiting around for the Americans to do something about it. Still, that's mostly easy to ignore, and I thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to drool over Jeff Goldblum. Yes, he's bug eyed and funny looking, but I have a total thing for tall skinny geeks with glasses.

I wish there were a more convenient convenience store around here. I'm hurting for some Pepsi right about now. *sigh*

Tomorrow be Memorial Day, and with that, much barbecue. Mmmmm, barbecue. . . hopefully the weather will hold out for it.