Fucking September.

I can't believe it's September already. Year's almost over. Well, getting there, anyway.

The rock was made today. You can read about it here if you like.

I may or may not do Bumbershoot with Zig and Kat tomorrow. Depends on the cash flow, and if I feel like subjecting myself to the glacial-paced cattle herds I'm sure will be there, eating elephant ears and listening raptly to hippies playing djembes and digeridoos and stinking of pot and patchouli.

I hate crowds. A lot. Can't fuckin' stand 'em.

BTW, did anyone watch Axl make an ass out of himself the other night? Yikes.

to quote KARP, "it's scientifantastic!"

virtual owl throw-up dissection.

courtesy of beddove

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If'n I wanted to go about making a font of my own, how would I do it?

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Sometimes I get tempted to venture away from the security of my friends list. But when I do go poking around elsewhere in LiverJournal land, I invariably end up wanting to put a size 11 through the computer monitor.

I hate the internet.