Also, a few weeks ago i made an emergency preparedness plan.
Friday, May 20, 2011
To Better See the Horror
Also, a few weeks ago i made an emergency preparedness plan.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Redesign
I dislike that making something look cool has to mean that it sould be grey, shiny and covered in penises. Alright the penises are figurative but the sentiment stands: just because I'm a girl and appreciate asthetic doesn't mean I want my page to look like a scrapbook.
Sooo...combine templates with my limited knowledge of html (obtained at minority science camp in '95!) and it's difficult to avoid a generic mush of webpage. Go take a look. Did I do ok? Are the waves too much? Are you saying to yourself "Yes Gaby we all understand you're half Japanese no need to remind us"? What do you think of my header? I made it using Paint. What do you think of my header now? Comment!
http://youroxenhavedrowned.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
A Foggy Weekday Morn
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Postcrossing
Did you know?
- My boyfriend’s a jerk because he won’t let us have kitties (he isn’t really)
- I’m a fan of Mumford & Sons though not particularly sociable
- I disdain postcard makers that don’t realize that room to write on a postcard is at a premium
- I have a deep and unwavering affection for a boy named Pavel in Belarus
Well now you do, and so does some person in Taiwan.
My friend Maggie recently sent me a link to Postcrossing. It’s for those of us who always wanted a pen pal from some faraway place but failed miserably at corresponding on a semi-regular basis. (Sorry little blonde girl in Ireland whose picture I think I still have; I’m sure you were a really nice 10-year-old 20 years ago, but I barely manage to return books to the library, so there was really no hope for our epistolary friendship). With Postcrossing, there's no need for all that pesky follow-up. If you can manage to muster up a paragraph or even a couple of sentences, slap it on the back of a postcard and (here’s the crucial step that I am close to mastering) mail it to a registered Postcrossing user, then in a few weeks' time you’ll get a postcard back from another random person on the other side of the world.
If the postcards I have received are any indication, most people must expect to receive pretty postcards and aren’t particularly interested in the message on the other side. But honestly, I don’t understand why you would pass up the opportunity to confuse, amuse, love, or possibly irritate a total stranger who is patiently awaiting a card and an introduction from somebody half a world away.
Hopefully, right now there is a boy named Pavel* in Belarus who realizes that he is loved... or at least not too terribly annoyed by my distracted musings.
*Why yes, I am proud that I managed not to ask Pavel to call me and leave a message of him saying “Nuclear Wessels”.