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I don't blog anymore. I'm sure you noticed. I, who blogged my entire life from the ages of fifteen to twenty-two, no longer blog.

What I can I say?

I don't have time? That's not entirely true. I do have time.
I don't have anything to say? That's also not entirely true. There are lots of things going on and news articles to read. I could have something to say, I just don't have any interest in saying it. If you were to page back through all of those years on my blog, you'd find that I've said the same thing a lot of times and I'm tired of repeating myself. (By the by, i love the "scooters, vacation, fall" labels example.)

So why have I stopped blogging?

Mostly, it's that I just don't care. I like sleep and bad tv and I work and I cook and I've just lost interest. Call it age or call it a desire to develop some semblance for privacy in a world where privacy has gone the wayside, but I no longer endeavor to share my entire world with strangers. I appreciate the catharsis it once gave me but there you go.

Recently, however, I have taken an interest in food bloggers - namely their yum-tastic recipes strewn across the inter-web, so I dusted off the old blogger account to leave a comment here or there...and that's when I realized that, in my absence, I garnered a few comments in my absence.

What fun.

They weren't approved until recently because I didn't notice them, but they're up now and, I'll be honest, they make me a little happy.

Two things occurred to me when I noticed these festivities. 1. What happened to thick skin? I have one. My work, what I do, it's been attacked before. But that's why you do what you do for you, not for the rest of the world. You do it because you like it or because your proud of it or because you thought it was a great learning experience. It should never be said that I don't suck. It should, however, be said that I can own up to those things, lean them up and still look at them with pride enough to say "Hey, I pushed through it. I did it and I got better." because that's what life is and as long as you can say that you can say something. So Maya Marie Haley, should you ever Google yourself again and run across this post - you should know, aside from the fishnet lines (which were sorta squiggly, even you have to know that), that post wasn't to say that you suck at your craft. As I mentioned, I don't know anything about your craft. Whether this is consolation or not - it was to say that your taste in music and fashion as represented in that piece...questionable. And that, yes, I question the sense behind turning My Little Pony, one of the fondest memories of my childhood, into an equine version of a prostitot.

The second thing, and here's where the joy comes in, is that the first vivid image I received was an army of angry teenage girls and their middle aged moms - hair askew, glue guns in hand, glitter on their faces like war paint, rhinestones for projectiles - rushing toward their computers, fingers flying across the keys, to defend a fallen comrade. And that, was fucking funny.

Update: The Gallery

I don't know if I posted this but the lunchroom smells like Jenny Craig stir fry and my brain - it's the fuzzy. In any case, the gallery is well on it's way to being fully updated. I've re-uploaded everything but the icons and the resources - lets be honest, those are going to be a lengthy process so please be as patient as possible...not that I really care if you're impatient because nothing in my daily plan is going to change :P

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.

I know i should have fixed the gallery by now, and those of you clicking through to look at my icons are probably sick of getting a big fat nothing but that's not the point. The point is that I don't have time. Hopefully that will change soon (like maybe tonight) but, if not, you can at least count on the fact that sometime Saturday morning I will find the time. (Yes, I like italics today. My entire day has been about numbers and it's fun to use the letter buttons sometimes :P)

Crisis

Well, today I got the itch to update my g2 install and, as it seems to go this way everytime, i wasn't entirely surprised when I started getting error messages and nick informed me that I needed to delete and go for a fresh install.

Ladies and gents, that's what i'm doing.

All 1400 icons, all of the sets, the tutorials, the...everything...it all has to be re-uploaded, re-cagatorized and re...everything.

Fortunately, I'm working 9 and a half hour days...oh, wait, no - that's an unfortunately. Anyway, i'll get everything back up as quickly as I can. Tutorials first, then the small galleries, like vectors, etc...

Hold On To Your Chucks, Girls.

For those of you that can't take a bit of well directed sarcasm, a heavy dose of irony and a good solid whomping of reality, you're probably going to want to skip this because this - well, it's gonna be one of those "mean" posts that makes people feel "misunderstood." (Incidently, in my experience, when someone misunderstands something, even when it's you, the problem is that they understand you too well - perhaps better than you yourself do - and that is offensive to anyone.)

Do you remember My Little Pony, ladies? I remember My Little Pony. She was great. A peppy little message, a happy hair do, maybe a rhinestone or two and, way better than those stupid Breyer horses - My Little Pony actually stood up when you set her on a surface. Plus she came with those great plastic brushes that had little patterns on the back and a handle so tiny that only a child could properly manipulate it....

Well, it's all over folks. Check this out.

If the image didn't tip you already, this is going to be another one of those rants. I want you to notice a few things about this. First, i'd like you to note the time put forth on this project. I looked at this and the first thing I thought - well, after I finished swearing - was "Woah, when did they start selling MLP's with rocker hair?" That is, until I noticed this in her description of the item. "...rerooted hair..." Not being a toy-remanufacturing conneseuir myself, I can't really say that i'm certain I know what she meant by re-rooted but I'm assuming that she either ripped out all of MLP's old hair and dyed it, then stuck it back into her head or that she ripped out all of MLP's old hair, bought some new hair in her chosen color (or beheaded a Barbie Doll and terrorized her long blonde locks) and stuck it back into the horses head. Either way, this begs the question - doesn't she know emo went blonde? Red is out ladies and gents - the savior of the broken and the beaten and the fallen and the crying and the dying and the bastards said so. And you have to trust a man who wears Hot Topic.

Then, when I was done thinking that, I was drawn past the bejeweled sparkely skull and the poorly painted fishnet to something else about this image. As you'll notice, she's kindly signed it, so that no one try to steal the fruits of her labors and claim them as their own - wise move. The reason there are so many emo kids out there is that they lack the follow through to actually kill themselves. I suspect that branches over into their art as well. Maria Maya Haley - yes, Maria Maya Haley - wants you to know that she, in fact, made this piece. Couple of things here - first of all, are those circular letters filled with cutout stars? Is emo even allowed to have cutout stars? She is so dedicated to the emo/punk movement that she still hasn't changed her screenname from mayanbutterfly.

Now here's the thing. I don't know Maya. I don't hate Maya. I'm not even sure Maya annoys me. I glanced at Maya's gallery. I saw a lot of things - but I didn't glimpse any razor blades or cornstarch blood, and I commend her for that. Hell, maybe she made this pony for someone else and maybe she rolled her eyes the whole time she did it. Maybe she was going for something a little more Angelina Jolie in Hackers than she was something more everything-on-mtv-right-now. Hell, you have to either respect fear or pity someone who is willing to spend the time it must take to re-stuff a MLP head of hair.

Why did this end up on my graphics journal? Because as I was browsing her gallery for hope that this might not be a sign of chronic psychosis, I found this.

Beware the filter.

Bewaaarre the filter.

icons100 Update

I posted batch three tonight. God am i starting to loathe this project.

Guess What I'm Posting For.

Yes, that's right, more updates.

Cheeky Resources Image Gallery: I'm not sure how this happened but, somehow I managed to have this great big image gallery and no Matt Damon??!?!?! I don't know how it happened and I think I probably personally owe the list an appology for ignoring one of it's decade long residents. So, with that, there's now a Matt Damon Gallery with 17 pages of yummyness (and a few faggy turtleneck pictures). And, yes, Matt Damon can pop collar. I don't personally know anyone who can pop collar and not look like a moron, so I'm proud of him and personally impressed. That and, last night I also updated the Justin Timberlake gallery because I had high hopes that whatever Black Snake Moan - no matter how fucked up a movie it turned out to be - might produce some good production stills with fatigues followed by me dying. They didn't, but I did find some other high-res shots so there you have it.

Icons 100 Challenge: I posted batch two of my icons100 challenge with 10 new Guys and Dolls Icons. As usual, I'm not particularly impressed but there you have it.

Delayed Update: So there have been a lot of male additions to the gallery and, in the spirit of fairness, and the fact that she's pretty, Olivia Wilde (The O.C. and, now, The Black Donnelly's) had been added and has her very own home in Cheeky Graphics. [NOTE: if you're reading this immediately after it's latest timestamp, the gallery is probably empty. I still need to make the upload.]