Seriously. Best Flash intro ever.
(Props to Zeldman for the find.)
You won’t need directions.
September 18th, 2003 — Web/Tech
Seriously. Best Flash intro ever.
(Props to Zeldman for the find.)
September 18th, 2003 — Virgin Territory
See, I told you the VCB is a problem solver.
Me: I can’t believe you left those condoms at home.
VCB: …
Me: Well, I’ve got Saran Wrap.
VCB: And…a butthole.
September 18th, 2003 — Music
The VCB (which, for those of you half-heartedly playing along at home, is my relatively new, excrutiatingly cute boyfriend who rocks in more ways than I know how to say) is good with his hands. He is a problem and puzzle solver. He loves grammar and likes to point out split infinitives and dangling participles and run-ons. He is a dissector of all he encounters. Not only does he want to know how things work, sometimes he just does. He can look at just about anything and make some sense of its elements. (As much as we are alike, the VCB and I differ exponentially in this arena. Simple, silly objects like yo-yos and lighters and staplers remain a mystery to me. I need not know how they work, just that they do.)
So, it was no surprise to me that he was able to fix the problem I’ve had with my CD burner for over TWO YEARS, which was that I couldn’t burn CDs. Which, ya know…fairly big problem.
But not now. No sir, not anymore. I know I said it before, that I had it all fixed, but I lied! Not really, I just jumped the gun, but this time, I swear it, I mean what I say. I can finally burn CDs! Hooray for everything!
I got all excited and already promised, no shit, 23 people mixes, which I totally can’t afford. But I can’t stand to leave you all out, so I figure I can make at least seven more. It’s not like I’m mailing all 23, so it’s not so bad, but really. Seriously. I need to calm the fuck down.
So, here’s the deal, yo. If you think you want a CD, this is all you gotta do. Below, in the comments, tell me why you should be one of the seven people to recieve My First Mix CD. The best seven answers/reasons/compliments/promises/threats will get a headful of Hall and Oates.
And 23 other kick-butt ditties to rock your titties.
You have until 5 p.m. CST on Monday. No late entries. Because, I can’t go for that. No can do.