playing with my toy.

Perverts.

Then again, I am probably the biggest pervert I know. Perving is fun.

I love love love love love this. I have so many sexy plans for you. Here's some experimentation. Usually a lousy excuse for suckage. No photoshop edits. Except for the horrid unsharp mask on the metallic one. And the severe resizing. So I lied. But it was so that the screen didn't stretch out a million sizes too big for Mr. Monitor. Gahhhh. *wipes drool*

This is only the beginning. I can't wait til this semester and the plethora of projects are over. I'm shooting a film now. It's going to be awesomely terrible. An homage to Bill and Ted...by now i'm sure that you're in agony right now. Or a wild bout of laughter. I need to stop typing in fragments. Fraggle rock. Awesome. Awesome to the max. Futurama, you had me at hello.

Oh oh oh...by the way, I think I might take the radio down. Why? Because apparently my 1 whole gig of bandwidth is being used, leaving an ugly inline frame with pointless banner ads. My free host ain't that bad, but sheese capish. One gig? Damn. Especially for some cornball blog. Either I'll have to get rid of it entirely or only keep a few select songs while adding new ones each week. I think that sounds good, no? How many of you actually listen to the damn thing, I want to know.