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October 22, 2002
apocalypse now
Aww...thanks for all the tips and advice y'all. Casey is the man with the answer...aaah, right click on the damn brush to turn it into a pencil tool. That's what I needed to know. It's those little picky tips that make Photoshop such a bitch to handle. I'll work on your website once I'm done with the one that pays. Yes, Bubba, Shane and I were stalking Ben Weber as we were near the bullpen at the Angels/Orioles game this summer. He's got the woofy beard, but oddly enough, crosses his legs like a perfect gentleman when sitting. I think he has back problems. I go to JDub's site only to figure out how to integrate Justin Timberlake into any design, from government websites to insurance company portals. I go to Jocko's site for those cute little pixel icons. Is there a Jocko stalking club? Duh! His whole website is the stalking club.
Groovin' to my old skool rave CD from 1993, my favorite track from Messiah, "Temple of Dreams" features a sample of Richard Dawson in The Running Man firing up a crowd in the year 2025:
"Who loves you? And who do you love?"
"THE MESSIAH!"
"It's time to start...RUNNING!"
And let's not forget the esteemed Minnesota Governor Jesse Ventura as Captain Freedom in the film.
Yipee! Kiri fixed the uploading problems with this content management system...here's the promised requisite hottie and gourd pics:
Spraying, spurting on Fullmer
Transporter pic I: Jimbo vs. Glennalicious?
Transporter pic II: I'd like a transfer receipt, Sir.
Harvest for the world desktop image!
As I get better indexing and filing, and the temp job becomes even more boring, my mind begins to wander down its own path, dividing into three, and begins to argue with itself:
ID: GRRR! MUST QUENCH HONEYPOT! WOOF WOOF!
Ego: Yeah, and it shouldn't be hard, yer the most available gay bachelor in town! Everybody loves Jimbo!
Superego: Available, huh? Howabout easy. Honey, puh-LEEZ! You are so not ready for a relationship right now. Just get your mess together first, OK?
Shakey arms today...can't...type. Had a great on-the-ball workout doin' the "Glamour Day" regime: press, flyes, tricep push-downs on the ball, supersets for opposing muscles between sets w/o the ball. Super-hottie arm pump, vein runnin' from the top of my shoulder, down the length of bicep, down to the forearms. This temp job's gettin' me riled up after work, and it's paying off!
Sniper hysteria at an all time high today. Beltway and major arteries shut down (or sped up on adrenaline). I'm looking forward to the next year in the area to be REALLY BORING AND UNEVENTFUL. I almost miss the days when our biggest worry was Monica and Bill and Madonna vs. Janet. It was a completely different time back then.
I hear pounding feet in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the women crying and the,
And the children know that there,
That there's something wrong,
And it's hard to believe
That love will prevail
Oh it won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won't fall forever
- Jane Siberry, "It Can't Rain All The Time"
Posted by jimbo at October 22, 2002 9:09 PM
Comments
Darlin - I told you to e-mail me to talk about the details meaning I would totally pay you to design my site - just I didn't want to be so crass as to discuss money in a comment box. :)
Anywho - I leave in a week for vacation - so let's target late November if that fits in your schedule.
xxoo
Posted by: Rob at October 23, 2002 9:40 AM
OK, sounds good honey.
Posted by: jimbo at October 23, 2002 12:26 PM