Archive for January, 2008

still alive

Sunday, January 27th, 2008

yeah, so i’m back, sort of. the hd’s okay but it’ll still take some time to organize everything and to break in my new set-up. so that means things might be quiet for a little while and stuff since i’ve got years of old files to sort through and re-sort and to back-up and blah.

but other than that, things are peachy keen.

:3

Eep

Sunday, January 20th, 2008

We had a bit of a server outage for a bit today. I got a bit worried when Tabby said she had to replace her motherboard the other day, but she said she got it fixed up… What worries me is that Tabby’s computer has all the back-up data, so if something were to happen to it all of our files would be lost! So I’m going to start doing some things to help in case the worst happens… I also plan on putting up a bigger gallery in the future. We’ve collected a lot of artwork from a lot of talented people over the years, and I’m always excited to show other people!

Oh, oh! A friend of ours over on deviantART has just finished a picture of Tabby. Take a look!

wonders of the interwebs

Monday, January 14th, 2008

i found the most recent news from secret crocodile adventure club to be very thought provoking. go there and take a minute to reflect on unicorn poop.

also… a submissive frog from thailand.

lol interweb

:3

RP pages updated

Saturday, January 12th, 2008

Some little things were bugging me about the roleplay pages, so I did a little editing.

I’m probably going to look at it all again later to check for things I might have missed…

Busy, busy, busy! @_@

(Also say ‘hi!’ to welcome Mr. Farhain to the blog, k? ^^)

Friday, January 11th, 2008

Well past the witching hour and I can find no solace right now even in a nightcap consisting of a 20 year old Scotch; for I am awake. I am awake and I have no intention nor desire of being awake. A man must be in bed when he intends, it is only natural. The source of my vexation and dissomnia this night is the infernal occupant of the furnace. While I appreciate its function of warming the bath and draughty rooms and understand its right to exist so long as it performs said appreciable functions, what I do not appreciate (dually coupled with malicious intent and ill will) is its seemingly ceaseless play of the fiddle. For the last three nights this had plagued my sleep. Three nights ago I may have questioned whether or not they had violas in Hell, and if its foul tyrant knew the tune to Danny Boy. Now I know these to be true.