So LankaKitten and I spent much of the day fucking around with a new website project we're working on called Fill With Ice.com. It's a alcoholic recipe database thing. The name is a punny-sort of relation to how most recipes start with the instruction, "Fill Glass with Ice."
We're trying to do things that we're completely unprepared for like logo design and professional photography. As you can see by the website, our efforts are sort of okay and sort of god-awful.
LankaKitten started taking pictures of layered shots tonight, and kept coming into the office so I could drain the glass. Here's a B-52. Here's a Goldrush. Here's a Buttery Nipple. And I'm not paying attention because hell, she's bringing me drinks and that's a nice role-reversal. I didn't even notice that she was using the 2.5 oz shotglasses because they're the nicest looking.
Then out of nowhere, I'm suddenly and spectacularly drunk. So drunk that I'm just sitting here on the Internet because well, the livingroom is awfully far away.
Tomorrow at 10AM, I'm getting a physical. That'll be fun.
"Well sir, our tests show that you're an alcoholic. And your liver is pleasantly plump. Maybe it'll make good pate for a New Guinea cannibal. Get your booze reeking ass out of my office!"
Anyway, I'm going to ask him for Ritalin because after reading an article online, I've decided that I'm ADHD-positive. I'm sure that this will go over nicely.
"So uhhhh... I have trouble procrastinating. Could you give me a narcotic to, you know, pep me up a little?"
On a lighter note, I've succeeded in eating Japanese food nearly every meal for a half-week now,. I blame Tawnya and RicerX and their asian supermarket-friend dragging ways.
I wish you the best of luck and when you go to bed, I'll likely still be here surfing the internet, trying to catch the perfect wave.
Adios amigos.
We're trying to do things that we're completely unprepared for like logo design and professional photography. As you can see by the website, our efforts are sort of okay and sort of god-awful.
LankaKitten started taking pictures of layered shots tonight, and kept coming into the office so I could drain the glass. Here's a B-52. Here's a Goldrush. Here's a Buttery Nipple. And I'm not paying attention because hell, she's bringing me drinks and that's a nice role-reversal. I didn't even notice that she was using the 2.5 oz shotglasses because they're the nicest looking.
Then out of nowhere, I'm suddenly and spectacularly drunk. So drunk that I'm just sitting here on the Internet because well, the livingroom is awfully far away.
Tomorrow at 10AM, I'm getting a physical. That'll be fun.
"Well sir, our tests show that you're an alcoholic. And your liver is pleasantly plump. Maybe it'll make good pate for a New Guinea cannibal. Get your booze reeking ass out of my office!"
Anyway, I'm going to ask him for Ritalin because after reading an article online, I've decided that I'm ADHD-positive. I'm sure that this will go over nicely.
"So uhhhh... I have trouble procrastinating. Could you give me a narcotic to, you know, pep me up a little?"
On a lighter note, I've succeeded in eating Japanese food nearly every meal for a half-week now,. I blame Tawnya and RicerX and their asian supermarket-friend dragging ways.
I wish you the best of luck and when you go to bed, I'll likely still be here surfing the internet, trying to catch the perfect wave.
Adios amigos.
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freckle:
how can you not see it, i can totally see it. can you see it in my pictures?
freckle:
must be a mac thing, because brian can't see it on the pc either. here it is as a gif (which i do not approve of):
