Sucky Sucky Ramparts

It's not a Picasso. On the other hand, I'd like to see him produce something like this within a couple of days of first working with a program. Especially a program with a manual so opaque.

Since it occurs to me that it's rude to randomly clobber the poor well-meaning bastards reading lilairen's and lstone's friends pages with bigass image files, you can see my spectacularly uninteresting first foray into the exciting world of subpatch modeling ( here )

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On an unrelated note — did Impostor do really poorly in theaters? Did something else happen to make PKD's name more of a dirty word than it, technically, already is (you can't say it on Elfwood, that bastion of hysterical Puritanism)? I didn't know Minority Report was based on a Dick story until Tycho mentioned it. Tycho, for the love of god. I didn't even know he could read.

My Penis is All Tangled Up

I have a little glitch about emailing people, a vague reluctance to do so unless they open that channel themselves by emailing me first or by stating explicitly or strongly implying (by, say, asking me to email them something) that it's okay. It's probably a territory thing. Email (well, personal email) is private correspondence, which means I (in my mental mock-up) go a little ways into the recipient's territory when I send some; email happens in a part of my territory that is on-limits, but I can't be sure this will hold true for J. Random Recipient.

The point of my self-absorbed rambling is that I appear to have lifted this glitch more or less wholesale and applied it to adding people to my friends list. That and I don't check the list in question often enough to know if certain parties have added me to theirs if it isn't actually called to my attention, in case you were wondering if I was ignoring you.