Facebook whoring

More exactly, Facebook app whoring. Pieces of flair in particular.

The idea behind this app is that show your "inner self" with a horde of buttons. This comes directly from Office Space, and is very well implemented. Each piece of flair is a small virtual circular button.

I've gotten into making pieces of flair, and it's a very simple process. Simply pick an image file (I need to test this with an animated gif though) focus the part of the image you want the flair to be, zoom as needed and click a button. Add a few keywords for search purposes and you're done. Send it to some friends and wait. My Catan button has grown somewhat, 14 users and is the 222,939th most popular piece of flair. Yay ;)

In other news, finals loom. Bleh.

A new mantra.

no hope, no fear
no life, no pain.

I would like to say that all paired combinations are valid, and the symmetry is pleasing.

Lest I forget

Beloved owes me $5 and 30 minutes

The destroyer of worlds owes me $10.

An eventful day.

And far as other people go, I am back to my default state of being. I will admit that this was faster than even my estimates, but all that shows is that my estimating skills in this area are crap.

The cost of college

Almost $400 on books today. And that's leaving one course out entirely.

Ouch.

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Priority one edit: :)*P(~.3) --> <3


The post labeled "Well then" is contraindicated until further notice. I guess the important thing for me to decide is if I would rather hold on to my standard moral philosophy (keyword: self-restraint) or for the time being abandon it and act more on instinct. I guess a bit of information gathering is in order for the day. No harm can come of it. And perhaps Melissa can be taught some essential aspects for my thought process (see prior keyword).

Record of the days events

Sweeny Todd. Make sure to see this movie in the right frame of mind. Not sure how to best classify it though. I shall perhaps see it again and properly determine the genres it is closest to.

Well then...

So...I'm an intellectual whore. I know this, she knows this, and that's unlikely to change. And I don't really mind. At some level I know this is bad, but I don't see the actual problem if there are no misconceptions. And to paraphrase, she just made a nerds night.

Ahh, to the hells with it. I can act well enough, I hope at least, that no one who doesn't need to know can find out the specific details. Still better than the past [redacted] months.