I’m debating having the journal tag a line onto entries if I edit them after the original post… Might get cluttered, though… Mmm… I’ll think about it.

I changed the forum display page… its now based off the code from the journal page. I’m not too thrilled at both of them having the same feel, though. But it was better than the original forum display thingie. I’ll tweak with it a bit (of course) and see what I can do. Perhaps I’ll be able to entice BitterKid to provide me some nifty graphics/buttons for the Forum. (Hint, hint) 😉

I seem to have settled on black as the background color scheme for my CGI’s… the greenish background is the main bhodisoft site, and the grey pages mark the ~bswopes pages. Archived pages in the bswopes directory retain their original backgrounds, and so don’t comply to this scheme.

OK, as of now there is a development forum up. Lets keep discussion to the forum, rather than the guestbook. Thank ya.

Added my nifty “Quote of the Moment” to the main page.

The “Blue Pill” pic from goldcam can be found here.

kewpie linked me on her site… “th1s d00d 1s n34t0!” Its not quite the “fucking brilliant” that BitterKid got, but well… Heh, I rock. ;D

(Yes, I realize that’s the basic content of every third journal entry… I have low-self esteem and I compensate for it by creating a false ego. Deal. ;P )

Currently have 8 simultaneous transfers on Napster at 25kbps each. Mon crayon est large! (‘ats french)

Just realised I have some badass forearms. Guess I really am pumped from using the mouse!

Too bad its the only muscle group of mine that’s pumped.

You know, its not easy being so fucking cool all the time… or constantly being right when everyone around you is wrong. But you survive, you adjust. You try to keep things low-key… not show off what a badass you are. But eventually it gets out, and you’ve got all the worshiping and shit… Not that I mind a little one on one worship with a hottie… or two on one even… hell, why put limits on the hotties? What am I saying? Umm…

Its good to be the king.

I fear some terrible humour has befallen myself and all of my compatriots. We are all showing the straign. Too much hard living, too much pain, too much sorrow. I prey that war may set some things right; give us the time we need to center ourselves, once again.