random: chip, you’ll simply love

random:

chip, you’ll simply love this.

I’ll never get work done with stuff like this around: air-hockey, 3d pong, egg and snow bowling.

Ohh… perfect additions to the Matt T-shirt collection.

You know, there are days

You know, there are days when you feel and look like shit. Those days when everything you say, wear or do just isn’t work. Today… is not one of those day. I’m feeling great. I’ve got on my awesome yellow shirt I found in Boston, my jeans and the bitchin’ jacket I picked up at Old Navy last weekend. I’ve got my shades and my hair doesn’t look like ass. I haven’t shaved in a few days so I’ve got the 5’oclock shadow thing goin’ on to. I look like a cleaned up Brad Pitt from Fight Club. Damn I’m a sexy bitch. How come we only get these days every decade or so? Oh well. Back to class I go…

ps: if you couldn’t guess, this message is intended for Lauren. I love you!

Well kids… things seem to

Well kids… things seem to be working. At least for the moment. There’s no telling when I’ll break something again though. So, opinions? Who likes the site, who thinks it stinks, suggestions, comments etc?

Along the same lines, the style tags are appearing perfectly here at the lab. Points go to MacOS X for that one. Besides that I don’t think there’s to much that needs fixing. I may widen the page a tad. I think it’s at 400px at the moment. We’ll see how 500 looks.

Besides page stuff, today has been rather borring. I had a critique in Color that went quite well, and I got a fairly decent grade on my midterm. See, taking “art” tests in rather stupid in my opinion. Nothing that you know or can represent through art can be easily put in the form of a question for a multiple choice test. So, you’re left with meaningless historical facts to memorize and little bits of technical information that you’ll never use. Oh well.

Ok, it’s nearly time for Digital. After that I’m heading home for my usually afternoon activities: A nap and a Hot Pocket. Mmm. Later.

Current mood: Bored but good (and happy the friggin page is fixed)