fixes and hoors

Got around to fixing the busted gallery, that was bugged after last patch. Things appear hunky-dory now, but haven’t uploaded new images lately so that will go to the mental ‘Things to do when Procastinating List’.Turned out a lot of webpage code this weekend. The flash is getting there, that’s the last component I’m fighting with on the CHF design, but I want to make sure it doesn’t look cheap since it is the first thing. The existing graphic logo hasn’t been helping me there. What’s so odd is I think at some point in the past, although I’ve been doing webpages forever, I decided I didn’t want to do webpages, not really. And yet here I am. Designing 3 different site for people, and getting paid to run a site essentially. HA- fate you’re so funny, with that whole “I’m going to make you as miserable as humanly possible” silliness. Not that I’m all that miserable, but everyone should know by now that the Internets exist for 1)unmitigated bitching and 2)porn. So yeah, get over it.I am such a horrible, horrible procrasto-hoor. Well procrastination to an extent, but my scripts really are getting the redheaded stepchild treatment right now. Let’s compare my desire to write to like, a huge traumatic wound- like an arm amputation. When blood is pooling at my feet, I’m on fire, pages, ideas, outlines, hyper-funess of creating characters and learning them and it’s a huge surge of adrenaline. Then you cauterize that wound- channel the pain into the first 30-45 pages, realize your structure is bollocks, and so you go back, struggle to look at things from a different angle, hit those major skeleton necessities and all around just painfully torture yourself into “I can’t write” and “Let’s watch TV” moments of manic depression. It’s the nerve damage and the gangreen setting in. This is where I am. Stagnant. Frustrated. It sucks, because successful writers don’t do this, I’m pretty sure. I mean to some extent procrastination is the universal trait of writers, but you gotta get past that at SOME point right? So yeah I really need to get past it. I also need to clean my apt and do laundry. There’s got to be a switch in my brain somewhere, that I can like stab, with an ice pick or something and successively accomplish things in a timely matter. And now I’m bitching just a little too much. Unacceptable. These are the things I will accomplish tonight:

Laundry
Dishes and Bathroom Cleaning
2 pages of N&D
2 pages of Medium Rare
and 1 Workshop post & 1 review

That’s maybe a lot, but fuck it I’ve annoyed myself into action.