It’s been years and years now and I still remember where most of us met. Not really the how, but in my memory it plays out like some Warhol party from the seventies – bare brick walls swaged in purple linen, the clever (and too obvious to be obvious) overhead lighting, a constant wash of verbs and nouns rinsing into the lyrical tinkle of cocktail glasses – cabal of… well, I suppose I could say it. Cabal of the elite.

Like the urchin at the window glass, I was never a writer. Never, never-ever. I just got lucky and managed to trip my way into this fashion-press of creativity with all the style and panache of an elephant on rollerblades - careful for the knees. But as I’ve said, this is years ago now… back when it all felt so very think-tank. When it never occurred to me that what was happening was really… something. Like Socrates and Plato sitting under a murderous sun discussing life. Philosophizing until someone had to take a piss and probably even then! Aristotle easing something quippy into the dirt before the shake.

The other day, this gorgeous thing I met – once upon a time – well, she played this little game. She wanted all these sexy geniuses (geniusi?) on her flist to link to just one post, their best post of 2007. I admit, as probably many did when they saw it, I squealed out loud. Right into my fist. It had this feel to it, the same one I got about a hundred years ago now when we all first met. When, man, when everything out of someone’s mouth felt like soulful meta. I knew it was going to be amazing and it was.

I have changed so much since then. We all have. I am still shock-stunned, jaw-drop of crazy astonishment, when I think of how many years we’ve known each other, how none of us has ever met, how we all vanish and come back together like gravity’s at play. Never more reason to put faith in one’s karass than this.

I miss… I miss those days and I love you guys.

Kind of a mixed bag (90x90 'cause I love it), both snark & little emotes for those bwee, boo, wibble, meh moments. First snark set: [HERE] and First expressions set: [HERE]

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( icons for you )

Still digging 90x90. The trend will continue. These are cuties I made last night because I'm also loving dingbats. These were made with the charming font 20 Faces. Dafont kinda owns me.

You don't necessarily need to credit me, I didn't do a whole hellavalot here, but I'd appreciate a comment on anything you like/take, and pimpage is always welcome. It's always fun to see your work being passed around. If people like 'em, I might stick with the dingbat theme before returning to the SNARK.

( what's she up to now? )

I was working on a set of icons this past week and I started thinking about the absurd ritual that is "to give credit." This came to me as I was wracking my brain trying to remember amongst the throng of brushes I have, who made what.

Credit has gone way overboard these days. No longer is it sufficient just to thank the icon creator. It’s long past the days when you could credit the photographer who took the stellar image and the hosting site you found it on. Now there are template creators, maestros of the brush, and texturists to thank. But we don’t just stop there, folks. We recognize the people who once said the words we make blink and those that hunker down over their PC to do screen caps, until the credit for an icon looks like a small book. I’ve seen forewords that thank fewer people, my hand to God!

You know what I have to say about it?



If you take this make sure to credit: Me for having been born and my parents for having sex (way to go you two!). Photohoes.com for hosting. The brushes made by Some Girl and her side kick, You Know. The template fashioned by their mutual friend, Gretchen. Lyrics from the song "It Makes My Eyes Burn" by Onions on the Breath. The program, You Paid $500 For This To Make Icons??, by HahahSuckers! And finally, God, for giving me just one more day. Peace.