The GDGF bought me some gifts and whatnot for my birthday, and now I’m going to bore you with photos of me opening them. There are 13 photos total. It’s probably best to click the first one if you want to view the whole gallery.
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This is also your first preview of how my newly-integrated photo gallery will work with my blog. A lot of the dates and arrangements are still messed up, but most of the photos that were present in my old gallery have been re-posted. Also (non-nerds can stop reading) I’m going to use the Gallery software as an image CMS for anything that appears on my blog in the future as opposed to maintaining a separate images folder for blog images. This will work because of Gallery 2’s neat multiple sizes feature, and because of the awesome WPG2 plug-in.
you two are the GDS! (god damn sweetest)
The new photo gallery tool doesn’t match the gorgeous UGA theme. With two days left in the wager, I’m sure you’ll want to fix that right away.
Heh, the bet was for the blog, not the gallery. You can always switch blog themes if their not matching bothers you.
Happy birthday Rusty. May you live a short life ending in liver failure.
Life begins at 27! Glad things are creating smiles.
HB
ARBY
Thanks for the comments everyone…
Happy Birthday, Rusty. You’ll be 27 only once, but at least it’ll last for a whole year. Good news for you is that you still have a couple more years of your twenties left over. Use them well
Happy Birthday, Jaguar King.
Hmm, I thought fer sure a Wordpress nerd would totally be about the Flickr integration. Heck, what do I know …
ANYWAYS … to the point.
Hiya Rusty!
My name’s LauraFries.com, and I’m the web editor for Creative Loafing. I’m scouring the Internet for folks who might have something interesting to say at our next Political Party … a community forum that deals with politics. We’re discussing the War at Home on Dec 14, with special guest Patricia Roberts.
If you’re interested in attending … or just submitting some topics for discussion … please check out the site at: Creative Loafing Political Party
The problem with CL’s Political Parties is that they interfere with trivia.
Ha! Jag-uah King!
Rusty’s going out with an emo girl.
You know why this is funny? Because now I get to sit around with images in my head of drunken Rusty yelling at emo kids. Now THAT’s a flash movie.
Also–that bot-killer app’s (I assume that’s what it’s for) a nice touch, but I didn’t see a “return to the goddamn blog” button once I jumped through your little hoop. It may have just not downloaded, though, what with torrenting all this contemporary Christian music eating up all my bandwidth.
Furious D,
You’re right! I do need a “Back to the Goddamn Blog” button. I do plan to add a link to the gallery in my sidebar soon, and you can always click the top banner to go to the homepage, but something more intuitive is in order additionally. I’m on top of it. Look for it soon.
Love the pint glass. You should carry that from bar to bar. And happy belated birthday! Hope you had (and are still having…) a great one!!! WHOO HOO!
What the fuck? So I’m an “emo girl,” is that a fact? I don’t even know what that means. “Emo” is one of those words that people who must be way cooler than me (or at least know more slang) always use, and I’m supposed to pretend like I know what the hell they’re talking about lest they mock my no-slang-knowing ass.
So tell me what “emo” means and I’ll tell you whether I’m that kind of girl, or whether I’m just going to have to get all up in your shit.
It’s the glasses, really.
And the Elvis Costello mp3s I’m betting you have. See, emo girls don’t actually listen to emo music, which makes sense in a nonsensical way since emo music is mostly about girls who aren’t emo.
I don’t have the time or the inclination to waste neurological activity on a real definition of a genre I scorn and ridicule. If you want a passable “real” definition, go here and scroll down to “The Third Wave” (remember, kids–anything that happened more than five years ago doesn’t matter to “contemporary” “culture”). Damnit, Rusty, how do I turn this goddamn link text off.
Oh. The reaction to being called an emo girl was pretty typical emo girl, too.
GODDAMNIT STOP LINKING YOU DAMNED DEVIL BOX
You should really learn some HTML. Just close your goddamned <a> tag.
I don’t have any Elvis Costello MP3s. Sorry to disappoint. I didn’t know my glasses defined me.
Be careful in your choices of style. The things that you like to use to assert your individuality, or just because you like them, may lump you in to a subculture. The thing about subcultures is that they are all the same at their cores.
1. They are all defined by clothing.
2. They are all defined by musical tastes.
3. They all think that they are better, smarter, cooler than the other subcultures.
It’s really a shallow existence that is not too different than political party affiliation.
I knew why he had labled you that. Those glasses, a pair of somewhat tattered jeans, a t-shirt, and a thrift store sport jacket, and a pair of Vans are all that’s required. If you’re on the surface, you like Weezer. If you’re hardcore, you mock those posers that like Weezer. Whatever…I own those tattered jeans, have lots of t-shirts and a thrift store sport coat, and used to wear sunglasses with that frame. I also used to listen to a lot of industrial music, punk music, rap, classic rock, hippie shit, wear camo cut-offs, have a skater-cut, etc. I never had affliation to any subculture. I was just a jag-off in general. I still am, but I take it all in moderation.
The sweater-vest will get you there too. It’s often covering a tacky button down from the 70’s or 80’s (or at least one that looks like one). I own that too.
Don’t worry about it. Furious D. has his own subculture tendencies. Just a different one. That makes you his enemy.
If anyone else is interested in subculture therapy, I will be holding group therapy here all week.
Lush, on the other hand, likes to assert his individuality by wearing the same Gator Hater shirt every damn time I see him.
Wheeeeeeeee.
Anyway. Now that Lush is here, I’ll be heading away from this topic before he inevitably starts with the Two Kinds of Girls That Furious D Gets Hot For speech.
Oh. Well. Looks like somebody fixed the HTML tag up there in that other post. It’s not FUNNY unless I’m INEPT, people.
Lush asserts his individuality in to Furious D’s mouth. Furious D thinks “Hmmm this seems familiar.” It’s only because he has done it in countless truck stops before today.
Oh that shout be INSERTS and not ASSERTS. Sorry, but I do hate those goddamned gators. I lost a fucking thumb to one. Bitch wouldn’t give it back.
Oh and the two kinds of girls that he gets hot for are “alive” and “dead.” He’s only getting some off the ones that put up less of a fight though.
No, it’s still pretty funny.
I like this format. Let’s explore it more.
I wrote:
Lush asserts his individuality in to Furious D’s mouth. Furious D thinks “Hmmm this seems familiar.†It’s only because he has done it in countless truck stops before today.
Of course, to him there was no individuality. Lush was just a waist in the crowd. He was one of many. To Furious D Lush was nameless and faceless. He was merely Nautica, as his predecessor was Fruit of the Loom, and his was Hanes. He could only identify his partners by the the branding printed across their waistband.
D. thought to himself “Why do I do this?” He sighs “Why can’t I control myself?” The voice in his head replies “because you’re a cocksucker.” The voice expands “You suck cock…That’s what you do.”
It’s not enough simply to suck cock. One has to do it well; then one can earn the distinction of being a Blue-Ribbon Cocksucker, with all the rights and responsibilities pertaining thereto. Now that’s something to put on the résumé.
Two thumbs up, though, for the beginning of what is sure to become an in-depth exploratory journey through one man’s painful coming-of-age. I’m sure we all stand to learn a valuable lesson.
Lush,
That made me laugh out loud.
Amber,
I’m not familiar enough with D’s technique to determine if he’s worthy of the Blue Ribbon certification. Perhaps Lush can enlighten the group.
You can expect a worthwhile reply from D. Let us all wait in anticipation.
This all concerned me for a minute, until I realized that I’m not the one writing gay fanfic on a political blog. Now, not so much.
And Christ, why do I keep getting Cannot Find Servered when I try to post a comment.
Cop out. It’s sad really.
Well, now who’s going to satisfy my jones for gay fanfic?
Rusty might still have that flash drive full of pedosnuff hidden in his truck. There might be something decent on it.