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For a while now, I've wanted to reboot this site. I'd learned (so I thought) all kinds of web design junk a few months ago while putting together this site, and I figured I could apply it here. But then a) I took a lot of time off after the last project and forgot everything I used to know, and b) I didn't properly back up my old template. And so, we get the wonder that you see now.

I'm not just pissed about losing the old design. Actually, not having the old template is going to force me to tinker with this continually under I get something I like out of it. No, what makes Hulk angry is that I had an entirely free night on my hands after I got home from work, and then I immediately turned this site into balls. And then I spent about three and a half hours shoving around margins and recreating my damn blogroll. If you think the place looks like shit now, you should have seen in at eight o'clock. What a waste of a night.
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Anonymous said…
So you probably don't want to hear about how your blog roll links are all facked then, do you?
12:29 am
Anonymous said…
True Internet friends point out your flaws in public.

;)
10:38 am
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