it's interesting to note that the day after i decided to re-vamp this website and call it "heart-shaped scar" i decided to re-vamp my entire life. i broke up with the person-esque that i -thought- i was in love with, i found my resolve, i decided to go back to school, and i stopped taking Wellbutrin. nearly two months later i wonder if i should rename this site "happy happy joy joy". i never really liked Ren and Stimpy very much, though. check out the obnoxious image manipulations that are possible with microsoft paint! *points up* i make no claims at artist-hood. i really am the type of self-absorbed twit who would have a personal page on ye olde dubya dubya dubya. but i bet you are, too.
it's nearly 5am and i'm at a friends house. i woke up 2 hours ago (why?) and i'm bored stiff. now is as good of a time as any to start fucking around with the old HTML.
AND! since my life 2 years since i last touched this page is now not at ALL about the old Bikini Kill and entirely about the Softies, the title is again being changed. this time from "This is New Radio" to "heart-shaped scar". i feel like it fits.
The other day at work i found out that my page looked/looks like shyte to anyone who's using a higher resolution than what i do at home. Well fuck me! So i've changed the resolution and hopefully fixed my page. And i had to kill my image map in the process.
Changes abound. I've changed the background colour and the colour of the text in my image map - I decided that mauve makes me ill. I've also adjusted the links section, since some of the links I had up didn't really seem relevant to where I'm at now.I've changed the name of my site from "stranger than kindness" to "this is new radio", mostly because lately my life has been less about Nick Cave, and more about Bikini Kill.
The cartoon singer chick was drawn by me on Tuesday, March 06th, 2001 - during a 3-hour
staff meeting, and was scanned by me the next day at work without permission. If you
steal her, i will find out where you live, come to your house armed with a sling-shot and
a jar of olives and pummel you.
You _really_ don't want that. Trust me.