Vickiepedia

There’s something about you and not getting with the times, Vickie; watercolour layouts are so 2008. But you know what? I kind of like it. This is also one of the rare layouts that actually resemble what I first imagined when inspiration hit, all the way back in December 2009.

All images used are “no attribution required” photos apart from the two small trees in the header image (those are from a brush pack that’s no longer available). The reused profile picture will likely be replaced with another one of me wearing a funny hat come April. Transparent PNG images and multiple class fail in IE6. Some items in the sidebar are slightly out of place in IE6 & 7 because of browser bugs. Text-shadow fails in IE6, 7 & 8. The solution is clear: IE users should switch to a better browser.

So, other than those issues and the layout possibly being too pale, or strange rainbow / birds / tree / trunk / triangular land mass thingy placement… comments?

People’s general comments about male public figures:

• He’s so gorgeous. Talented, too!
• He’s so gorgeous.
• He’s so talented.
• He’s a douche.

People’s general comments about female public figures:

• She’s so gorgeous. Talented, too!
• Gorgeous? She’s an airhead.
• Who cares if she’s talented if she’s fugly?
• She’s a douche. Fat and ugly, too. What? If she can’t handle the criticism, she shouldn’t put herself out there.

Discuss.

Hahaha, G String. G String. Get it? Lowest string on the violin? The only string shown on the layout? But yes, new layout indeed.

This layout is kinda strange and 2005. It also absolutely breaks on IE6. I can probably recode the CSS but those users can also fuck off and die should seriously reconsider their browser choice. Certain unknown funky things may happen on IE7 as well; they may or may not be fixed.

And yes, that’s my electric violin in the header image. I picked up that cheap violin here in Australia. It’s quite decent after I replaced the strings that came with it with a nice, new set.

Here’s a picture of said violin half in action:

Gah! Mum! If I knew you’re taking a picture, I’d have sat up straight, hidden the Michelin, stopped pouting and maybe, you know, held a bow and done some proper fingering. Candids ftl.

Before you try to play the music in the background image on your instrument of choice and go all, “What the fireball was Mozart thinking?”, note that the piece is in A major, first line = B♭ clarinet (I think — I don’t know much about wind instruments), second and third = violins, fourth = viola, and the barely visible fifth = cello. Learn your clefs.

And now Vickiepedia sinks back into the dust.

Stolen from Dee (who gave me an ego boost of the week what with this multiple-all-nighter induced zit on my face); but comment and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you added you on my blogroll, regularly comment on your blog, etc.
2. Associate you with something; fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, a word, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I’ve always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favourite user pic of yours.

In return, you must post this in your LJ/DW/blog/whatever.

Also, in 1945, a young girl named Katu Lata Kulu came over to America in a grey boat from Africa. A mysterious man killed her by cutting the word “LATUALATUKA” into her back. Now that you have read this message, she will come to your house on a full moon and steal your soul unless you follow these directions:

1. Retype this message as a comment for 3 other videos.

Something shiny caught my attention as I walked past the working space of one office lady during lunch — a new 17-inch LCD computer monitor. (This was a few years ago.) I leaned in with an ooooooh to check out this hottie (the screen), and quickly noticed that the office lady was still using the old screen resolution from her last setting.

“This is a five-by-four screen,” I said. “You’re still using a four-by-three resolution on it.”

She blinked.

“You know? The ratio? Five… to… four,” I explained, accompanied with body motions that somewhat resembled the chicken dance.

Turns out when someone doesn’t speak your “language”, speaking slowly or doing the chicken dance doesn’t really help.

I grabbed her mouse as she continued to look at me in confusion. Minimise all, right click, click, click, click, click: 1280×1024; there, a correct screen resolution for a shiny new screen. I smiled, satisfied, and turned to walk away (casually noting the lingering confusion on the colleague’s face), giving myself a mental pat on the shoulder for an unpaid job well done.

“OH MY GOD!” A scream of terror.

I paused, thinking if I’d forgotten to apply the new screen resolution setting properly so the screen had automatically reverted back to 1024×768 while she’s admiring the sharper images. It didn’t.

“Why is everything so tiny? Why do I look so fat in the picture?!” She cried.

And then I cried too.

(She insisted on switching back to 1024×768. I undid my mental pat on the shoulder and complied.)