№ 06 ◍ 25 ◍ 2010
This. Is. Spencer Tweedy’s Blog 3.0 (3? 4? it’s new).
Given you’re not reading via RSS feed, a screenshot would seem pretty pointless now that you’re looking at it anyway. Here’s one, for the sake of splitting up text!
Yep. Here it is. I built this redesign over the course of a few days, starting two weeks ago? Last week? It took quite a few hours but, surprisingly, no headaches. Most everything came smoothly in designing this BABEH, except for a few things toward the last stages of development (comments, page navigation, etc.). I had to make a couple compromises with WordPress’s PHP theme business, but nothing too affecting to the overall LOOK n’ FEEL of it. Some of these things I may be able to fix in the future as I can continue to improve the design. But for now…
A lil’ feature walkthrough. Achem–
Clickable paperclip opens a Delicious bookmarks page!
Ripped paper-esque sidebar / new ‘About’ photo!
Cute email subscribe post-it-thingy!
New-and-improved archive navigation, blogroll and random links section!
Convenient links to my Tumblr, Twitter and Flickr!
Disqus commenting!
Little ‘Tweet This’ button for every post
And a drawback…
Nearly all comments are (temporarily) deleted
Yesh! There it is. Enjoy. Thanks. Peace. Shalom. Mazel tov. Vuvuzela. Hot dog.
p.s. Feedback is appreciated!
Note: some of the above screenshots were taken when the theme incorporated a slightly darker background. Too lazy to update them.
№ 06 ◍ 21 ◍ 2010
Oh my Nickelback-smiting God, you guys. Toy Story 3 is a masterpiece.
“Characters with canes are always evil.”* (also, stolen from the Toy Story Gallery.)
I went to see this movie with my family tonight. I had heard already that it was (is) AMAZING; nearly 100% on the Rotten Tomatoes “Tomatometer” thingy or whatever, the tendency to make grown men cry… All the makings of a genius animated creation. Of course, I grew up watching Toy Story 1 & 2, so this one was like a sentimental melting pot of visual nostalgia and whatnot (even like, weird muscle memory things of playing with my own Buzz and Woody action figures). Oh, and we were only able to make the 3D showtime, which was cool but also a little bit, well, THREE-D-Y. I’m just glad that the glasses were able to hide my tears (just kidding, only a little bit..). Somewhat related: ”Pixar is the first studio that is a movie star.”
One of the best parts about it though is how satisfying every aspect of it was. Normally, I like things that leave a little (or a lot) up to the reader/viewer/listener/whatever-er. That way, it’s more interactive and communicative and a COOPERATION OF FEELINGS (man, flower power) between the parties… A perfect example is another movie that was similarly amazing, Where The Wild Things Are. A lot of people resented it, because, I THINK, because they didn’t understand it. And most movies (probably – despite the two most recent posts’ themes I really don’t watch that many movies) these days (omg Nico/Jackson Browne song) are generally perceived as “shallow’uns,” and I would have to agree. That isn’t to say there isn’t a DEEPER MEANING in some cases, or that there isn’t any meaning at all to “easy” movies. Wait. I lost my train of thought. Probably because I was getting into some INTENSE PHILOSOPHICAL “STUFF” but, uh, OH YEAH–
So normally the awesome abnormally emotion-invoking movies are the ones that aren’t like that, where stuff is left out, and the ~true meaning~~ is really up to your interpretation. The thing about Toy Story 3 is that it IS like that – “that” meaning “abnormally emotion-invoking” – but the plot/storyline is still completely complete, there are really no questions left unanswered and it’s SATISFYING. Which feels nice, and still has all the elite meaningfulness of the latterly described formula! Err, I feel like I’ve been saying this a little bit too much lately (probably because it’s midnight) but that didn’t really make all too much sense. If in the case you were able to totally follow along THANK YOU and I’m glad you understand it. Otherwise, I’ll just say it was really poignant and “generally awesome,” so there you go.
New Hands & Hills photo – Jewraffe.
OKAY? OKAY. I realized today that in my Father’s Day post yesterday, I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT HOW AWESOME MY DAD IS, duhhh!! (Kinda the whole point of the day, isn’t it?!) Well, I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, not on Father’s Day, but I think my dad is pretty cool. Everything about him, really. Except for maybe his farts. LOVE YOU, DAD! (and I’m not too kewl 4 skewl to say it.) Goodnight!
* that’s a blanket statement but STILL.
p.s. Like I said on Mother’s Day, I would also like to extend condolences to people who don’t have a Father to celebrate on this day (well, yesterday). Sadface.
№ 06 ◍ 20 ◍ 2010
Happy Father’s Day!
Yay!
To celebrate Father’s Day in the Tweedy household (father’s? fathers’? Oracle Wikipedia says singular apostrophe), we gave Papa Tweedy 1. a roll of woodgrain duct tape (awesome), 2. a book on “Handy Dad” things to do with your children (a la treehouse building), and C. a set of awesome handmade coaster/miniature art-thingys with ‘Rushmore’ and ‘Big Lebowski’ illustrations on them. SO NOW YOU KNOW WHAT WE GAVE MY DAD.
I also watched (and, this is pretty much totally unrelated to the Honoring of the Fathers) Dodgeball and [half of] Cloverfield with my brother today. All I have to say: Ben Stiller – or whatever the Globo gym crazy owner guy’s name was – ‘s spandex blow-up-in-the-crotch should honestly be in the Smithsonian “American iconic pop culture” collection. Or in my house. In my wardrobe. Either one…
I lied; I actually have a little bit more to say than just that about the Inflatable Banana Pouch costume. I really liked some of the funniness in Dodgeball (although it was still kinda one of those “watch every once in awhile when you can’t find anything cool on Netflix Instant Watch or whatever or whatever y’know yeah” movies – in a good way), and/but Cloverfield was a little bit stanky. I only watched half of it, though, plus I’m no guy for horror-esque films, NOR AM I ANY ROGER EBERT…
Maybe I should have left it at the silver spandex. BIG NEWS, EVER’BODY! I will soon be updating my blawg here with a delicious, custom-designed, self-proclaimedly awesome, brand-spanking new THEME. It’s been a really long time since I updated the look, and I’ve *said with glistening eyes and a childish want for a puppy or some other cute animal* always wanted to design my own blog, so here it is. Or here it almost is… It’s not quite ready yet, but it’s pretty close! Excitement!
A teeny tiny preview that barely reveals anything:
MUAHAHA. I can’t wait to show it in its full freshly-unveiled capacity. You know what you can see now, though? My new photoblog!
Hands & Hills (it’s called don’t'cha’know).
Too. Tired. To add anything else but more “shameless plugs” or even incoherent irrelevancies to this post. Goodnight, and a happy Father’s Day to all!
№ 06 ◍ 16 ◍ 2010
Still in Michigan, yo! Everything’s been a blast. Some highlights: A) buying blow-up boat, rowing around Lake Michigan, 7) watching The Big Lebowski, Youth In Revolt, Office Space. It really feels like summer now. ONE EXCEPTION TO AWESOMENESS, and it is as follows.
Mosquitos.
(need to die. in a hole. alternate method of extinction: automagically transform [them] into marine animals? and send them all to the Gulf? where they can share the misfortune of dolphins, turtles, birds, and various other wildlife affected by this stupid oil spill leak?)
Yes, they are a pain. My mom, in a momentary lapse of hilarious weirdness (momentary. as if.) referred to the mosquito bites all over my shoulders – ALL OVER – as “bowling balls” (Lebowski-inspired Freudian slip? or just the previous theory [weirdness]) so that’s what we’re calling mosquito bites now. Bowling balls. In the mean time, we accidentally left the door to her car open and subsequently let in about two squillion of the little devils, which hopefully haven’t breeded by the time we get back in the car tomorrow and spawned ten squillion more (ewwww ew ew ew).
Now! Some photos. Da digitals (Canon T1i); film later. Enjoieieeeee.
YOU WANT TO EXPRESS YOURSELF, DON’T YOU? Welllll I don’t see a person who wants to express themself with less than 37 pieces of flair, now, hm?!!.1.!>!??
№ 06 ◍ 13 ◍ 2010
Before I graduated, my class went on our 8th grade DC (and NY) trip. It was fun.
#1 – WHATEVER WAS ON MY DIGITAL CAMERA (AND THE STORY BEHIND IT)
update: I just realized the “and the story behind it” doesn’t really apply now that (contrary to this post when it was a draft like a month ago) I haven’t told the story behind it/them. More to come!
Canon T1i –
First summer Michigan weekend! Too bad it’s pouring.
