March 19, 2003 :: 12:48 p.m.
look into the eyes of Radioactive Dog
My mom sent me pictures of the dog this morning. Observe his cuteness:
Isn't he sweet? I luff him. And his eyes are not normally so frighteningly lit, of course. They're a very loveable brown, most of the time. But then someone goes after him with a digital camera and the flash turns him into Radioactive Dog.
I'm running out of space for images. As of this moment, I am using 91% of my allotted 5 megabytes. Not bad, really, considering all the pictures I have stored, either drawings or just random pictures from entries, but still. I do not know exactly how to fix this. Perhaps I should clean out the drawings page - get rid of all the old crap that I can't stand to look at anymore. That would probably free up some space. If I could afford it, I'd shell out the extra money for a SuperGold membership, but alas, I'm too poor for such things.
Speaking of images and stuff, though, I'm in the process of adding three new drawings. Woo.
Oh, grand - the french fry smell is here. Or should I say freedom fry smell? Hang on while I curse my parents for not moving to Canada before I was born. There just aren't words for how completely lame the concept of changing the name of food in protest against another country's non-support of our stupid crusade is. It just blows my mind. I don't know why, exactly, as I am completely aware of the crippling stupidity that runs rampant in the U.S., but it does.
Pictures have been added. Go look.
I need to scan something, so I'm off to visit Adam at the computer lab. Ciao.
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