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Giant Icon Making Tutorial
Dec. 2nd, 2003 02:21 pmPeople lately have been asking me how I do the crap I do when I make icons.
So that I shall never have to answer such questions ever again, I've written a giant assed tutorial thingie. So...yeah. It's all here (mostly):
( icon making tutorial )
And in other news -- what is it with the Chinese people at my college and their obsession with bubble tea? That shit is nasty. Black marble sized tapioca balls are not appealing. Especially sitting at the bottom of a glass of black tea looking suspiciously like exceptionally large caviar.
They taste kind of sweetish -- not great. Their texture is on the slimy side. I just don't get the appeal. I'm not feeling the love here, people. I'm just not.
So I went to the night cafe in my dorm last night and asked for some iced coffee. They asked me if I wanted "bubbles" in it. It was one of those moments where "No thankyou" was what came out of my mouth, but "Oh, fuck no!" was what was going on in my head.
Blech!
Seven more days of class! Then finals! And I get to tell my parents that I flunked everything.
*sigh* I won't flunk everything. I'll just go crazy studying. I've done so before. I'll revert to uber-nerd state, in which I do nothing but bury myself in books and practice problems and mumble about partial derivatives in my sleep.
Multi-variable calculus is a bitch, I tell you. A nasty bitch.
So that I shall never have to answer such questions ever again, I've written a giant assed tutorial thingie. So...yeah. It's all here (mostly):
( icon making tutorial )
And in other news -- what is it with the Chinese people at my college and their obsession with bubble tea? That shit is nasty. Black marble sized tapioca balls are not appealing. Especially sitting at the bottom of a glass of black tea looking suspiciously like exceptionally large caviar.
They taste kind of sweetish -- not great. Their texture is on the slimy side. I just don't get the appeal. I'm not feeling the love here, people. I'm just not.
So I went to the night cafe in my dorm last night and asked for some iced coffee. They asked me if I wanted "bubbles" in it. It was one of those moments where "No thankyou" was what came out of my mouth, but "Oh, fuck no!" was what was going on in my head.
Blech!
Seven more days of class! Then finals! And I get to tell my parents that I flunked everything.
*sigh* I won't flunk everything. I'll just go crazy studying. I've done so before. I'll revert to uber-nerd state, in which I do nothing but bury myself in books and practice problems and mumble about partial derivatives in my sleep.
Multi-variable calculus is a bitch, I tell you. A nasty bitch.
