What do we have here, could this be a new look for Chrome?

Why, how observant of you. Aint it just grand!

Yeah who asked your opinion anyways.

So its quarter after seven in the morning and I�ve been spending all night long slapping around that HTML coding then sending it on the nearest street corner in a trashy outfit to earn me some money.

Ok so the coding had me bent over and crying for my mommy. Damn you HTML, you picky bastard. I swear just when I think I have it perfected, I load that bad boy up and oh�something is wrong on there.

OH GOD WHY THE HELL IS IT WRONG!! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU CRAZY HTML!! DAMN YOU GRAPHIC, GO TO YOUR HOME! YOUR HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE! GOOOO!!!!

Can you tell I�m a bit delirious at this stage of the template making process?

And usually when I get this deliriously tired I end up having even stranger, funkier dreams then per normal. Then again, my dreams per normal are fucking whack jobs as it is. I�d go into details, but I�ve already been serviced my first set of papers. Seems the state of Alabama is suing me for the price of psychiatrist bills and anti-psychotic prescriptions after I told them about this dream I had about�.well I won�t go into details. Having an entire state sue you for doing that very thing makes a man think, �geez, where did I put that therapy putty??�

Hey, said I was deliriously tired here, give me a break folks.

Well ok as it happens, once again, I ended up needing outside help to figure out a few small problems with the coding. Couldn�t figure out why the tables at the top *that would be all those buttons and the banner, four tables there, made for some complications.* didn�t want to align how I wanted them too.

Usually I run crying like a little school girl to Gawain, slobbering and snoting all over his pants tell he feels sorry for my candy ass and fix the problems for me. Only I haven�t seen him online for awhile so that idea was bust. Though quite handily, Angeline, happened to be online and willing to help me.

First we just ignored the coding and contemplated where oh where Gawain is? The man is bored all the time and an online junky and he�s not online for what, a week now. Well ok he�s been on, but not at his usual hours and I suspect not for very long.

How strange, something is a foot!

We figured he was either doing one of two things.

1) Trapped in a trailer in the back of the craft store of gay, pinned down by a shit load of boxes filled with some cinnamon smelling Christmas ornaments. Laughing manically to himself while doodling images on his pant legs tell either his pen ran out of ink or his flashlight ran out of juice.

Or

2) He has been so busy whacking *thwack thwack thwack!* his schlong raw so furiously that he has finally done the inevitable. Created so much heat with the friction to permenantly fuse his hand to his penis.

What a shitty back history for a super hero!

One day Gawain the blind *already has a nifty super hero name!*, while innocently *wink wink* surfing the internet. Came across the most spankable porn to beat all spankable porn in the history of spankable porn! Infused with the sex drive of John Holmes, Ron Jeremy, and Long Dong Silver all at once while not being able to locate his always lovely wife Ever.

Doing the only thing he could think of before his nuts exploded in a gooey mass of porn like spluge. He began whacking his peter like he has never done before! That�s when Gawain the blind�s eyes opened *get it!* and he was blessed with the sight of an actual living God!

�Oh shit,� He was rumored to mutter when he witnessed the biggest target of all his cutting humor through out his life knowing full well that God is loving, God is benevolent, God is all knowing, and God is one pissed off Deity.

A mighty lighting bolt was thrown down upon our unsuspecting bishop flogger, striking him square in his right hand of JUSTICE!

Now Gawain the Blind wonders the alleyways late at night, the hand of JUSTICE permanently fused to his side kick Little Fucker. Adorned each of them with there might cape and masks to conceal there true identities. Little Fucker only needing a tiny cape and a mask with only one eye hole. This dynamic duo wonders the streets bring justice to the�um�oh yeah..to theUNJUSTIFIED! Bringing down evil doers by slapping them repeadetly with his trusty side kick, Little Fucker, tell they unwittingly give up or pleasure him and his side kick.

Holy fuck�..ok I�m WAY to fucking tired if I�m writing this shit and thinking it�s alright.

So yeah, hope you enjoy the new look. Maybe I�ll come back tomorrow and be less crazy like.

Don�t hold your breath on that one.

It's about time - Wednesday, Jul. 07, 2004
An Honor for Chrome - Friday, Feb. 20, 2004
A great loss - Monday, Oct. 20, 2003
a terrible announcement. - Tuesday, Sept. 09, 2003
Chrome speaks: - Friday, Sept. 05, 2003