July 31, 2008 at 3:13 pm | Filed under the internets
Wordle is a toy for generating “word clouds†from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text. You can tweak your clouds with different fonts, layouts, and color schemes.
My blog’s word cloud:
My tumblr’s word cloud:
I’m a big fan of typography and color (and the art of fence installation huhlolz) so it’s not surprising that I am enjoying creating word cloud after word cloud a little too much. I especially love how the words beautifully relate to each other, despite the jumble and the random placement.
July 29, 2008 at 12:49 pm | Filed under art & design
Three iLOLstrations I started some weeks ago that I never got around to finishing:
Number 1 is supposed to be a schnauzer. I clearly failed. Numbers 2 and 3 are obviously the makings of two cats/kittens. Again, I failed (number 3 looks like a Chinese emperor, for chrissakes). I wish I had a pen tablet and the time to learn Adobe Illustrator.
I liked how my bobot turned out, though:
And my army of bobots:
Feel free to LOL and LMAO and ROFL at me.
I’ll probably work on doodling pedophiles hanging out by swing sets next. That’s something I’m bound to get done and not leave half-baked.
Me (7/26/2008 2:56:47 AM): Yes bibi
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:28 AM): i love you duckie.
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:34 AM): SOOO MUCH.
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:38 AM): *something too cute and romantic to post*
Lover (7/26/2008 2:58:41 AM): *something too cute and romantic to post*
Lover (7/26/2008 2:59:50 AM): bayb?
Lover (7/26/2008 3:07:02 AM): bayb? did you pass out?
Lover (7/26/2008 4:06:43 AM): mai bibi’s so funneh
To be fair to me, it was a long day punctuated by 5 or 6 buckets of beer and the appropriate Friday-night-with-the-boys-and-girls food.
Some weeks ago, a bunch of us from The Man Blog trooped all the way down to (Cub)Alabang to celebrate Adam Mordo’s birthday (you can read about the party over at Jen Mordo’s blog). This is what happened the next day:
Marco, the angry site guy + a drunken Mike Villar is obviously a recipe for comedic awesomeness. Mordo and I guest (well, I was more like a pretty little prop looking puny sammiched between two big d00dz) in this latest Fobcast (now in video!). Topics discussed:
Age 5: Kindergarten 2 Helga’s defining moment of the whole school year is her going up to the chalkboard and correctly solving the math problem in front of her peers (who were most likely not paying any attention at all). She may be incapable— at the age of 23— to count past a hundred, but she will always know that 2+3=5.
Age 7: Helga comes to terms with the fact that she will never be a Little Miss Philippines, a gymnast, a ballerina, or Candy Candy.
Age 8: Helga comes to terms with the fact that she will never be Wendy, surrogate mother to the Lost Boys, either. Makes a conscious effort to stop forcing herself to fly “in her sleep”.
Age 10: Physical Ed. She does 86 sit-ups and pwns everyone in her class— girls and boys.
Helga: We had to do sit-ups for PE. I did 86 sit-ups. I pwnd everyone Lover: hahhaha. I used to be able to do 100 upside down. 4 sets of 25. Helga: O YA? HOW OLD WERE YOU?!?!?!?!?! Lover: yeah. Hmm…18? I had mad abs hehe Helga: I WAS 10! WHEN I DID 86 SIT UPS! Lover: Hehehe. Fine!
Age 11: Helga falls in love for the first time with a boy named Taylor Hanson.
Age 12: She kicks a boy in the nuts because he was talking smack about Hanson TO HER FACE!! Discovers the internet; she finds it awesome.
Age 17: Moves to the big city. Loses five pounds during her first week of college, prompting relatives to ask if she’s doing drugs. Spends a lot of nights hanging out at her neighborhood Starbucks, walking home at two in the morning with her male best friend from high school. While walking, they’d create lines of poetry that they’d yell at the moon.
Age 17.5: Male best friend from high school admits to her he’s gay. There is finally hope for her to be a fag hag fruit fly.
Age 18: Gay male best friend from high school drops out of college and moves back to the boonies. Helga starts dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men, but not as the result of.
Age 19: Spends the whole first semester of her junior year a drunken stoned mess. Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men, the result and cause of.
Age 20: At a hundred and five pounds and looking wonderfully wanarexic skinny (yet needing a steady supply of blemish acne cream for the pimple farm on her forehead), she flips the nightmare that is her Little-Thesis-That-Could-But-Wouldn’t the middle finger. Makes the biggest mistake of her life. Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worst kind of men.
Age 21: Is still dating and sleeping with the wrong and worstest kind of men.
Age 22: Helga sets a record and goes through four men in less than four months. Man #5 comes along and she falls in love.
Age 23: Remedies the mistake she committed at age 20 by getting a normal job. Life, it is wonderful.
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 24. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. More?
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 24. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
