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We Give a F*** How the Site LoadsDevelopers can be angry people sometimes. This is actually quite the understatement and dt is no exception to that assessment. With web development in particular, there are several moments during the day where we are astounded, perplexed, and irritated by why something works the way it does--often over things beyond our control like lack of uniform web standards. Abe Stanway, the creator of Commit Logs from Last Night, actually gives a pretty compelling, and serious, Ignite talk on the functionality of profanity for developers here:
Last week, we received a very interesting, if not amusing, bug report:
"I just wanted to let you know that the reason why deviantART's CSS isn't loading properly for some people is because one of
About this Nicolas Cage situationEdit: I've just woken up to a night's worth of replies to this journal and people have made a great point about the fact that I could put these deviations in storage until the situation has ended, which I just have. If you are new to the conversation and wonder what kind of deviation we're talking about, they are the same kind of montages seen on that blog: http://niccageaseveryone.blogspot.com/
As you can easily guess from the stats on my profile, I don't post very often. I try to, because it's important to use the website I help build. So when last year, for fun, I made these montages I thought it might make people I'm in touch with on dA laugh, or at least smile at the absurdity of them. And some did. When I submitted them, fourteenthstar and her team saw that they could be controversial and they were discussed during a meeting with her team. I had submitted the images with default settings, so they made me disable prints immediately. That made total sense to me, I felt stupid f
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More