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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
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More