Or they just don't like it, is all. So, it's here.
I'm looking for web work these days to keep me busy until January, so I'm in the process of updating my resume, as well as the portfolios the creative talent agencies host at their web sites. (See, without thinking…two words.) As I was typing my description into their field, and if you've ever filled out anything similar, usually you don't know the character limit until after you type it in. Ok, so I said, “No, I'm not going to click submit and have my description deleted, or cropped to the point where I can't remember the rest of it. Uh-uh. Apple-A, Apple-C, Bitch.”
Yeah, that's what happened. That's why there's a post now. Why the hell not? I never promote my work here, or at least not very often. Every record label, band artist, designer, writer, director, as well as people who I don't even know what they do send me bulletins, and blog updates on myspace. So, fuck it. You can always delete me as a friend. And I could do the same, but I don't. Not usually, most I've added for one reason or another.
So here's something I made. The HerSpace website. It was awhile ago, and probably not as good as the candle I made out of melted and cooled crayons at the YMCA as a kid. But still.
Ok…next paragraph is the description as I intended it. It's not set off by any special boxes or anything, and since it's about web design work I should probably do that, but I won't. thisblogismyblog is my writing outlet, not web design outlet. Version 2.0 of tbimb will have some of that, but not just yet.