so i’ve been working on redesigning penny arcade. it’s great - tycho and gabe are very cool to work with, and i’m getting that rush that comes with working on a really cool site. here’s a snippet from #penny-arcade last night:

<CWTycho> emma here is redesigning pa
<DngrsDrrn> cool
<emma> w00t w00t
<CWTycho> she’s got some fucking skizills, too
/- DngrsDrrn/#penny-arcade ph34rs emma
<emma> heh
<CWTycho> as w3ll you should!
<toral> I hear she puts together a mad pr0n site
<emma> haha
<emma> yes. my pr0n skillz are considerable.
<toral> is that the secret?
<CWTycho> toral:  as soon as I saw "Cum Drunk Psycho Sluts Dot Com", I knew that she was the right designer
<emma> it’s true

but so: yay. i’m having a lot of fun with this. i’m exhausted from working so much, but it’s just like being sore from dancing or something like that - it’s a good exhausted.

ok. i noticed the other day that the bag i carry around with me, to work or whatever [as opposed to the lunchboxes i carry to clubs] is getting pretty frigging heavy, so i decided to dump everything out and see what’s actually in it. keep in mind this is a fairly small bag - it’s a black canvas shoulder bag that i got at a military surplus store years ago. it’s covered in pins and whatnot. its contents:

• a discman, which contains vnv nation: empires
• a pair of black velvet gloves
• a little notebook with this shiny black metal cover. i use it to write down people’s numbers and email addresses, or if i think of something on the train that i need to remember.
• the vi editor pocket reference, which has a bunch of flyers stuck between pages and such
• the perl 5 pocket reference, a relatively new addition to my bag. jim gave it to me a few weeks ago. it contains several polaroids of him, a check from my dad to cover the domain i’m registering for him, and a couple of extra metrocards for when the one i carry in my wallet runs out.
• a variety of pens, including some too cute ones with vampires and frankensteins on them that i bought at halloween last year. and a sharpie. always carry a sharpie.
• a body shop hairbrush that’s so old they don’t make it anymore. this is soon to be replaced.
• a skeleton-shaped pez dispenser. alas, no pez is contained within.
• a pair of black sunglasses
• a half-empty pack of djarum black cloves & a black lighter
• a bunch of matchbooks from various clubs and restaurants. there’s some from mother here, which tells you how often this bag gets cleaned out.
• tin of penguin mints
• a foundation compact [it's urban decay's apparition, the only foundation i've found that's as pale as i am]
• urban decay lip gunk in graffiti and twisted
• an unlabeled dark grey eyeshadow
• dark grey eyedust
• body shop’s tea tree blemish stick
• blue raspberry chapstick
• oil of olay black eyeliner
• tweezers
• a black leather wallet, containing my massachusetts id [still have to get around to getting a new york one], nyu id, harvard id, new york public library card, metrocard, debit/atm card, ticket stubs from the haujobb/vac show and the vnv/apop show, some receipts with unidentified phone numbers written on the back, and about forty bucks in cash.
• black change purse [covered in sequins, it's so cute!], containing: my house keys, a bunch of change, a bunch of saftey pins, some subway tokens, and an email address
• a can of go-go frenzy
• several bobby pins and some loose change

good god. i need to clean that motherfucker out.