UM EXCUSE ME THOS E ARE FUCKING PIXELS HOW
Seize the Day was a calendar program made by in 1994 by Buena Vista software. It features graphics that at the time, were revolutionary because of the way they handled color cycling. These images were static bitmaps, but by changing color values, they appear animated. What is also impressive about these images is that they had full day night cycles built in, rendered also through color cycling.
A few years ago, a html5 version was made. A copy was uncovered online and there is a way to use the program through DOSbox. As well, one of the original programmers for the project, Iam Gilman, has thought of the idea of remaking it, open sourced, for modern machines.
thanks for writing a more elaborate explanation. i’ve seen these pictures be spread like wildfire without mention of the technology behind it.
Oh, I remember the html5 version from a while back.
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"I think your cousin likes me."
What I hate about writing is the feeling backing it, and how with words you keep digging towards that feeling you’ve been trying to shake for too many hours and can’t drop, you dig and dig and end up leaving the truth of it up on the surface, you stop to look back at what you’ve done and there it lies, that damned nagging feeling, farther from you, unable to spit it out, keeps shaking you from the inside and you reach back with the words again, you know the words to match them feelins when you’re thinking them, but the letters lack the curves in print, no closer to sharing how you felt, no closer to knowing it for real.
Turn myself inside out and roll the message engraved within without, leave it open. I want to be so free that I can’t stand to hide in myself any longer.
I want to say these things but I don’t want them stated, standing so clear they hit me once more.
Let me be empty. Please.
According to their survey, men hate when women wear beanies, floppy hats, hair bows, open-side shirts, oversize sweaters, shoulder pads, peplums, bandeau bikinis (“they just make your shoulders look like a linebacker”), bright lipstick, heavy eye makeup, fake nails, bangles, pointy-toed shoes, wedge sneakers, ultra-high heels, fold-over ankle boots (“it looks like the shoes have foreskins”), high-waisted jeans, high-waisted shorts, high-waisted skirts (“it lacks a certain degree of subtlety”), pantsuits (“you’re a woman, not a man”), drop-crotch pants (“really, any loose fitting pants,) and mullet dresses (“I just don’t get it — where’s the fucking party??? You are covering the back!”). The question is how to wear all of these things at once.
Describe your perfect date.
|the YA section of any given bookstore:||NORMAL GIRL JUST LIKE ANY OTHER COME IN CONTACT WITH DARK MAGIC. MUST PROTECT/RESCUE/LEAVE FAMILY. SUDDENLY, A BOY IS HERE. HOT BOY. KISS HOT BOY. GIRL IS SASSY NOW. EVERYTHING CHANGE. SAVE WORLD.|