K. (infinitemonkeys) wrote,
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Lost Mind Pt II

I come bearing booty -- in the pirate sense, rather than the bad rap music sense.

The fashion lately has been for these brightly coloured, extremely complicated icons. God knows that I do it myself.

Though I've liked a lot of them I sometimes feel that the more complicated you make your icons, the more you wash them in colour and stick Evanescence lyrics on them, the less effect they have.

At work at the moment we're discussing a huge redesign of our product which is based on the principle that if you don't always shout, when you do shout it has more effect: the essence of a design that works is that it has volume control. Sometimes you need to go simple, quiet, understated, in order that the effect is all the more apparent when you do push it up to 11.

Quiet doesn't mean you can't indulge in intriguing crops or lush colours or cute typography, it just means that if everything you have uses all these tricks, all at once, the impact will be diminished.

I do understand why people want icons that are unique. I don't think I've ever had the same icon as someone else unless I've made it then decided to share it. But then I have icons in my set that I have never used because they didn't ever seem to quite sit right.

Anyway. I suppose what I am saying is that I have caps I've never used from the wildlife set, and .avis/DVDs of fannish TV and films, so if you want an icon that's just your own, feel free to drop a comment including a subject and what sort of mood you're after (and maybe which of your own icons you like best, so I can get an idea of the stuff you're fond of) and I'll make you an icon that's non-shared.

All that cropping is good practice for work anyway.

Firstly, here are some icons for xsabx. They're not quite all of them, some icons just won't convert to half-sized.



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These are my new icons, which I am happy to share, if anyone wants to nick a couple. I just wanted something very stripped back and simple (and possibly pretentious, but sod it). Also monochromatic because I feel monochromatic at the moment.

The idea came from an album cover and I couldn't quite get it right -- for maximum impact the pictures should have been narrower. Here are some examples:

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DYLAN MORAN
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WITHNAIL & I
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MISC (Porridge, Jarvis Cocker, Noel Coward, Quentin Crisp
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FAWLTY TOWERS
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EDDIE IZZARD
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DOUGLAS ADAMS
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TERRY PRATCHETT
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BLACKADDER
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ETA: changed mind about opening photobucket account to total public view and loaded damned icons.

I did use the icon about "multiple exclamation marks are the sure sign of a diseased mind" on someone who had left a comment which used multiple exclamation marks in a non-ironic, annoying way, and I happy to report that this big fat bitch felt much more cheerful afterward. YMMV.

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Last night I dreamed that I had moved to New York. Weirdly, so had my former flatmate and we were sharing a place again. New York was being *very* New York, in my dream, all shining lights reflected on rainy streets, excitement, optimistic cacophony and wisecracks.

We had acquired the keys to a flat from some very dodgy geezer who ran a small shop that sold camera film, tourist trash, snacks and whistles ("Whistles? WTF?" I know)

We moved up there to discover that it was just three rooms: a giant bedroom with four beds, a giant empty living area and a tiny bathroom. The floors were a glorious expanse of slightly battered varnish, leading to giant picture windows that looked out over the city.

At some point T and I decided we needed to go home, for some reason or other, only to get to the airport and change our minds. So we went back to the dodgy geezer and asked for the keys back and he said we could have them, only we'd have to share with another person since he had agreed she could live there. Her name was Beth but she wasn't anyone I know. ("She had a name?" "I know. WTF?")

We got up there again, slapped our rucksacks down on a bed each and went back out into the living area, and I thought "Oh come *on*, there is no way you could afford a place like this if you moved to New York"

At which point I woke up.

I have spent all day trying to work out what this dream means. All I can come up with is that my subconscious has a keen awareness of conveyancing and will wake me up if my property dreams get too unrealistic.
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