TaDa! The MindTweaks Brain Quote Spitting Thing-A-Ma-Jig!
Without (much) further ado…
*Trumpet Flourish*
(Pop up blockers off, please…
and you need to have the Flash player installed.)
And a big thanks to my friends at GhostDog(alpha)
for hosting this on their Dogpark!
The BackStory:
For reasons I can’t quite remember, I got it into my head that what I should work on during the month of April wasn’t the planned series on brainwave entrainment, or the oh-so-important courses on brain training, the hopefully-upcoming contest inspired by “Brain Rules”… or even figuring out why the heck this weblog has started loading so painfully slowly.
No, No.. Clearly what I *NEEDED* to work on was an animated, quote-spitting Flash thing-a-ma-jig.
Yepp. It was absolutely necessary! You, my dear readers, were clamoring for such a thing.
(Ok, so you weren’t clamoring. But you didn’t know you could have such a wondrous toy. I’m sure if you had conceived of the possibility, you would have clamored.)
So, with your would-be-wishes in mind, I spent tedious hours learning not one, but two, Flash programs.
(Please clamor. It would make me feel much better.)
For weeks, I struggled with action script, learning what the heck a pre-loader is, and trying to reduce an absurdly bloated Flash file that I did wrong from the start. Not to mention troubleshooting DNS FTP and OAA (Other Assorted Acronyms.)
(Can you clamor a little louder? I don’t hear you… )
And so, at long last, it’s here.
The largely pointless, yet utterly amusing and soon to be famous
MindTweaks Quote-Spitting-Thingamajig.
Get Tweaked!
(and in case you need it… a Pop-Up-Free Version)
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MindTweak: “Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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( I don’t hear clamoring! )
::clamor, clamor:: ayYay orFay ouYay issMay eauxDay!
Monkeys love buttons.
(That’s better. Thanks!)
Oh, lovely! Now who’s going to clean up all those little cogs scattered all over my desktop?
I stand (well, sit at my keyboard actual) in rapt adoration.
*carefully sweeps up Pun’s desktop while being happily adored by Reg*