Client: Take the prices off of each item.
Me: How will people know how much each item costs?
Client: I don’t want the prices to be the focus of the product.
Me: Isn’t this an online store where people can purchase your products?
Client: No, it’s a gallery where people can purchase my products.
Me: Without knowing the price?
Client: Yes. Also change the header from ‘gallery’ to ‘shop.’
how i ask people not to touch me
Oh, this brings back good memories.
This fucking show used to be my favourite thing when I was a kid.
there was literally a point in my life where this show came on after midnight in order to keep kids from watching such adult programming and I used to feel so rebellious because I had insomnia anyway and would sneak out and watch it. there was a point in my life where this was more adult than the rated r movies I watched in front of my grandparents and didn’t consider breaking any rules. before South Park came on in 97 this was what my classmates and I used to sneak for our mature adult cartoons and we felt so badass. We used to pass tapes of this our teenage siblings would record. This.
Ami’s last stand is a blend of both her sides working together to accomplish the goal. She recognizes that even in a one-on-one situation, she lacks the firepower to realistically take out any of these enemies. But it’s been an unfair fight so far, and maybe she can do something about that at least. That’s the brain part; analyzing her situation, solving the puzzle, and devising a solution.
She lets herself get captured, lets them hurt her, lets them get overconfident. Then the time for thinking is done, and it’s time to be a warrior. She shoves her computer, the very symbol of her intellect and her role on the team, into the monster’s face and scores a critical blow. She doesn’t get any kills, but there’s no doubt that the remaining DD Girls would’ve obliterated the others if they still had the ability to cast illusions.
I love that she uses the computer like this at the end. It’s both calculated and desperate, and somehow so perfectly fitting.