If she hasn't already posted it, Snidge
is in the process of preparing the long, sordid tale of why she and I don't have our new skins.
Yep, more big, scary blogdrama, y'all -- but hopefully, it's the end of this particular drama
for real this time. No, seriously! I swear!
I'm going to let her lay the foundation, because 1) she's the one who finally came out swinging, and 2) the whole ordeal just astounds me, especially since I'd considered Christina
a friend. Maybe not in the way I love these fine homies
, but the potential was there. Instead, she used our burgeoning friendship to get out of any urgency I might've had about wanting my new skin, and then, when the price of poker went up (to use my favorite Dr. Phil phrase), she made it personal, and that's when it all went from frustration to unadulterated ugly. 0-60, just like that.
Yes, I know there are quite a few people who have had skins done by her, and they're gorgeous. This has nothing to do with her talent, and it sure as hell has nothing to do with the rest of the group
, because the rest of them were more than willing to do what they could to avert the trainwreck. But this is the way she did business with Snidge and me. If you want to take your chances, have at it -- I can't stop you. I'll just say that there are a million other designers out there who're just as good if not better, and with them, you'll have a better chance of actually GETTING your stuff without getting ignored outright or lied to.
The good news in all of this -- because there's always good news, you know -- is that I'm going to be Headcase's
first skin-uea pig. We've got a theme and everything, so I'm gazzed, man. It's going to be fun. And not a violation of major copyright laws.
[I'm leaving out details on my part of the story simply because I'm doing enough complaining as it is. But if you REALLY want to know, I'll tell you. You don't really want to hear all of it, do you, though!?! Seriously.]Oh, whatEVER.